February 3, 2001-The Oval Office

10:04 P.M.

President George W. Bush was finishing his day's work in the office. He was ready to call in his immediate staff to have their closing meeting for the day when a knock startled him from his solidarity.

"Come on in," he stated in his casual Texan voice.

In walked his secretary, Rebecca Dunn, with a man dressed in a standard black suit. He wasn't old, but he was definitely seasoned. He looked as if he was probably about ten years older than he was. He took of his sunglasses and a quick look into the man's eyes told you everything. His left eye was either fake or blind. It had that usually look of emptiness of a blind person and the President figured that glass eyes would at least look real, so he assumed that he was blind in that eye.

The man stepped forward, extending his hand.

"Mr. President, I am Agent Franklin Collins, Assistant Director of the CIA. I have some very important business to discuss with you this evening." he said matter-of-factly.

The President was slightly discourage. He had been looking forward to a nice quiet evening. Instead, he knew he was going to be up for awhile.

"Please," he said with his hand outstretched. "Take a seat."

"Thank you." he said shortly.

"You are quite welcome. Can I get you anything? A drink? Maybe even a cigar?" President Bush asked politely.

"No thank you." Agent Collins said. "I'd rather do this quickly."

"That's fine by me. What brings you here today?" Bush said in reply.

"It is customary for the President of the United States to be briefed by the Central Intelligence Agency exactly two weeks after your inauguration. We can choose at that point to bring to your attention several files that you would never find if you looked for them."

"Why wouldn't I be able to find them?" Bush asked sharply.

"Because the CIA has another level of classified files that goes even beyond Top Secret. We call these files the Presidentially Confidential Files. That means that the only people that can get to them are you, me, and the Director of the CIA. No court order and no request form will get you these forms. It is in these files that we hold the most important state secrets. The JFK Assassination is one of at least fifty things in this list. Some of the stuff would make your hair fall out. Now, normally, you would have to come to us and request to get the forms and give us a really good reason why you needed them. But, once during your presidency, we bring certain files to you."

The President was in shock. He didn't realize that there were things that he wasn't allowed to ask, items that he wasn't allowed to obtain. It was with the utmost curiosity that he pushed forward.

"So, what do you have for me today?" he asked, trying to remain as unexcited as possible.

"Have you ever heard of Weapon Plus?" Collins asked.

"No, but I guess that means that you've done your job, doesn't it?" Bush said with a chuckle.

"Right. Well, then I can ask you this, have you ever heard of Captain America?" Collins asked calmly.

"Of course. Steve Rogers and all that. Member of the Avengers. American War Hero. Everybody loves him...Why?" Bush asked.

"Because he was the first successful product of Weapon Plus." Collins stated.

"Ok, so what is it?"

"In the 1940s, the general public was hardly aware of the existence of the species known as Homo Superior. Today, we call this people mutants."

"Mutants? Like those freaks from New York?" Bush exclaimed.

"Exactly like those freaks. In the 1940s, people had no idea that things were going to turn out as badly as they are now. That the Supreme Court would hold up mutant rights like they were normal. Weapon Plus is the government's response to try and counteract that. They take mutants and they use their abilities against the mutant population. Its very secret and very effective. But, in 1992, Clinton found out about it and cancelled their government funding. They've been able to stay most afloat without our help, but time is running out. We need to grant them their government funding again or soon, Mr. President, there won't be any of us left."

The President sat in awe. But, he already had a decision.

"Do it. When I leave office, I want it transferred entirely to you guys for three weeks. I can't risk my country's safety based on the threat of these monsters. Do you know if they have any planned targets."

Collins stood and made his way to the door. He slowly turned and said to the President: "Not yet, but mark my words, they'll get their man. We'll keep in touch."

With that, he made his way out the door.