The cold winter day had long since been forgotten amidst the Senate Hearing
room in Washington DC. The current speaker at the podium was a young,
controversial new senator who was just barely into his first term. With his
first term he had spawned up a whirlwind of new proposals- the most
controversial the new Mutant Registration Act. McIntosh had taken Senator
Kelly's old Act and simply added 'a few revisions'.
"Heaven only knows what Xavier's mutants are capable of." Senator McIntosh Declared. "Several years ago they were held in connection to the Liberty Island terrorism incident. But were they prosecuted, or even charged? No! Also, nearly four years ago today the group was not only identified as a mutant training ground, but once they were discovered, they unleashed the worldwide attack. Once again though, no one has laid a finger on Xavier or any of the others he has been training." The senator paused, picking up a folder from the podium's shelf.
"Charles Xavier not only frequently visited the cell of one Erik Magnus Lehnsherr; or more commonly known as Magneto. Lehnsherr and Xavier go far back, they even built said training facility together. From the files of the late Col. Stryker, we have determined that underground the school Xavier has a device - one built by Lehnsherr-that allows him to harness his mutation to the point where he could project it to anywhere in the world. Incase any of you are not yet familiar with Xavier's mutation, let me enlighten you - It's mind control. His telepathic abilities range from that of the simplest form of communication through thoughts, to that of altering one's God given free will. A few sources have even said Xavier is capable of killing a person by just thinking about them for too long." At this point his fellow senators gave a collective gasp.
McIntosh continued, "Now, we have linked Xavier to the attacks that killed thousands. And I ask you, Should this man be allowed to go free?" McIntosh held his position at the podium for a moment longer. Then with a nod he thanked them all, and stepped down. He made sure to take the folder with him as he strode away.
Once outside the main hall of the Senate building, he took in a deep breath, ad ran his fingers through his short, dark brown hair. Peter McIntosh was one of the youngest senators this country had seen in a while. He leaned up against the wall behind him, careful not to wrinkle his suit. He withdrew is signature mirrored sunglasses from his jacket pocket and waited. His flunky assistant was supposed to come by sooner rather than later. It was considerably later when his assistant, George Cattermole, came bumbling in. He looked around nervously for his employer. Behind his sunglasses, McIntosh rolled his eyes. Cattermole then spotted him.
"Sir," He said loudly, waving his arms. McIntosh sighed, moving from his position and reluctantly walking over. "Your late," He declared once he was close enough.
Cattermole blushed slightly. "Well, sir, things are progressing very quickly."
"You think I don't know that?" McIntosh asked condescendingly as he began to walk away with large, confident strides.
Cattermole scurried to catch up. "Of course you do, sir." He stuttered. To this, McIntosh was silent. So Cattermole continued. "Base One is coming along just fine sir. As of 0700 this morning they had a reported mutant count of nearly three thousand."
McIntosh nodded, seeming pleased.
"The InValid count is still only in the hundreds though sir." Cattermole stated quickly.
McIntosh shrugged. "We've only just begun, George."
George Cattermole was silent.
McIntosh continued. "The vote is in a mere few days. The time is right, especially with these new acts of mutant terrorism. The president and the majority will have to side with us. Then we shall allow McKenna to show the world how to deal with the mutant problem. " He smiled. "Senator Kelly would be proud."
Cattermole timidly nodded. He had met Robert Kelly only once, about two years ago. He had soon after been presumed dead in an arsonist's fire that was turned the senator's office building to ash.
"Yes George, Robert Kelly would have been proud." McIntosh declared as the two stopped walking. They had reached the two large, glass doors of the entrance. Gray skies and large water drops were quite visible from where they stood.
"My umbrella, George." McIntosh demanded. Cattermole fumbled with opening his thick briefcase that was more like a small suitcase and with drew the typical black umbrella. He handed this to McIntosh, who nodded thanks. He began to open the umbrella, and was ready to step outside when George stopped him. "How did the speech go sir?" He asked quickly.
McIntosh smiled. "You'll find out soon enough, won't you George." He said before walking outside.
Cattermole watched the form of his employer depart; a man dressed in a high class black suit, dark sunglasses and umbrella. This man continued to walk away- a sharp contrast to his gray surroundings. And he never looked back.
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A/N: Sorry about the length, I just didn't want to jump back into the world of Brian yet ;) But so, here I get to thank my awesome reviewers! You all rock!
Kasey22-- Aww, thanks!
Pendragon4-Glad you like it! It's about time you get your fics back up, eh? *hint hint* Just kidding. Sorry about the spelling errors, I have no beta- reader, and by the time I finally think I'm finished with a chapter I'm either so sick of it or so tired I just don't bother. Anyway thanks for the reviews, ohmigosh, you are the best! (Well, not the best, but pretty close!)
Lunar Shadowsong - Thanks for all your reviews!
Guin-Thanks!
OrlandoRoKsMYworld-Whoa, my biology class just watched it too! O.O hehe, Anyway, thanks a gazillion for your review! (by the way, about Brian's mutation, it may be surprising.then again maybe not.;) )
MusiqBoy-I'll try!
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"Heaven only knows what Xavier's mutants are capable of." Senator McIntosh Declared. "Several years ago they were held in connection to the Liberty Island terrorism incident. But were they prosecuted, or even charged? No! Also, nearly four years ago today the group was not only identified as a mutant training ground, but once they were discovered, they unleashed the worldwide attack. Once again though, no one has laid a finger on Xavier or any of the others he has been training." The senator paused, picking up a folder from the podium's shelf.
"Charles Xavier not only frequently visited the cell of one Erik Magnus Lehnsherr; or more commonly known as Magneto. Lehnsherr and Xavier go far back, they even built said training facility together. From the files of the late Col. Stryker, we have determined that underground the school Xavier has a device - one built by Lehnsherr-that allows him to harness his mutation to the point where he could project it to anywhere in the world. Incase any of you are not yet familiar with Xavier's mutation, let me enlighten you - It's mind control. His telepathic abilities range from that of the simplest form of communication through thoughts, to that of altering one's God given free will. A few sources have even said Xavier is capable of killing a person by just thinking about them for too long." At this point his fellow senators gave a collective gasp.
McIntosh continued, "Now, we have linked Xavier to the attacks that killed thousands. And I ask you, Should this man be allowed to go free?" McIntosh held his position at the podium for a moment longer. Then with a nod he thanked them all, and stepped down. He made sure to take the folder with him as he strode away.
Once outside the main hall of the Senate building, he took in a deep breath, ad ran his fingers through his short, dark brown hair. Peter McIntosh was one of the youngest senators this country had seen in a while. He leaned up against the wall behind him, careful not to wrinkle his suit. He withdrew is signature mirrored sunglasses from his jacket pocket and waited. His flunky assistant was supposed to come by sooner rather than later. It was considerably later when his assistant, George Cattermole, came bumbling in. He looked around nervously for his employer. Behind his sunglasses, McIntosh rolled his eyes. Cattermole then spotted him.
"Sir," He said loudly, waving his arms. McIntosh sighed, moving from his position and reluctantly walking over. "Your late," He declared once he was close enough.
Cattermole blushed slightly. "Well, sir, things are progressing very quickly."
"You think I don't know that?" McIntosh asked condescendingly as he began to walk away with large, confident strides.
Cattermole scurried to catch up. "Of course you do, sir." He stuttered. To this, McIntosh was silent. So Cattermole continued. "Base One is coming along just fine sir. As of 0700 this morning they had a reported mutant count of nearly three thousand."
McIntosh nodded, seeming pleased.
"The InValid count is still only in the hundreds though sir." Cattermole stated quickly.
McIntosh shrugged. "We've only just begun, George."
George Cattermole was silent.
McIntosh continued. "The vote is in a mere few days. The time is right, especially with these new acts of mutant terrorism. The president and the majority will have to side with us. Then we shall allow McKenna to show the world how to deal with the mutant problem. " He smiled. "Senator Kelly would be proud."
Cattermole timidly nodded. He had met Robert Kelly only once, about two years ago. He had soon after been presumed dead in an arsonist's fire that was turned the senator's office building to ash.
"Yes George, Robert Kelly would have been proud." McIntosh declared as the two stopped walking. They had reached the two large, glass doors of the entrance. Gray skies and large water drops were quite visible from where they stood.
"My umbrella, George." McIntosh demanded. Cattermole fumbled with opening his thick briefcase that was more like a small suitcase and with drew the typical black umbrella. He handed this to McIntosh, who nodded thanks. He began to open the umbrella, and was ready to step outside when George stopped him. "How did the speech go sir?" He asked quickly.
McIntosh smiled. "You'll find out soon enough, won't you George." He said before walking outside.
Cattermole watched the form of his employer depart; a man dressed in a high class black suit, dark sunglasses and umbrella. This man continued to walk away- a sharp contrast to his gray surroundings. And he never looked back.
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A/N: Sorry about the length, I just didn't want to jump back into the world of Brian yet ;) But so, here I get to thank my awesome reviewers! You all rock!
Kasey22-- Aww, thanks!
Pendragon4-Glad you like it! It's about time you get your fics back up, eh? *hint hint* Just kidding. Sorry about the spelling errors, I have no beta- reader, and by the time I finally think I'm finished with a chapter I'm either so sick of it or so tired I just don't bother. Anyway thanks for the reviews, ohmigosh, you are the best! (Well, not the best, but pretty close!)
Lunar Shadowsong - Thanks for all your reviews!
Guin-Thanks!
OrlandoRoKsMYworld-Whoa, my biology class just watched it too! O.O hehe, Anyway, thanks a gazillion for your review! (by the way, about Brian's mutation, it may be surprising.then again maybe not.;) )
MusiqBoy-I'll try!
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