Chapter 47: Bored and Suspended

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Light on, light off, light on, light off.

Max tapped the wall with his knuckle and watched the overhead light wink at him. He felt pretty lucky, getting suspended when he did, because the professor was out of town for the day and Logan had disappeared, so no one was at the house to chew him out about being suspended.

However, he also had absolutely nothing to do. No clubs are open during the day, no one's home who's worth having anyway, I have a hangover so I don't really want to drink,
I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored. He looked over at the clock on the wall.

10:00. Fantastic. Let's see what's on daytime TV.

Max pointed at the television and flipped through the channels.

Soap opera, cartoon, talk show, Maury, televangelist, Barney, cartoon, the news.

He stopped at the news. A blond announcer's face filled part of the screen. In the corner were the words, The Sentinel Project. He felt his stomach twist into a giant knot. "Please God no," he said aloud.


The reporter spoke. "Officials say that Dr. George Dobson has bailed Bolivar Trask out of prison in light of the new mutant crisis."


"What mutant crisis?" Max asked the television.


"Two days ago a mutant burned down an entire city block in down town New York. The once jailed Trask is only allowed to use the Sentinels to defend humans against any mutants who get out of control. Officials say that the Sentinels will not go after any law abiding mutants. In other news-" click.


"Like heck they won't target law-abiding mutants." Max stood and walked into the kitchen. He pulled the refrigerator door open and searched for a carbonated beverage. The news did not help his already queasy stomach. He grabbed a coke can off the shelf and then searched the freezer. I feel like a girl with PMS, Andie and Hope always raid the
fridge when they are PMSing.

Rocky Road sounds good.

He pulled the carton out from behind the frozen meat. He sat down on one of the bar
stools and popped the top off. "Law-abiding mutants my left foot," he mumbled. "My father will find some way to bend the rule and rid the world of mutants. Don't know how he will, but he will. Of course if Ryan has anything to say about it. Wait, Ryan doesn't go to school, Ryan's upstairs, I have someone to complain to."


Max dropped the spoon in the carton and ran up the stairs. He shoved open the door to his and Ryan's room and clapped on the lights. A groan came from the lump of covers on the floor and a hand pulled the sheets over his blond head.


"Hey Ryan, it's time to wake up and talk to me," Max said ripping the covers off of him.


"It's ten o'clock in the morning, I'm out of school, I want to sleep," Ryan grumbled.


"Your friend George Dobson just bailed Trask out of jail and they reinstated the Sentinel project," Max said.


Ryan sat up his brown eyes wide open, his jaw hanging. "Please tell me you were trying to wake me up and all you just said is not true."


"It's true," Max said. "Scout's honor."


"You never were a boy scout," Ryan said.


Max shrugged and then sat down on the floor. Red lines from his pillow branched out from Ryan's eyes and his hair stuck out in all sorts of places. "So, what do you think we should do?" Max asked.


Ryan rubbed his face then scratched his head. "Well, the professor will be back tonight, so I suggest we wait for him," Ryan said. "I don't have any other suggestions except that we watch his every move."


"But he can hide things from the publics eye, you know that better than anyone. We'd have to send in spies to get any real information."


"That's not a half bad idea."