Re: Working her Way home...
Just the three of them, they had headed up towards Canada. Perhaps it was foolish of him not to request X-men backup, but the truth was he felt personally responsible for Storm's capture, and they were going on nothing but what most would call a glorified hunch because, seriously, Tarot cards? Some mutant powers suffered from the same lack of credibility their pre-flare counterparts had reaped. Anything that sounded psychic or somehow magical in nature was still as suspect as ever. However, Pete knew Ruth's capabilities to a certain extent. Enough so that he trusted her premonitions without question. Now, if they only could be a little more specific, that would be brilliant, wouldn't it?
Jamie sat to Pete's right, in the co-pilot's seat. At one point, Pete had looked over at him until he caught his gaze and mouthed a silent Thank you. He appreciated Madrox being here for him now, just like he'd been there to pick up the pieces when Storm had disappeared. That first night, guilt had gnawed at Pete until he simply could not think. To this day he found it hard to get past the bad intel incident that had led to those botched ops. Sure, they had been fed this bad intel somehow, just like the Brotherhood had, from the looks of things over on that side of the world, but Pete still felt like he should have been able to corroborate further. Somehow. It bordered on the irrational at this point.
"Talk to me, Ruth. Are we there yet?" he asked for the hundredth time. They were flying over the falls, heading west by northwest. As soon as Ruth gave the green light, Pete would bring the bird down and go out searching for Storm in the wilderness out there. He would ask Jamie to split up to better canvass the area.