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Gray Lensman
-----We interrupt our story for a visit with Emma Frost-----
Winding down the corridors of a Hand training facility, flush with guards but none able to notice the white clad woman walking among them, neither did they care that she was entering doors forbidden even to them. Nor did they see the contemptuous glances she had for each of them as she passed by, as they were still of the mind that all was well. But she had noticed that someone else was also here, mere minutes ahead of her. Whoever had beaten her to this place was very, very good, Emma thought. She had spent years with the best. Wolverine, Psylocke, Shadowcat, Gambit, Storm, all experts at gaining entry to places they did not belong. None of them as quiet at the person she found herself behind. She had only noticed due to the void that showed up to her telepathic senses, something different than simply nothing being there. Hopefully whoever it was wasn't after the same information she was. It would be a bother having to get her hands dirty, but many of the disruptions to the shipment of Krakoan medicines could be traced here.
"You aren't one of the denizens of this pace." came a voice out of the shadows to Emma's right. "I think you have come here for the same reasons I have. You are hoping they know things that you do not."
Emma turned to the voice. Some indeterminable Gaelic accent. Not Scottish, nor Irish, as she was very familiar with both of those. She had less exposure to Welsh, Manx, or Cornish, but this didn't seem to fit any of those either. "And how do I know our interests are actually aligned? That you aren't planning on keeping me from what I seek?"
"I don't foresee us crossing blades just yet." The woman came into view. She wasn't in any costume, merely dark street clothes. Long black hair in a braid, and gray eyes. A muscular yet still somewhat feminine build, to Emma's eyes, anyways. And the woman stood taller than most men, almost but not quite tall enough to have looked Scott in the eyes if he had been here. "By the path you have taken I think you know exactly where to go. I figure I can follow you and I'll deal with the one in charge here."
"Very generous of you." Emma started walking towards their eventual goal. "I am the White Queen of the Hellfire Club..:"
"What exactly is a Hellfire Club?" the stranger interrupted.
Emma's temper started to rise, but she didn't let it show in her voice. "A circle of elite..."
"A social club?" The woman interrupted again "Queens rule nations, not knitting circles." She kicked the double doors open, revealing the records room both were apparently after. As well as a welcoming committee that had been waiting for them.
2 dozen of their Ninja, outfitted with telepathic dampeners and energized weapons that could probably hurt even her diamond form.
And the Task Master.