Xavier Institute for Higher Learning [No, not that one. The other one.], Saturday Fandom-Time
"You want me to what?" Bobby gaped at Scott.
"Go undercover as a member of Creed's staff," he explained patiently. Again.
"But- but- why me?" Bobby sputtered. He would've been the last person he would've picked for something like this.
"With all the time you spend in Fandom, as an X-Man you've been much lower profile than the rest of us," Scott reasoned. "The chances of someone recognizing you as Iceman are much slimmer. Not to mention the age difference," he frowned slightly at that, still finding it disconcerting that the gap between their ages had gotten wider since Bobby had left for Fandom. "And you said yourself your school schedule has you only attending classes twice a week. That gives you more than a week and a half at a time that you can spend here if needed, correct?"
"And how am I supposed to explain when I do have to disappear to go back to Fandom?" Bobby pointed out. "I can't miss classes for this. It's my senior year." Never mind that as far as his records in this reality were concerned, he'd graduated four years ago. It was the principle of the thing.
"You won't be alone," was all Scott said. "Your backup will cover for you, help make sure your schedule here coincides with your Fandom schedule."
"Well," Bobby didn't see that he had much choice. Hadn't he complained to Warren not too long ago that he didn't know what he could do about Creed, and now here was the opportunity to keep an eye on him at close range. If he did try something, Bobby could get the word out hopefully quick enough to head off any major disasters. "Okay, yeah, I'll do it."
"Here's your new identification, as well as the details regarding the false identity we've created for you," Scott handed over a driver's license and a folder of papers. Bobby glanced over the paperwork and smirked a little at the name. Drake Roberts, a fourth-year polisci student at ESU doing a workstudy program with Creed's campaign office.
"And how-"
"Do you contact us if you need to?" Scott finished, fishing out a cell phone. "Use this. It supposedly can't be traced. Don't use it for any other calls, though. I don't want you taking chances."
"You've thought of everything, I see," Bobby noted.
Scott just clapped a hand on Bobby's shoulder. "Good luck," was all he said. The 'Don't screw up' was implied.
"Go undercover as a member of Creed's staff," he explained patiently. Again.
"But- but- why me?" Bobby sputtered. He would've been the last person he would've picked for something like this.
"With all the time you spend in Fandom, as an X-Man you've been much lower profile than the rest of us," Scott reasoned. "The chances of someone recognizing you as Iceman are much slimmer. Not to mention the age difference," he frowned slightly at that, still finding it disconcerting that the gap between their ages had gotten wider since Bobby had left for Fandom. "And you said yourself your school schedule has you only attending classes twice a week. That gives you more than a week and a half at a time that you can spend here if needed, correct?"
"And how am I supposed to explain when I do have to disappear to go back to Fandom?" Bobby pointed out. "I can't miss classes for this. It's my senior year." Never mind that as far as his records in this reality were concerned, he'd graduated four years ago. It was the principle of the thing.
"You won't be alone," was all Scott said. "Your backup will cover for you, help make sure your schedule here coincides with your Fandom schedule."
"Well," Bobby didn't see that he had much choice. Hadn't he complained to Warren not too long ago that he didn't know what he could do about Creed, and now here was the opportunity to keep an eye on him at close range. If he did try something, Bobby could get the word out hopefully quick enough to head off any major disasters. "Okay, yeah, I'll do it."
"Here's your new identification, as well as the details regarding the false identity we've created for you," Scott handed over a driver's license and a folder of papers. Bobby glanced over the paperwork and smirked a little at the name. Drake Roberts, a fourth-year polisci student at ESU doing a workstudy program with Creed's campaign office.
"And how-"
"Do you contact us if you need to?" Scott finished, fishing out a cell phone. "Use this. It supposedly can't be traced. Don't use it for any other calls, though. I don't want you taking chances."
"You've thought of everything, I see," Bobby noted.
Scott just clapped a hand on Bobby's shoulder. "Good luck," was all he said. The 'Don't screw up' was implied.