Part IV
Saturday 14 September 1963
Hank McCoy stared at the business card that was given to him the day before. He was trying to decide to phone now or to wait to a later date. After a couple of minutes of intense thinking, he decided to ring the number. It wasn't like he had anything to lose.
"Hello, Xavier's Institute for the Mentally Ill, Certified Lunatic speaking," Hank stifled a chuckle at the cheery, cheeky introduction. Before he could speak sounds of fighting over the phone filled the line. "Hello, Charles Xavier speaking. I apologise for the earlier introduction."
"Good evening Mr Xavier, this is Hank McCoy. I wish to know more about your proposition," Hank told Xavier.
"Thankyou for calling Dr McCoy," Charles Xavier began. "I am setting up a school for mutant children. I am well aware of your interest of mutation, and I would like you to work for me and study those children who have given their permission." Xavier explained.
"How do you know about my interest in mutation?" Hank asked, he reminded himself to be very suspicious even though he was very temped to say yes right now.
"I have my sources," Xavier explained cryptically.
"Can I have more information about this school?" Hank asked.
"I would like to give you more information about the school but there are several groups who would love to get their hands and such information," Xavier explained.
"Of course," Hank said trying not to convey his disappointment through his voice. He knew since the discovery of mutants, a lot of people have reacted with fear and hatred and he had no illusions of what these people would do to mutants.
"I'm sorry that I can't give you any more information, Dr McCoy," Xavier said apologetically.
"It's quite all right Mr Xavier, I understand perfectly," Hank was surprised at how cheerful he sounded. "Thankyou for speaking to me."
"Goodbye Dr McCoy," Charles said just before he hung up.
Hank McCoy couldn't believe his luck; he had always wanted to study mutants since he had first heard about them. Now he was given such a chance, it was almost too good to be true.
~~~
He snorted in disgust as he heard the phone line being disconnected. Part of him was proud that Xavier was so suspicious but the majority of him was really annoyed. He had to admit it had been a really good idea to bug McCoy's phone. A school for mutants, just the opportunity that he had been looking for. But how to get the location of the school, Xavier wouldn't give McCoy the address over the phone. But McCoy will help him find the address of this school and then he will punish McCoy for leaving Brand Corporation.
Saturday 14 September 1963
Hank McCoy stared at the business card that was given to him the day before. He was trying to decide to phone now or to wait to a later date. After a couple of minutes of intense thinking, he decided to ring the number. It wasn't like he had anything to lose.
"Hello, Xavier's Institute for the Mentally Ill, Certified Lunatic speaking," Hank stifled a chuckle at the cheery, cheeky introduction. Before he could speak sounds of fighting over the phone filled the line. "Hello, Charles Xavier speaking. I apologise for the earlier introduction."
"Good evening Mr Xavier, this is Hank McCoy. I wish to know more about your proposition," Hank told Xavier.
"Thankyou for calling Dr McCoy," Charles Xavier began. "I am setting up a school for mutant children. I am well aware of your interest of mutation, and I would like you to work for me and study those children who have given their permission." Xavier explained.
"How do you know about my interest in mutation?" Hank asked, he reminded himself to be very suspicious even though he was very temped to say yes right now.
"I have my sources," Xavier explained cryptically.
"Can I have more information about this school?" Hank asked.
"I would like to give you more information about the school but there are several groups who would love to get their hands and such information," Xavier explained.
"Of course," Hank said trying not to convey his disappointment through his voice. He knew since the discovery of mutants, a lot of people have reacted with fear and hatred and he had no illusions of what these people would do to mutants.
"I'm sorry that I can't give you any more information, Dr McCoy," Xavier said apologetically.
"It's quite all right Mr Xavier, I understand perfectly," Hank was surprised at how cheerful he sounded. "Thankyou for speaking to me."
"Goodbye Dr McCoy," Charles said just before he hung up.
Hank McCoy couldn't believe his luck; he had always wanted to study mutants since he had first heard about them. Now he was given such a chance, it was almost too good to be true.
~~~
He snorted in disgust as he heard the phone line being disconnected. Part of him was proud that Xavier was so suspicious but the majority of him was really annoyed. He had to admit it had been a really good idea to bug McCoy's phone. A school for mutants, just the opportunity that he had been looking for. But how to get the location of the school, Xavier wouldn't give McCoy the address over the phone. But McCoy will help him find the address of this school and then he will punish McCoy for leaving Brand Corporation.
