"I think we should sit tight for the time being." He tried to sound confident in his statement. But seeings how they had been "sitting tight" for the past four hours while the goons on the other side of the room took pot shots at them, it was hard to sound totally confident with the plan.
In reality he just wasn't sure what else to do for the moment. Looking around he surveyed the area hoping that an idea would pop into his head suddenly and solve the current problem. As his eyes moved around they fell upon his discarded suit jacket that he had tossed aside several hours ago.
The dark charcoal pinstripe suit had a large blaster burn on the upper left arm where he had been grazed by one of the first shots fired in their direction.
As his eyes lingered on the suit he sighed.
So much for that one. Too bad... His thought was met with a slight chuckle that made Emilie look over at him with one of those "This is not the time to be laughing" looks that women gave men when they were less than impressed.
"Just thinking about the day I got this suit."
***Six Months Earlier***
"Sir, please stand still." The tailor barked at him.
As much as Xavier enjoyed a fine suit, he hated getting them fitted. And as always, pinstripes were the worst, the stripes had to be perfectly in line, and so care always had to be taken when doing the pinning to make sure they would be after the seamstress was finished with the suit.
"Are we almost finished?" He asked the tailor, while looking at Em's reflection in the mirror he was standing in front of. He was quite ready to get down from the little platform in front of the mirrors. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" This time the question was posed at Emilie.
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