"What's wrong with my eyes?" Calvin asked.
"Did you know that they turn green?" said the Professor
"Green? What do you mean green?" asked Calvin.
"Your eyes turn green. Green symbols in your eyes that move up and down." said the Professor.
"Do you mean like the Matrix?" Calvin asked with a light laugh.
"Yes, I guess."
The Professor turned around and started out the door. He stopped right outside the door, did not turn, and said
"Keep practicing. When you've gained control over the right hand, go for the left, then both." With that, the Professor went right out the door. He turned the corner and signaled Storm.
Storm, I need you to come with me to Cerebro. We are going to have to do some computer research. The Professor went right to the elevator and right up the chute.
Magneto was drumming his fingers on the metal table. He was waiting for one of his own to get out of tricky surgery. If only he could get a mutant that was skilled in medicine. The closest thing he could get was a boy that had taken a course in high school in Louisiana. Magneto needed to get his plan under way before the humans completely destroy the mutants. Magneto knew that the humans would go to all lengths to get rid of his kind. Making all the mutants ID themselves if they wanted to become a functioning member of society.
Magneto's thoughts were interrupted by the man with the red eyes. He came in slowly with a jaunty stride.
"Is she alright?" asked Magneto in an unconcerned voice.
"She'll livm, but she ain goin' to upin' a few days."
"O.K., but I want to know the minute she is up to fight," Magneto said as he left out the door, "we will have to move quickly, Charles has the boy. We need him here," he stopped and pondered something and turned around, Gambit gulped and stood his ground.
"I want this boy here tomorrow, or I will leave you to the Sentinels, You won't be able to blow them up as easily." Magnetos words were stern and not in the slightest bit humorous.
Gambit left out of the hole that had been made a few days ago. He was ready to catch the boy at any costs. He did not want to get caught by the Sentinels. They would take him and torture him and then, whether he had given them the information or not, kill him.
He jumped in a dark red convertible and drove off into the night. The road from the hide out was, surprisingly, not bumpy at all. The hideout was located in the heat of the New York Mountains. The road to the ferry to Long Island was long, so Gambit was speeding to get to the city. He was not ready to face Magnetos wrath.
A few hours after leaving the main base, Gambit came upon a hitchhiker. The man was tall. He had long, grey hair, and he was sporting a hefty looking bag. He put his thumb out in the usual manner of hitch hikers. Gambit, knowing that his powers and the knowledge from the south mob could save him from any gun or knife this man might pull, Gambit pulled over. The man walked slowly to the car.
"Are you goin' ta the city?" the man asked with a southern drawl.
"Yes, do ya wan a ride?" asked Gambit.
"If you is a headin' that way, then, well mister, then I would liake you to come in yer nice car here." He opened the door and sat down.
Gambit went off at forty mile an hour. His speed grew and grew, he was at ninety, when the passenger asked, in a high pitched voice that was not the one that fit,
"Are you sure that you want to go at this speed? You can crash very easily."
Gambit looked up from the warp five road, and looked at the passenger. The man was changing. It was almost like what Mystique did, but it was different. With a screech and a skid mark that would leave the road scared for life, he slammed on the brakes.
"What the hell is goin' on here?" asked Gambit, whipping out a playing card from his coat.
"My name is Morph, and I have come here to help you."
Gambit put his card back and then out of the car.
"Help me with what?"
"Your mission to get this boy. The X-Men and Magneto are not the only groups of mutants. There are some of us that know more than your master and Xavier. I work for someone who can help all mutants. I am here to help you bring the boy to Magneto and save all mutants. And if that doesn't work, I am going to go to Xavier and tell him about things, if he doesn't know by then."
Gambit thought it over and decided that it was O.K. I f this stranger had been a spy, he would be long gone. He got back into the car and started the car, putting the card into a concealed pocket in his coat. The car's Hemi roared as it sped off to the ferry to Manhattan.
When the two appeared at the docks, they were not alone. There were about seventeen people there. They were all in black suits, except for two men who were in the middle of about five escorts. The men looked like they were important.
"Do ya know who they are?" Gambit asked the tall man with the coat and the hair.
"Do ya mean ta tell me that yer master Magneto hasn't told dya about them? They are the reason that we are here. Those are the two men that started the Sentinel Project." He said in the southern drawl that fit his face.
"Do we attack?" asked Gambit.
"Not yet, if we do, we would be exposed for mutants, and then they would seed up the project after they figured out that they were being watched."
"Do we have someone on the inside?"
"Yes, but I fear that we do not have anyone who actually comes in contact with either of them. Anyone who works within a looking distance from any of them has to under go random DNA checks. They have them under lock and key."
"Damn!" said Gambit so loudly that the two men looked over at him.
"Son, is there something wrong?" asked the man to the
"No, I just un...stubbed my toe." Said Gambit in a fake voice.
"You gave us a startle, there" said the man, "are you O.K? My job is keeping people safe."
That is the biggest load of bull shit I have ever heard, thought Gambit as he waved at the man as the ferry left.
"We will have to have some self control. The next ferry should come in about half an hour." said Morph.
"Did you know that they turn green?" said the Professor
"Green? What do you mean green?" asked Calvin.
"Your eyes turn green. Green symbols in your eyes that move up and down." said the Professor.
"Do you mean like the Matrix?" Calvin asked with a light laugh.
"Yes, I guess."
The Professor turned around and started out the door. He stopped right outside the door, did not turn, and said
"Keep practicing. When you've gained control over the right hand, go for the left, then both." With that, the Professor went right out the door. He turned the corner and signaled Storm.
Storm, I need you to come with me to Cerebro. We are going to have to do some computer research. The Professor went right to the elevator and right up the chute.
Magneto was drumming his fingers on the metal table. He was waiting for one of his own to get out of tricky surgery. If only he could get a mutant that was skilled in medicine. The closest thing he could get was a boy that had taken a course in high school in Louisiana. Magneto needed to get his plan under way before the humans completely destroy the mutants. Magneto knew that the humans would go to all lengths to get rid of his kind. Making all the mutants ID themselves if they wanted to become a functioning member of society.
Magneto's thoughts were interrupted by the man with the red eyes. He came in slowly with a jaunty stride.
"Is she alright?" asked Magneto in an unconcerned voice.
"She'll livm, but she ain goin' to upin' a few days."
"O.K., but I want to know the minute she is up to fight," Magneto said as he left out the door, "we will have to move quickly, Charles has the boy. We need him here," he stopped and pondered something and turned around, Gambit gulped and stood his ground.
"I want this boy here tomorrow, or I will leave you to the Sentinels, You won't be able to blow them up as easily." Magnetos words were stern and not in the slightest bit humorous.
Gambit left out of the hole that had been made a few days ago. He was ready to catch the boy at any costs. He did not want to get caught by the Sentinels. They would take him and torture him and then, whether he had given them the information or not, kill him.
He jumped in a dark red convertible and drove off into the night. The road from the hide out was, surprisingly, not bumpy at all. The hideout was located in the heat of the New York Mountains. The road to the ferry to Long Island was long, so Gambit was speeding to get to the city. He was not ready to face Magnetos wrath.
A few hours after leaving the main base, Gambit came upon a hitchhiker. The man was tall. He had long, grey hair, and he was sporting a hefty looking bag. He put his thumb out in the usual manner of hitch hikers. Gambit, knowing that his powers and the knowledge from the south mob could save him from any gun or knife this man might pull, Gambit pulled over. The man walked slowly to the car.
"Are you goin' ta the city?" the man asked with a southern drawl.
"Yes, do ya wan a ride?" asked Gambit.
"If you is a headin' that way, then, well mister, then I would liake you to come in yer nice car here." He opened the door and sat down.
Gambit went off at forty mile an hour. His speed grew and grew, he was at ninety, when the passenger asked, in a high pitched voice that was not the one that fit,
"Are you sure that you want to go at this speed? You can crash very easily."
Gambit looked up from the warp five road, and looked at the passenger. The man was changing. It was almost like what Mystique did, but it was different. With a screech and a skid mark that would leave the road scared for life, he slammed on the brakes.
"What the hell is goin' on here?" asked Gambit, whipping out a playing card from his coat.
"My name is Morph, and I have come here to help you."
Gambit put his card back and then out of the car.
"Help me with what?"
"Your mission to get this boy. The X-Men and Magneto are not the only groups of mutants. There are some of us that know more than your master and Xavier. I work for someone who can help all mutants. I am here to help you bring the boy to Magneto and save all mutants. And if that doesn't work, I am going to go to Xavier and tell him about things, if he doesn't know by then."
Gambit thought it over and decided that it was O.K. I f this stranger had been a spy, he would be long gone. He got back into the car and started the car, putting the card into a concealed pocket in his coat. The car's Hemi roared as it sped off to the ferry to Manhattan.
When the two appeared at the docks, they were not alone. There were about seventeen people there. They were all in black suits, except for two men who were in the middle of about five escorts. The men looked like they were important.
"Do ya know who they are?" Gambit asked the tall man with the coat and the hair.
"Do ya mean ta tell me that yer master Magneto hasn't told dya about them? They are the reason that we are here. Those are the two men that started the Sentinel Project." He said in the southern drawl that fit his face.
"Do we attack?" asked Gambit.
"Not yet, if we do, we would be exposed for mutants, and then they would seed up the project after they figured out that they were being watched."
"Do we have someone on the inside?"
"Yes, but I fear that we do not have anyone who actually comes in contact with either of them. Anyone who works within a looking distance from any of them has to under go random DNA checks. They have them under lock and key."
"Damn!" said Gambit so loudly that the two men looked over at him.
"Son, is there something wrong?" asked the man to the
"No, I just un...stubbed my toe." Said Gambit in a fake voice.
"You gave us a startle, there" said the man, "are you O.K? My job is keeping people safe."
That is the biggest load of bull shit I have ever heard, thought Gambit as he waved at the man as the ferry left.
"We will have to have some self control. The next ferry should come in about half an hour." said Morph.