Blowing Bubbles (CS)

Bubbles. So many bubbles. Drifting through the air. The construction site was full of workers, and each and every one of them did not know how to react. The foreman scratched his cheek. He adjusted his hard hat, which had shifted a little as he had stared up. The men had ceased all activity. No hammering, drilling, no cement pouring, none of whatever else they did on-site. An electrician swore. How could one little lizard mutant cause so much trouble? With bubbles.

It was not that he was actively causing harm to anyone in particular. Sure, a bubble that formed around an object would make it float within the bubble. A lot of wrenches got carried off. Drills too, hammers, even whole tool boxes, if the bubble was big enough. But no person was actively being hurt. Just inconvenienced. Which cost them time. And time is money, friend. They called the X-men.

Cold Steel got the blip on his communicator, probably around the same time as Shin did. The person relating the call back to active team members had determined them to be nearest, according to GPS. The site was on —address—, some several blocks away from them. It was run by Grunnings and Drillsley, Construction. Mr. Vernon was not pleased. He told Cold Steel that very detail, at great length, repeatedly, when he arrived. He gave Sam the drill.

Four-foot tall red dragon lizard-looking mutant was blowing bubbles and causing trouble on-site. Causing tools and things to bobble all over the place. It was a real

b u b b l e b o t h e r.

He harrumphed and wiggled his moustache in frustration.

“Could you do something about it?” He asked.