Can We Please Go Back To Our Lives?
Eventually Xavier convinced Hawk and Whithalf to return with him back to the museum to explain things with Shaw. Shaw hobbled up to greet them. "Some stupid mime ran over my foot," Shaw grumbled. "Well Professor Xavier I believe our meeting about future donations will have to wait for now. I have to try to hobble to another appointment."
"Donations?" Hawk asked. "Aren't you already rich?"
"Yes but even the best funded private schools need outside investors," Hank said. "Especially with all the 'accidents' we seem to have when the Misfits show up."
"I'm sorry we missed our appointment Mr. Shaw but as you can see we got sidetracked," Xavier sighed.
"I believe it," Shaw said. "Whenever GI Joe is involved things happen. Don't worry, I still intend to contribute to your school."
"Well now that that mess is sorted out," Hawk sighed. "Now we can get back to the business of the tablet Cobra wanted." He handed it to Serpentor who had come along as well.
"I don't know why they even bothered with it," Serpentor sniffed. "It doesn't describe a power source at all. It's a summoning spell."
"Really?" Shaw raised an eyebrow.
"Yes it shows how to call down something called a Phoenix Force from the heavens," Serpentor pointed out. "But the translation's not even complete. A big chunk of it is broken off. It was a wild goose chase really."
"Well then I guess there's no harm in returning it to the museum," Shaw said. "Or better yet, I know a private vault that stores artifacts for safekeeping. If you'll let me I can arrange it to be transported there."
"I don't know," Hawk looked at Shaw.
"I think that would be an excellent idea Hawk," Xavier said.
"Well if Professor X says it would be a good idea I don't see any reason why not," Whithalf shrugged. They handed the tablet over to Shaw.
"Don't worry gentlemen," Shaw told them. "This tablet is in safe hands."
As they left the museum Hank asked Hawk. "Why didn't you want Shaw to take the tablet? Do you know something?"
"No it was just a gut feeling," Hawk told Hank. "There's something…Never mind. It's not important. The important thing is that Cobra was thwarted again."
"Yes well," Xavier looked at his watch. "It's getting late. As it is we've already missed several meetings and a conference on genetics. If we hurry we will be just in time for Hank's television appearance."
"Don't worry," Whithalf grinned. "We'll get you an escort to make sure you get there on time!"
However Xavier soon wished they hadn't.