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Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy is seated at a table. Holographic screens surround him. On one screen is a round of Factorio chugging away. On a second is a readout of data given to him by the students who studied the transmission. On the third, is a transcript of the transmission himself. On his desk, is a half-eaten twinkie and a mug of coffee. He picks up the Twinkie and dips it in the coffee as people arrive into his office.
Gwendolyn	The transmission is still plaintive, a request for help from thirty years in the past. All analysis shows that it is what it says it is. Frequencies, degradation of signal, locations that it's being beamed from, look all authentic. There's been a lot of research done so far, but with the site only being available for eighteen hours every two days, it's like trying to transfer a gallon of water using an eyedropper - it's possible, sure, but it'll take a lot of time.
Samuel	It is one thing to sit in the computer lab and crunch data, surrounded by good food, good friends and as much computing power as a technopath could want. It's quite another to have that data then double checked, nay, peer reviewed by one of the most noted mutant scientists alive. Sam, Bean to his friends, Techno to his team, is suddenly not quite as certain of his assertions as he was less than 48 hours ago. That is to say, he's utterly confident in his own work, and his conclusions, even his methodology... but he's still going to have to talk to Doctor Henry McCoy about it. And that, dear readers, is a cause for some anxiousness.     Luckily he doesn't have to face this ordeal alone, flanked as he always is these days by Bear, his assistance dog. The German Shepherd walks very closely next to him, intrigued by the many smells in the hallway. It is, in fact, Bear that enters first, glancing about and then walking in a circle back to the door and back to Bean's side. "Doctor McCoy? You wanted to see me?"
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy eats the dipped Twinkie part as he nods to the arriving Sam and his new dog. "Yes. Thank you for coming down. I was hoping you could walk me through what was found in the, uh, well, encoded data at the end of these transmissions. The text of the message is what it is. Few here, if anyone, would be inclined to help them. But this is something worth studying regardless."
Shannon	Shannon doesn't share Bean's anxiety in this regard--far from it. It was actually very reassuring to know that perhaps one of the most brilliant minds alive would be able to look over all the work done and the data gathered so far. Perhaps there was some hope after all, with help like that in their corner. She's not very far behind Bean, looking a bit better than he'd seen her the night before for some sleep. Too, while her wings still look very ragged and remain, for the moment, flightless, there is sign of new feathers coming in to replace the ones she's been molting the past few days. She does carry a large thermos and a few cups for sharing the contents of said thermos--work, and many other things, always went better with a little cocoa to help things along!
Samuel	Cautiously at first, but with confidence increasing every moment when it's obvious he's not here to have his methodology deconstructed or his scientific method questioned, Bean enters the lab and makes room for Shannon. Despite what is now years of deprogramming and months of social acclimation, he still insists on coming to parade rest to give out the information. "Yes Doctor."     His eyes seem to get a bit distant, unfocusing as data is being recalled. From memory or from his digital notes in his pocket, it's not entirely clear which. "The data was an information dump for AIM operatives to mount a rescue. Specifically, operatives unfamiliar with the site. It listed the location, 29.1275° N by 103.2425° W, which is in the middle of Big Bend national park, Texas. That information has turned out to be dubious, at best, although satellites seem to confirm the facility to be currently there for eighteen hours every two days. Further, it listed that the scientist making the broadcast could be found on level C, in rooms C-124 to C-126. The code the to front gate is 32941, and the code for the secondary lock, whatever that might be, is Back2dFutur3. The transmission concluded with a warning not to look at the walls."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy nods to Shannon as he sits back to listen, finishing off the twinkie butt, he watches Sam and takes in every word. "Wait. There for eighteen hours, every two days. Fascinating." He then reaches out with one hand to pull up a fourth display, bringing up a satellite view of those coordinates. "Is it always the same times? Or does it vary? Excellent work by the way. Pass it on."
Gwendolyn	Like clockwork, the site appears in Big Bend every two days for eighteen hours. The last appearance was November 13, so an appearance should be coming up soon. Right now, satellite images show an expanse of prairie in the middle of nowhere, Texas.
Shannon	Shannon twists open the thermos and offers Mr. McCoy and Bean each a cup. "Seems like really similar times so far, sir. The original transmission was at night, during the aurora. The one that we looked at a couple days ago was pretty late at night, too. So I'm guessing that the next one will also be this evening. If it is, it'd confirm the pattern. Bean's right, though. The location's in question, and one of the points to really get a fix on." She has to take a deep breath to steady herself, her wings actually trembling behind her as she recalls the end of the evening. "Kitty was in on this, too, and... said something about remote logging into something called JARVIS? Somehow, Alaska actually worked its way in there."
Samuel	There's a lot of data to clear up. So far Bean has kept most of it straight because he has a very orderly mind, and he actually helped uncover most of it. "The initial transmission seemed a bit wrong to me. So I kept digging. When the signal came back two days ago, I managed to track down the relay satellite they used, and from there... well, it's a bit odd, Doctor McCoy." The cup is gratefully accepted, and a sip of the warm liquid actually helps put the rest in order, allowing him to enunciate what is a very complicated situation.     "The transmission comes, simultaneously, from Texas and Alaska. I theorise that Alaska is the original site of the facility, and it was displaced in time as well as space to Texas. From the trace back to the original site, Miss Pryde was able to remotely log into the facility's mainframe and access some information as well as the security cameras. Someone, or something, called Angel 14 is on the loose in there, killing the scientists. It's incredibly fast and aware that it is being held, and has some measure of control over the facility itself. Of more immediate concern, however, is that the site's nuclear power plant is listed as in critical condition. If that means near shutdown or near meltdown, I don't know. We don't even know what pattern of power plant we're dealing with. The facility itself reports a containment breach and has activated something called 'Thresher protocol'."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy nods. "JARVIS eh? I'll have to send my regards to Tony. And perhaps invite him along for the trip. Since it's clear we're going to have to go there. Whether to help, to study, or to apprehend, we're going to have to go. Because if we don't, someone else will, and we don't know what's there, and how it might be a problem in the wrong hands."
Shannon	Shannon has, by now, gone ghostly white, her wings held out stiffly behind her as if she were frozen in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. "Given that 'threshing' refers to the separation of wheat from chaff by what could be interpreted as fairly violent means, and going by what we saw...." Her voice trails off for a moment, and she closes her eyes. "...then we can only guess that there is a similarly violent meaning. I'd like to be wrong." With cocoa poured out for the other two, she tends to her own cup, getting a little bit of the sweet, restorative concoction. Taking a long, slow sip, she considers matters for a few moments. "I'm not certain if this is relevant or not, but at the end, there was something particulary disturbing..." A pointed glance is given to Bean, as she wonders which of them will be called upon to elaborate. The reference to Mr. Stark gets a nod from her, and something of a smile. "There may potentially be SHIELD involvement as well. A few days ago, I was able to get word out to Captain Rogers, and Triage, Bean, and myself brought him up to speed, plus relayed the same data you got. The more friendly pairs of eyes on this, the better."
Samuel	"I concur." Bean agrees with Shannon's assessment. "At the end of the broadcast, someone, or something, became aware that we were observing. They changed the warning texts for the cameras to 'I see you' in a clear attempt at psychological warfare. Of course they couldn't possibly have seen us, because we were accessing their network remotely, via a drone proxy Miss Pryde had set up. And I'm convinced if something had tried to access our own systems, I would have known it, and JARVIS would have warned us."     There. Everything that needed to be said has been said. Mostly. Just one more thing remaining. "I would like to petition for myself, Shannon and Triage to be present if and when we do go there, Doctor McCoy. Not only because we're probably the most up to speed with the entire situation, but there's a distinct advantage to taking two healers as well as a technopath."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy purses his lips, and plays for time by bending over and going into a drawer to pull out a Twinkie. Opening it up, he hums. "When SHIELD is on the case, and potentially the Avengers, in addition to the X-Men, I find it very hard to justify bringing high school students to face an unknown murderous threat that could be on the order of X-23 for all we know. I'll consider it, but I don't promise anything. Thank you for coming down here. Having coffee AND cocoa now, he dips his fresh twinkie into each.
Shannon	"We feel very much responsible for this by bringing it to everyone's attention, which may very well put the lives of our friends in family in danger, even going through proper channels. Please, let us share the risk with you. How can we ask you to face what we're not willing to ourselves?" Shannon's voice has gone from trembling to deadly calm, her wings no longer held out stiffly behind her, but tucked in tightly behind her as she straightens up. Her eyes have taken on a very steely quality a few might have seen before.      "It might also be noted, too, /if/ my other contact comes through--though there hasn't been word back yet--there could potentially be Watchtower involvement. But again, there isn't yet. Regardless, it would be considered a privelege to share the risk with all of you."
Samuel	"Noted, Doctor." Bean doesn't seem to want to push the issue any further, reaches down to scratch Bear between the ears. It's a gesture that might mean nothing, it might betray anxiety. Really, only Bear knows that for sure.     "Please do keep in mind that I regularly train with Laura, and my own training and background are similar to hers. Also, considering the technology will be nearly half a century behind ours, I may be the only one who can reliably operate any of it."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy chuckles as both students make their cases to join in what could be an incredibly dangerous mission. "When the government is offering to help, and a well-funded private team is offering to help... " He sighs. "We'll see." And at that, he glances over to his game, while stirring his coffee with the twinkie.
Shannon	Shannon smiles tightly at Bean, inclining her head. "We did the best we could. Let's hope it works. Damned if I'm just going to sit around and twiddle my thumbs on this one." She shakes her head and sighs now, pinching the bridge of her nose, some of her bravado fading. "If I wasn't going to be asking for 'help' before, I definitely would after this. And yes, I'm still asking."
Samuel	"Good. Because no matter if we get to go or not, this mission is going to test the limits of your willpower." It's the first time Bean has been in Doctor McCoy's lab, but he also respects the Doctor's right to work in peace, so he walks out when they get dismissed, only continuing the conversation when they're out in the hall. "Nothing's worse than seeing a team go out, caring about them, and knowing you can't do anything to help them. All you can do is wait for them to come back."
Gwendolyn	The mystery of Site-13 remains unsolved, for now, but the research of Henry McCoy and Bean, as well as their willingness to go and be of assistance in the most dire of circumstances, is a testament to their good hearts and eagerness to solve issues that may be, for now, unsolvable.
Shannon	"God willing, we may get to be /on/ that team." Shannon walks alongside Bean through the hall, something of that steely look returning to her eyes, the same one he witnessed in her more than a few times before. It did not bode well for whoever was in her way. "Damned if I'm going to just sit by, helpless. And I can't envision you just sitting on your hands, either. We got this ball rolling, and we're going to see it through."