Blix: The "We're doomed.." quote is supposed to be her version of a sarcastic joke. I tried to empathise that by having Siren taking a rather carefree bite of her toast after rather than panicking.
Sych: I corrected all the grammatical errors and some spelling errors I found. And I changed the 'the' in the bit about America. And I never carried geography to my GCSEs so it's not a familiar subject of mine. I just assumed America would be one of the most popular, didn't really dwell on it.
Omala: You'll find out, you will! Keep reading! Lol.
Calandra: If you look to Blix's response you'll notice that the answer is supposed to sound dramatic, a bitter sort of joke from Siren. And I can't answer any more of that review.. hehe..
Chapter 6Logan was waiting outside Cerebro in a deathly silence. His tall body lean back on the silver plated walls of the illuminated corridor. But his hands were buried in the pockets of his jeans, and his head bowed so his eyes unfocusedly stared at the shiny floor beneath his hard toed boots. There was a tense air around him, a certain worried aura. Like he was some expectant father waiting outside a labour room. Funny how it wasn't that far from the reality.
But then, the Cerebro doors opened with an ominous silence and from the middle, Charles exited. Logan quickly straightened off the wall, reaching towards Charles and staring down at the man as he leant his hands on either arm of Charles's chair.. Desperation glimmered in Logan's eyes as heleant over Charles and heavily breathed down uponthe manas he waited, knuckles cracking impatiently, "Well?" he asked in an accidental growl. He was getting too frustrated.
However, Charles face had alighted into a smile, "I've found your daughter Logan. She's alive and well in downtown Manhattan."
The relief on Logan's face was astonishing. The worrying creases above his brow and around his warm eyes faded at one and a true grin broadened across his lips, "Thank God," he murmured. He nodded his silent thanks to Charles before spinning away and beginning to walk swiftly around the corridor.
"Not yet, Logan," said Charles softly, the man's eyes calmly watching the back of the retreating Logan.
Logan paused and humbly peered over his shoulder, "Why not? Why not now?" Charles had obviously read that Logan did indeed want to hurry out and get to New York that instant.
Charles smiled apologetically to Logan as he moved closer, "I want to talk with you Logan. This is going to have certain impacts on your memory loss. You're going to learn things you had forgotten. Amnesia is a dangerous thing Logan, and wholly uncontrollable as you well know."
Logan exhaled a soft sigh, turning to Charles with a dejected expression. The excited twinkle in his eyes had simmered, "I just want to see her and let her know everything is alright."
"I know," said Charles with an understanding smile, "And you will do. Anyway, right now Madeline is asleep. You wouldn't want to wake her now would you.." Charles continued quietly as he rolled on down the silver corridor, going ahead of Logan.
Logan's eyes slowly lifted as he watched Charles move away, a small smile creeping into his features, "No, 'course not.." he whispered as he followed after the Professor.
Storm flinched uncomfortably as Logan paced behind her. He'd continued his repetitive prowling behind the woman for the last hour, and Storm was becoming unnerved by it. She was in the underground levels, in one of the smaller silver walled rooms. The room was partly dim, only a lamp on the desk lit up her position, the rest of the room and it's electric machines shut off and unlit. A large computer sat in front of her, and the woman sat reading through rows of information, selecting several highlighted areas as she browsed through what appeared to be a database of mutants.
"What are you doing?" asked Logan for the third time. Storm exhaled a tired sigh and looked over his shoulder. To her disapproval he had lit a cigar, and continued his pacing with a cigar hung from the corner of his mouth. When Storm was looking at him he blatantly drew on the cigar and blew out a gentle stream of smoke.
Biting her tongue for the moment, Storm turned back to the computer monitor, continuing her repetitive clicking on the keyboard, "I told you," she repeated, sterner than usual, "I'm looking through Cerebro's database of found mutants."
Logan grunted unhappily, "I know that. But you still ain't said why."
Storm sighed once more, "Because I need to add Madeline from Cerebro's hardware and into this database. The mind signals can never sort all the information out themselves out. I need to make sure it matches."
At the mention of Madeline's name Logan became more interested and he swivelled on the spot, pivoting his feet expertly as he leant behind Storm, resting on the back of her chair as he peered over her shoulder at the monitor, "Am I on there?"
"Yes," Storm answered as she continued to work her way through the information.
Logan appeared to disapprove, "Why?"
She closed her eyes slowly a moment, letting out a slow and uneasy breath. She reluctantly opened her eyes again and said firmly, "Because."
Logan spun his eyes upon her, "Because," he repeated matter-of-factly, "That's it?"
"Because Charles wants to keep a record of everybody!" cried Storm, becoming impatient at Logan's constant interrogations.
"Huh," murmured Logan as he read down a profile for Robert Louis Drake. It contained a whole list of different information, ranging from mental telepathic capacity to his blood group. "Wait a minute," he said, suddenly realising something, "Does it have all my information on it?" He then jerked and pointed his index finger at the screen impatiently, "There, click on me!" he eagerly fingered at the word Wolverine.
Storm obliged with a quiet sigh, opening Logan's profile for the man to read. The information was incredibly sparse. It only held his first name, 'Logan', his mutant alias, mutation details and his body statistics. Logan looked rather disgruntled for a moment, until he saw the black page suddenly flicker, and a title flashed at both of them, "Updating Profile: Wolverine" it read in white letters.
Logan peered eagerly as he saw more information creep in. Where the heading 'Relatives' sat, a list had suddenly developed beneath it. It read two lines. 'Roxanne Alliah Jones (deceased)' and 'Madeline Jones'. It told Logan nothing new, which he wasn't at all pleased about. "Why won't it tell me more?" he demanded to Storm.
"Because it can only pick up what you actually know."
"That's stupid," huffed Logan sulkily. The man folded his arms and turned away, still drawing on his cigar every now and then.
"If you want a detailed overview of what Cerebro can and cannot do, go and see the Professor," said Storm bitterly, "but I need to get this finished before I go to sleep. Do let me finish this work for Charles, Logan."
With another juvenile huff, Logan turned away to stalk out of the room. The door opened automatically as he strode towards it, sulking off in silence with his cigar. With a relieved sigh, Storm turned back to the computer screen, continuing to work under the small lamp.
Later that day, Charles sat quietly in his office. The warm glow from the lamps flushed the room with a blushing light that contently lighted up the contours of the man's face, though now, lines creased as he frowned. The newspaper from that morning rested upon the wooden surface of his desk, the front page staring up at the Professor. His weary eyes flickered in the comfortable radiance of the lights, gaze bearing down upon the text that he continued to read over and over, trying to delve something out of the sentences. Coaxing information from the cryptic clues.
But the evening was passing speedily, for hours had gone by since Charles set himself in front of the newspaper with worry. Eventually, Charles raised his head, tearing his eyes from the blurring sentences, his tired eyes peering out of the tall diamond leaded windows of his office. The world outside was coated with a murky wash of white clouds, blocking across the night sky of indigo ink, silver holes piercing the midnight sheet. But the pure darkness was getting disturbed.. by delicate snowflakes tumbling out of the sky, fluttering on down past his window. With a thoughtful smile Charles studied the admirable scene outside, relaxing in the sudden calmness brought on by the simple snowfall.
The Professor slowly exhaled a tired sigh as he slowly lifted his arms off his desk, turned his chair slowly, and began to motion himself across his office to the double doors. The soft glow of lamps disappeared as the man turned off the lights of his office.. and shut the door behind his exit.
Tomorrow, he needed to speak with Logan.
But for now, even as one of the most powerful mutants in the world, he needed his sleep.
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