Calling the Shots

OOC: Please see this note about Scott and Emma's current storyline.

As the taxi deposited him and Emma at the glass-fronted entrance to the Four Seasons San Francisco, Scott wondered for at least the tenth or twelfth time since the plane had touched down just what in the hell they were doing here. For all intents and purposes, the headmasters of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning were now officially on extended leave. After speaking with Hank, and assuring his old friend that after recent events, he and Emma were long overdue for a sabbatical. Sure that the school and the remaining students were in good hands, they had begun with a week-long trip to the Savage Land.

That, at least as far as Scott could tell, had been an almost unequivocal success. The world had seemed very far away as they'd done almost nothing but enjoy the jungle isolation and the occasional "double date" with Ka-Zar and Shanna. Then, a call had brought them to San Francisco.

The source of that call, though, had filled Scott with concern. It hadn't been the blaring summons of an X-Men distress signal of any kind, and it hadn't been an official request, either from the government and SHIELD, or from someone interested somehow in the Institute. No, this request had come to them almost casually, but with a great deal of secrecy wrapped around it.

Emma and he had been given a time and a place and no name, but as the information had come down a very specific channel, there was no doubt as to the individual who had sent it. And so, there they were in San Francisco, now riding an elevator to one of the magnificent building's upper floors.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Scott muttered to Emma.

After all, considering everything that had happened-- and more importantly, what hadn't happened-- what could Sebastian Shaw have possibly wanted with them?