Callisto walked down the hallway and knocked on Pyro's door.

"Are you decent?" she asked.

"Yeah, come on in," Pyro replied.

Callisto opened the door and walked into the room. Pyro was sitting on his bed, wearing a pair of jeans. His hair was still wet from his shower.

"What's going on?" Pyro asked, as he slipped his lighters onto his wrists.

"Magneto wants to see us," Callisto said. "To discuss some last minute things."

"OK, just let me…"

"What is that?"

Pyro looked at her curiously. "What?"

Callisto grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the mirror. "That thing on your neck."

Pyro looked into the mirror and saw that he had a dark purple mark the size of a golf ball on his neck.

Damn you, Bobby, Pyro thought. "Oh," he said aloud. "I accidentally burned myself with my lighter."

It was the best he could come up with in this tight spot. It was incredible cliché, and he knew that Callisto wasn't going to buy it.

"Bullshit!" she said with a wicked smile. "That is a hickie on your neck!" She turned Pyro around to face her. "Who gave it to you?"

"That is none of your business!"

Callisto eyed him suspiciously. "Why are you getting all defensive?"

"Because it's my personal business."

"Pyro, no one cares about your gender preference. Why can't you just tell me?"

"Just leave it alone, Callisto."

Callisto held her hands up defensively. "Fine. Don't get your panties in a twist."

Pyro pulled on a shirt. "Come on. Magneto's waiting."

"After you."

Pyro walked out of the room, with Callisto following him down the hall. They went into a large room, where the rest of their team was assembled. Magneto stood at the head of the group.

"My friends," Magneto said. "We have a newcomer to welcome to our brotherhood. This couldn't come at a better time, as we are preparing to launch our attack on the X-men, and with our success, we shall take over the future of mutant-kind. So, without further delay, I would like to introduce you to Psyche."

A girl with short, dirty blonde hair emerged from the crowd and stood next to Magneto.

"Psyche would like to say a few words to her new family," Magneto said.

Magneto stepped aside and let Psyche have the floor.

"Thank you, Magneto," she said. "Fellow members of the brotherhood, I just wanted to tell you all a little bit about myself. I discovered my powers at the age of eleven when I caught my father having an affair with my Girl Scout leader. It was then that I ran away from home, taking shelter with a group of nomadic mutants. I have given myself the name Psyche due to my powers. I am a telepath, meaning that I am able to read minds. As a matter of fact, I have read a few of the minds in this room, and I have come to the conclusion that there is a traitor among us."

Oh, shit Pyro thought.

"Oh, yes," Psyche said. "And don't even think about running. I have already informed everyone here of your actions while you were showering."

Pyro's arms raised into the air. His wrist lighters flew across the room and into Magneto's outstretched hands.

"What a shame," Magneto said. "My protégé has betrayed me."

Juggernaut grabbed Pyro and threw him up against the wall. The exposed pipes curled around Pyro's wrists, ankles and waist.

"You could have part of the greatest mutant team in the world," Magneto said.

"The X-men are the greatest mutant team in the world," Pyro said.

Juggernaut smacked him across the face, knocking him unconscious. Magneto turned to the rest of the group.

"Everybody return to your rooms and get some sleep," he said. "We attack the mansion at dawn."

The crowd dispersed. Magneto turned to look at the motionless Pyro.

"That's right," he said. "Sleep and dream of your little Ice Man. Tomorrow, he will be a puddle on the floor."