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X-MEN 2
Chapter 1: Politics as Usual
Scott summers and Professor
Charles Xavier exited the plane. They had been flown to Washington by the
president to discuss the growing mutant population. News of the Liberty Island
incident had leaked to the public, and anti-mutant hysteria was at an all time
high. The two men entered the limo that had been waiting for them.
"What do you plan on
telling him?" the light from nearby buildings reflected of Scott's ruby
colored glasses, which a select few knew weren't a fashion statement, but the
only way of controlling his destructive optic blasts.
"I plan on telling them
what we've been saying all along," the professor responded. "That
mutants are just like ordinary people. Some are good, some are bad."
As they pulled up to the White
House, the protesters were out in mass. Scott was sickened by the slogans on the
signs, as well as the shouts from the crowd.
"Just remember,
Scott" the professor seemed to know what Scott was thinking, and, with him
being a telepath, it was highly likely. "They just don't understand."
The secret service agent opened the
front door, and the professor was wheeled in.
"Um, sir, we'll have to
ask you to stay outside"
"But..."
"Don't worry, Scott. I'll
be just fine. Now, enjoy the city. It will do you some good."
Scott walked down Pennsylvania
Avenue. He couldn't enjoy the historic sights, though, thinking of what might be
happening back at home. Wolverine had just left to investigate his past in
Canada, leaving Storm and Jean in charge of the school. And, although Magneto
was safely behind bars, Mystique, Toad, and Sabretooth were still at
large.
Just then, Scott noticed a
hooded figure with a box under his arm dashing across the tops of the building.
Scott hugged the side of the building, then tilted his shades. A slight red glow
emerged, and he began running along the wall. Who was this man? Where was he
going? What was he carrying?
The masked figure ducked
behind a fence, and Scott climbed it with the skill expected of an X-Man. He
wasn't noticed this was at his advantage.
The man opened a hatch and
leapt into a basement. Scott dashed forward and caught it. He pried it
open ever careful not to make a noise, and slowly entered the basement.
"Mr. Trask!" the man shouted, and a
gray haired man in a lab coat turned. Scott couldn't help but notice the
multitude of silver robots in the room. There must have been over a thousand.
Scott needed to know more.
"Very good. With this component,
Mastermold will be complete, and mutants everywhere will fall to my Sentinels!"
