"With what?" asked an astonished Xavier.
"I need your Cerebro unit to track down a particular
mutant."
"Who?"
"My daughter."
"Daughter?"
Xavier was in shock. All the years he'd known Magnus, and he never knew the man
had a daughter.
"Yes." Magneto said. "I haven't seen her in years...."
"Then what's the urgency now?"
Magneto took a deep breath and sighed, "There is a woman out there who poses a serious threat to all mutants. I knew her years ago before I met Mystique...."
"Who is she? How exactly did you know her?"
"Her name," Magneto said, "was Michaela, at least when I knew her. We met at a seminar on genetic mutation...."
Keep talking to me, Todd,
Brenda "said" telepathically. We're
getting close.
"Yeah, whatever," Todd muttered, so the crazy
lady wouldn't hear him. He wanted to ask his cellmate what had been done to
her, but the girl was sitting in a corner, arms wrapped around her knees,
singing to herself. He couldn't make out the words.
"OK, Brenda, I'm still here." he said softly.
Good. I think we're almost there. Do you know what kind of security the place you're in has?
"No, man. I don't know nothin' except that the crazy lady's got big iron bars on the cell, yo."
Is she the only person you've seen? You don't know if
there's a guard or anything, do you?
"Uh . . . no. I mean, no, I don't know."
"Great." Wolverine sighed.
"So for all we know, Madame Psycho could have her own private army
guarding the place." Cyclops said.
"Or there could only be an old rusty lock on the doors." Nightcrawler
interjected hopefully.
"In any case," Lance cut in, "the sooner we get Toad out of
there, the better..."
"We're here," Brenda said.
It was a squat cinderblock building that looked like a warehouse. The windows
were boarded up. It didn't look like it had been used in months.
There was a blob of something on the ground in front of the door. Lance
recognized it immediately.
"Strawberry ice cream. Todd's favorite flavor. He's definitely here."
Storm noticed a flicker of movement in the bushes.
Everyone assumed attack positions . . .
. . . but it turned out to be a bird.
Nevertheless, they remained alert, realizing that there could still be guards lurking somewhere nearby. "Watch your backs, people." Wolverine instructed.
The front door was locked, but they found ways around that.
Cyclops burned a hole through the wall beside the door on one side,while Fred battered his way in on the other. "This looks easy so far."
"A little too easy,bub,if you ask me."
"She's got no
alarms, no security . . ."
There was a metallic squeal from around a corner, and the group found
themselves facing a squad of attack robots.
" . . . except for the hardware," Cyclops amended.
"We're gonna die," said Spyke.
