Ok, sorry this took so long, but I didn't have access to a computer while I was in my cell. Stupid Government.
I watched as Hank read the paper, nodding. "Thank you, Mr. President."
One man was the reason this war had started. In this room, he wrote Legislation # 3263827. That single piece of paper was the very reason my life was hell. The reason so many of my friends had died.
The reason he had been assassinated.
The (used to be Vice) President bent over the table, adding his name to the bottom. "There."
He stood and held out his hand to Hank. "Congratulations, Mr. McCoy. You have successfully negotiated the end to the war on mutants." They shook hands. "I am sorry it ever had to happen."
We would have cheered, but the camera men had forbidden us from saying anything. This was live TV, after all.
I watched as a camera man zoomed in on their hands, and then switched to commercial. The president took off his glasses and walked over to us. "I want to apologize, again, for everything. And Hank and I took the liberty of hiring a new publicist for you. His job is to make sure you guys stay…out of sight. Stan?"
"Hi! My name is Stanley Martin Lieber, I here to make sure you guys don't get noticed!" Well, at least he was energetic
If there was one thing Logan wasn't, it was subtle. "How on earth will you manage that?"
Stan grinned and rubbed his hands together. "A little… creative marketing. You know…" he took a step back, taking us in. "With all of you here, a mutant brigade standing in the oval office, it's like… like the ending to a movie."
