"Don't joke around at a time like this." Jean stamped her foot anxiously, then suddenly remembered something. "Where's my phone? I need to tell Hank and the others."
You probably didn't need to notify them. They definitely knew no less than you did.
Aaron grumbled inwardly and shot Abei a meaningful look.
The Holy Dragon immediately understood. It pretended to search around before finding her phone in the gap between the sofa cushions.
"Why are there so many missed calls?" Jean looked at the screen and swallowed hard. "Hank, Ororo, Scott, Piotr... they've called me dozens of times."
"Professor Charles was taken away, and they're at the school. They must have found out before I did." Jean finally realized. "Right, these calls were all to notify me.
There's no time. Aaron, I have to get back right away."
"Jean." Aaron put on a troubled expression. "Cairo, Egypt... by the time you get there, everything will be over.
I don't want to say this, but it's already too late."
"There's still time." Jean said calmly. "There's a plane beneath the school. Professor Hank built it specially, and it's no slower than a Quinjet."
"But..."
"No buts. I'm going back now." Jean said impatiently. "Nothing can happen to Professor Charles."
"But even if I take you there at top speed, it'll still take an hour or two."
"Fawkes can take me. Fawkes can take me." Jean looked at the Phoenix perched on its roost, her heart full of hope.
The Phoenix could carry people through space. Taking her to the school would only take a few seconds.
Aaron immediately felt stifled and forced out a stiff smile. "Sorry, Jean.
Fawkes seems to be close to nirvana. It can't take you... through Teleportation right now."
"What?" Jean frowned and examined Fawkes with suspicious