[color=8882be]"Thanks Greg."[/color] Sam said to the barista as she payed for her black tea, and cranberry scone. It was the same breakfast she had every morning after her thirty minute morning jog. Practically all the employees at Pete's Cafe knew Samantha by name and order. She grabbed her to go cup, and napkin wrapped scone before waving goodbye to Mrs. Gleason the owners wife, who was watering the flower boxes on the windows outside. Today was like every other day for Sam. Wake up, jog, get breakfast, go home, shower, go to work, eat lunch, go home, read a book, or watch a movie, order take out for dinner, do yoga, go to bed, and then do it all over again. 

Dressed in her black joggers, a light blue tank top, and her favorite athletic jacket, she looked like every other morning runner on the boardwalk. A typical running enthusiasts [url=http://i.imgur.com/3zgrlAM.png]outfit[/url]. She walked down the sidewalk and passed the multitude of tourist boutiques, beach shops, and signs advertising surfing lessons, and jet ski rentals. Early morning on Venice Beach was her favorite time of day. She took a bite of her scone as she rounded the corner towards her street. She had lived in LA for the past four years now, and she was stuck in her mundane life. Not that she really minded, but being alone, and bored for so long was kind of depressing. 

Finishing off her scone and tea, Sam tossed the empty napkin and cup into the trash bin. Taking her usual shortcut home she crossed the quite street into the alleyway. Then Nightcrawler appeared out of nowhere. She knew his face from the news, and wondered what the hell he could possibly be doing, popping up in front of her. 

[color=0072bc]"Hello, I was sent to recruit you to our cause, as a fellow mutant, with the hope that we would be able to train you to more fully understand your mutation, and someday, utilize it to help others...God, that is like the 20th time I've said that today." [/color]He said looking impatient. 

She raised her eyebrows in question. [color=8882be]"What cause? And who is [i]our[/i]? I'm pretty sure I won't be much help anyway, my abilities are not really of the attack or defense variety."[/color] She said calmly. Not really concerned with the blue man in front of her. In the back of her mind though she was going over the many different ways she could knock him out and runaway. From what she gathered from the news reports, this guy and the company he was usually seen with, were trouble.  

Kurt sighed. He was just about done with this recruitment mission. Being punched, and chasing people got boring after a while. [color=0072bc]"You know what, I'll just explain later. So come with me."[/color] He said grabbing her by the wrist, and teleporting her to into the transport ship. 

Samantha felt nauseous, and decided to never let anyone teleport her again. Not that she had allowed Nightcrawler in the first place. Just as she was about turn around and knee him in the groin, he disappeared in a puff of blue smoke. Slightly annoyed, she walked over to one of the seats and sat down. This was her first time being around this many mutants at once, as she had only met a handful or so in her life. Whatever was going on it was clear that most of the passengers on this transport had no idea what was going on either. She slipped her phone out of her pocket, and text her boss that she had an emergency and was not going to make it to work today. Unfortunately there was no cell reception, and the text would remain undelivered. 

Looking to her side was a girl. [color=8882be]"Any idea where we are being taken?"[/color] She asked casually like she was asked for the time, and this was a totally normal situation, were there wasn't any angry confused super powered people in chaos around her.