( Wherein Jean gets her stitches out and throws only a mild tantrum. )

God, finally. St John was getting the stupid piece of shit brace off his shoulder, since his collarbone appeared to have knitted back together just fine. The crack from Jack's bullet having healed, Pyro was actually glad to have the thing off ( Read more... )

The jeep rumbled through the snow and slush, bouncing and spitting ice as it went ( Read more... )