Jean meets the builder. [for Forge!]
Since St. Petersburg and going after Olivia with Victor, Jean was incredibly restless. She needed to approach Stryker, find out just what the fuck he'd been thinking about sending someone to follow her. To do that, though, she needed leverage.
She had it. She had it in spades. It was just a matter of making sure there was a king on the table before she played the queen. That was becoming a problem. What good were blueprints if you weren't capable of putting them to use?
In the meantime, she had things in the works. There was apparently a mission coming up, one that the empath's little girlfriend was going on, as well as Kat and Logan. Three pet projects, all gone. Boredom didn't sit well with Jean.
Heading into the garage, Jean relished the blast of cold that hit her face. She heard the sound of a socket wrench and rounded one of the trucks, seeing a new face. New face, new mind.
"Well, hello there." She offered him a smile.
She had it. She had it in spades. It was just a matter of making sure there was a king on the table before she played the queen. That was becoming a problem. What good were blueprints if you weren't capable of putting them to use?
In the meantime, she had things in the works. There was apparently a mission coming up, one that the empath's little girlfriend was going on, as well as Kat and Logan. Three pet projects, all gone. Boredom didn't sit well with Jean.
Heading into the garage, Jean relished the blast of cold that hit her face. She heard the sound of a socket wrench and rounded one of the trucks, seeing a new face. New face, new mind.
"Well, hello there." She offered him a smile.