Sam Gunthrie was exhausted. It had seemed like a good idea, a scant two weeks ago, to come to Snow Valley to visit his sister for a month and let Emma and Sean have some time off to have a life outside the school. Moira missed Sean, and Emma needed to have some high level business negotiations, and all thanked him for coming. But at the ripe old age of twenty one, he had forgotten how much energy it took to keep up with a pack of teenagers. In the past week and a half, what with Generation-X's training drills, personal problems, and school work, he hadn't had a moment to himself. He was looking forward to tomorrow, when some friends of the team were going to take care of everything.

Standing by his bed, he realized he hadn't called Tabitha- again. He could either pick up the phone, apologize for taking care of family business, X-men business, and having a personal life outside of her, or he could not call and end his chance to repair this relationship. He picked going to sleep.

In the town of Snow Valley, Celeste was sitting in her study, staring at the computer screen, debating whether or not to finish working with her journals for her class. It was hard work keeping the numbers straight. Who ever heard of a dyslexic accountant?, she thought as she yawned.

It was late, she discovered as she checked the clock. She used the brick walk-in closet as a study because it was soundproof and let her totally concentrate on her work, but she could lose track of time very easily. It was two o'clock in the morning, and this problem could wait until about six, she decided. The only thing left to do was e-mail Sam and remind him that Emma was paying her for doing the leg work since she was gone. After sending the message, she turned off the screen, set her alarm clock and climbed in the bottom bunk of the bed.

Across the street, a man sat in a car, watching the activity in the apartment. Too much was depending on what happened in there to discount anything that happened. Quickly intercepting the e-mail, he got the break he was looking for.

To: Sam {goodolcountryboy@aol.com}

From: Celeste {crdubois@msn.com}

Subject: J's coming

Sam-

Didn't get to bed until after two. Will expect J over around ten, and meet up with ya'll around 2. Grocery shopping done, dry cleaning picked up, all that junk. Thank and pay me later :).

Celeste

Quickly, the man in the car radioed for the team to prepare to move in. With any luck, by this time tomorrow, he would have Jubilee delivered to Bastion and Logan prepared to meet the Hand. If the fates were especially kind, he knew of some people that would love to get their hands on Pete Wisdom and Kitty Pryde. He grinned as he saw the large van pull up and his men get out.