Magneto's HQ, The Heart of the Savage Lands
21:35 (9:35 pm)
Day 3

Logan growled as he fought unsuccessfully against the web of slime that glued him to the wall. He had managed to slice parts of it with his adamantium claws, making them fall to the ground like cobwebs, but he couldn't reach the majority. He snarled in frustration. I'll get that little slime ball for this, he thought savagely.

He grinned as he felt a claw slide through a particularly restricting bond, freeing one strong arm with a handful of metal claws to cut the rest of himself loose with. He fell to his feet with a thud and stood up, brushing the dangling bits of slime off his gold-and-black uniform with pride.

Reaching back, he pulled the masked hood over his face, leaving only the bottom of his nose to his chin bare. "Showtime," he mumbled as he sniffed the air.

Logan nearly doubled over as the stench reached his nose. Eyes filling with tears, he started tracking the more-than-obvious trail of pungent odor through the open doors and down the massive stone hallway.

Jean put a hand to her throbbing head as she came to. "Where...where am...I...?"

Then she noticed the surrounding glass. She concentrated, thinking thoughts of pure energy, but the expected explosion of glass never came. Then she remembered the situation.

She thumped her fists on the glass. "Let me out! Let me out!"

"Jean!"

Jean turned frantically, finally spotted a familiar though blurry face. "Scott!" she called.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Where's Storm?"

Cyclops pointed to the tube beside him. "She's right here!"

Jean could faintly make out a fuzzy, tall figure. "Is she okay?"

Cyclops glanced at her. "I think so!"

Jean sighed with relief. "Thank god."

Cyclops could only nod in agreement. Remembering their mission, he turned to Storm.

"'Ro! 'Ro! Did you see Rogue or Logan anywhere?"

Storm was about to yell back when a series of muffled screams caught her attention.

"'Ro! 'Ro! Storm! Ah'm here!"

Storm turned and blinked. "Rogue! Where are you, child?"

Rogue thumped the glass that held her captive fiercely. "Ah'm here! Here! Ah'm right here shugah!"

Storm spotted movement a few tubes down. Squinting, she made out a woman's figure, with brown hair and white streaks.

"I see you child!" she shouted. "Are you alright?"

Rogue nodded frantically. "Ah'm okay!"

Storm scanned around the room, then looked questioningly at Rogue. "Where's Logan?"

Rogue shook her head. "Ah dunno! He got left behind!"

Storm was about to reply when Magneto raised his arms for attention.