Xavier rolled out towards the designated cell, Wolverine and the deputy close behind him.
"We've had him in custody for a little over four hours", the deputy continued when the security door shut soundly behind them.
The professor continued closer to the seemingly empty cell at the beginning of the rows, as Wolverine took a glimpse around the outcast city's stodgy jail section. There were numerous leaks in various cells throughout the small section. Drafty and dank his senses pulled something out of the nothingness musty sector in the almost deserted local police facility.
"Soon as we attained him from the riot police, I gave you the call."
"Thank you, Alexander." Professor Xavier said as he sat back next to the cell.
"Someone's in there' ." Wolverine commented, taking a step forward.
"Yes." Charles said simply. He reached out with his mind. "There's no need to be frightened. You are among friends here." He paused, speaking soothingly in his mind to the young man he could sense was huddled in the cell before him, but could not actually physically see.
It took several minutes of mental coaxing and soft reassurance before the mutant slowly materialized before them.
Wolverine paused as a boy's physical features began to match his scent.
Thin a lean stat, with light scaly green skin and dirty blond, straight hair. He looked in his mid teens, with dark sweat pants and a navy t-shirt. The kid looked more ashamed than frightened as he knelt on the small metal bench, clenching the bars behind him. He gave the kid a good once over, then lifted an eyebrow to the back of Xavier's head.
Logan, try not to stare too hard, you're scaring him.
Psychics.
"Hello", Charles began warmly. "I'm Professor Charles Xavier. I work at an institute that educates gifted youngsters." He paused as the boy before him cocked an eyebrow, suspiciously. His thoughts, however, seemed more clouded. Charles wondered if he had consciously hazed his thoughts in response to his own mind probing. "Deputy Samson called me earlier in hopes that we may discuss other possibilities outside the city's limits." There was a pause as Xavier's words clung to the musky air around them.
Wolverine caught a scent of mild confusion mixed with panic.
"Reptile," the young deputy began, talking slowly and deeply, with extra precision on each word, "I strongly advise you leave with the X-Men," he stopped shortly before emphasizing monotonously, "before the remainder of this station returns from barricading the northern city limits."
The young man sat straighter and weighed his words slightly, proceeding with caution. There was confusion and both Xavier mentally and Wolverine instinctively, caught several questions running through the young man's mind.
"And? What of the others?" Reptile asked aloud.
Wolverine stiffened himself. Something wasn't right. There was a silence that even the four man crew in the station and evacuation zone surrounding them could not account for. He could feel subtle tension and aggression, then caught a light whiff of physical being.
"They're lucky if they made it beyond our blocks." Alexander said with some attitude.
There was another pause as Reptile's eyes narrowed at the deputy. Ego and anger reverberated through the room momentarily.
The deputy grunted in his throat, feeding from the vide given off by the young man, and fueling his own disgust for his kind.
Xavier blinked twice, as if searching for something, but not focusing on anything.
Wolverine popped his claws out and turned towards the door.
"I'll tell them should they come calling." He resigned.
"Knock, knock."