"If we can get a list of prospective students, we can get to them before the school does and convince them to join us," said Pietro, though he assumed Mystique drew the same conclusion. "Young minds are easily corruptible, especially those with questions or insecurities about their powers. We can offer them refuge and answers and they will learn who the enemy really is."
Pietro wasn't looking forward to an 8 hour flight. He was fine with heights, but the thought of spending 8 hours in one place was a bit unnerving, but he had to grin and bear it at least this one time. He had to find some way to occupy himself on the flight. Joining the mile high club was a thought, but he dismissed it as there was no one around for him to join it with.
He stepped out of the car when they got there. "Which rich bastard did you swipe this baby from?" Pietro asked. It was nice and was actually larger than he expected.
"Corrupting?" She said. "We are not corrupting them, we are enlightening them. The fight for survival requires regrettable actions, but the end justifies the means."
She shifted forms as she stepped out of the car. A young man in a black suit.
"Technically it's mine, but I had to dispose of the real Mr. Miamoto to get it," she said. "He won't be missed."
As they reached the plane she switched to the Romani dialect with which Pietro had been raised. "Mind your tongue, the pilot is a mutant, but not one of us. Fortunately he doesn't speak Romani."
"I haven't beaten a man with his own leg since Carter was in office...but I still remember how." -Raven Darkholme
Pietro followed the shapeshifter onto the plane. Because of the pilot, they had to either speak a different language or be very careful about what was said. Mystique certainly was a woman of many tongues, including Romani, which impressed him.
He replied in his native Romani, "The X-Men...actually the government, won't know what hit them," he stated. They'd have to be low key at this time no doubt, but they could be silent. Lots of groups through history managed to get what they wanted while being silent.
He grabbed a hors d'oeuvre when a tray was brought to them of various meats, cheeses and fruits. Perhaps he'd be fine on this 8 hour ride in the lap of luxury.
"Don't be cocky," the chauffeur warned casually, though he knew perfectly well that the advice fell on deaf ears with this boy.
"Thank you," he added in English as the stewardess passed with the food. She gave them both funny looks, bothered by the unfamiliar language apparently.
Mystique hired mutants wherever she could, but mutants who could be trusted with Brotherhood business were rare. They needed to fill out the ranks. If she'd had Toad, he would have been their pilot.
"I haven't beaten a man with his own leg since Carter was in office...but I still remember how." -Raven Darkholme
Pietro found himself getting antsy as the flight progressed, mainly because he was eager to get up and go, which was his style. What kept him grounded was thinking about the brotherhood regrouping. Sure, he was enjoying his life in London, but he was eager for some action and eager to find Wanda. He gazed at the Asian man in front of him.
"So, you said you are working on John. You running into challenges?" Pietro asked, continuing to speak in Romani. He could not picture John as one to back away from this as he seemed passionate about fighting for their cause in the past. "Anything I can help with?" He asked. Pietro always saw Mystique as the queen of coercion, but John was a stubborn bloke that was for sure. He knew she spoke of another fire mutant, but it didn't hurt to have two.
"He'll need to be broken out of Riker's Island," the chauffeur said. "My plan was simply to walk in as the warden and have him transferred to nowhere, but it might be easier for you to handle it."
"I haven't beaten a man with his own leg since Carter was in office...but I still remember how." -Raven Darkholme
Pietro gave a sly smirk and responded in Romani. "You want me to break him outta the slammer? Just like old times," he said, feeling nostalgic. He did his fair share of this kind of thing back during the first incarnation of the Brotherhood. "That isn't going to be a problem. Rikers is a piece of cake," he continued, in Romani. Those around them could not know what they were plotting. The last thing they wanted to happen was the pilot deliberately crashing the plane or something during some self sacrificial move to "save the world" and obliterate the leader of the Brotherhood who was wanted by the FBI for several reasons.