Mission to Madripoor Report

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I am writing this entry from the jet, as we make our way home, in between tending to some rather serious wounds and trying to help others who sustained injuries in our overseas endeavors. Suffice to say, things did not go as planned- though everyone seems to be in stable condition.

We uncovered what appears to be a human trafficking operation that has ports of call the world over- though the operation was very carefully concealed, we were able to download the contents of one of their hard drives, which will be sent off for processing upon our return to New York.

The true proverbial kick to the pants was the company we found ourselves in just before departing the province for greener pastures. It would appear someone was able to heal the wounds that Wolverine had inflicted on Lady Deathstrike at Alkali Lake seven years ago and that she is now once again on the game board. Obviously, even with her healing factor this should not be possible, but it was certainly her.

We should be home in good time, Iceman is piloting the jet as Jean and I see to our wounded- despite her efforts to curb my assistance. Now she's threatening to sedate me if I don't put the computer down and rest. More information to come.