"That's all I can ask," Nick said and threw himself into a chair with a sigh. He watched his dumb ass cat chase around the laser pointer light for awhile with a small smile before he glanced up at Wicked with a more troubled expression. Better just get down to business, then they could enjoy the cat and pizza and maybe some liquor and whatever was on t.v.
"So here's the thing about Kitty. There's not much I can do officially, with Genosha's national status. It'd be an attack on foreign soil. I've done missions there under extenuating circumstances-" Like the zombie apocalypse. "But I can't get away with it now. Especially with the way the Council's trying to keep me on a leash." Nick's return to power hadn't come without infuriating checks and balances, stipulations, watchful eyes. "But, I am passing on all the information I have about the island to the X-Men. Off the record."