Excalibur: status reports
Wisdom's voice crackled over the comms. The signal was usually crystal clear, but something either in the building on in the MLF tech seemed to be creating some minor interference.
"Shadowcat. Madrox. Status report."
Pete himself was crouched among the debris of the entry point, having used his mutant powers to create a thermal draft to blow away the remainder of the gas still airborne in the area. Something had caught his eye and, as he spoke, he produced a handkerchief to grab the note lying on the floor. It had blown up into the air during Pete's little thermal breeze, which made him deduce it had probably been left after the debris was in place, since it wasn't pinned under anything. No further deducing was needed when he saw JAMIE written on it on the side that didn't have the partial imprint of a boot tread on it.
He shoved the note into his side jacket pocket for later inspection. He had to make sure his marks were accounted for.