A/N Well I updated, I am so so so sorry it's taken me so long but I have been kinda busy, applying for uni, looking for a job, putting a horse in foal, I know its not any excuse, but hopefully this chapter makes up for it. So anyway, here's the next chapter I hope you enjoy it. And please review.
THE X FACTOR
"Are you sure?" The question came from the communications monitor onboard the Blackbird jet. Charles Xavier's face bore a thoughtfully expression, his long fingers steepled beneath his chin.
"Yes Professor," Psylocke said, "The one behind the Trask rubbery is none other then the infamous Eyes Only. I saw his equipment."
"Figures that the cyber-geek would be involved in this," Wolverine muttered, "Trask business deals are right up the do-gooders alley."
"What was on the disc?" Xavier questioned.
Cyclops lent forward in the pilot seat to send the disc's information to the mansions computer, as Rogue moved forward to explain. "Trask's creatin' a new device," she began " It's designed ta scan and read genetic makeup and identify any 'Abnormalities.' It's like a mini sentinel, it has a number of weapons on it. After it id's the target it radios it back then takes it out, stun or destroy. It's been designed to fit Hover-drones."
"Why would Trask build something like that?" Jean wondered aloud, "It's common belief that mutants are long dead. Whatever teams that isn't in the states are all in hiding in Antarctica."
A lost world hidden within the unforgiving plains of the frozen wastelands of Antarctica, the savage lands, was a haven for mutants. An advanced city built in the primitive volcano warmed forest, by Magneto. The master of magnetism, though not completely swayed by Xavier's dream. Had decided that now was not the time for his war against humanity, and had opened his doors to the mutant survivors. Yet it seemed all Magneto was waiting for was a reason, a reason to start his war.
"I'm not all that sure it's Homo-Superior that they're after," Xavier stated, "My sources tell me that there may be a new factor emerging." His blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "Transgenics have been released into the populace."
"Transgenics?" One of the X team echoed.
"Is it so hard to believe," Xavier questioned, "Wolverine you yourself are evidence of government manipulation."
"Even if Transgenic are the intended targets, there is still a number a mutant located in Washington state, let alone the U.S." Cyclops said, "Should these scanner locate one of us, our cover will be blown."
"Which is why I'm authorising you to stay there and stop the production of these devices." Xavier said, "The safety of mutant-kind rests in your hands."
#SC#
"Fe'nos tol," The man answered his cell phone, leaning back in his leather chair.
"Fe'nos tol," Replied to voice on the end of the line, "How goes things on your end?"
"The prototype is almost complete," The man answered, "We have programmed 452 in as the primary target. But it will locate any non-humans."
"Any leads one the person reasonable for the brake in?"
"No," The man said, "It doesn't matter, some there we be a fleet of these 'drones, more effective than any of the Sentinels in the hey day."
"I hope so," the voice said, "The sentinels were very effective against the mutants. I pray it will be as effective against the transgenic treat also."
"I have to go," The man said, "I have a meeting with the partners shortly. Take care, brother White."
"You to, brother Trask."
#SC#
"This is not good," Max said as she paced Logan's penthouse, her hands clenching and unclenching besides her. "With these devices on every Hoverdrone, they'll be able to locate any transgenic ANYWHERE!"
"I think that's the point," Alec said sarcastically from his position on Logan's couch. Max whirled around, eyes narrowed at his ill time humour. Only the concern she saw dancing in his hazel eyes, halted her from taking out her anger on him. Sighing she ran a hand over her face dropping into a seat.
"Any ideas on who broke in?" she questioned.
"No," Logan shook his head, "I ran her id through the police and law enforcement database, nothing."
"What was she after?" Alec asked, before moving towards the kitchen in search of snacks,
"I haven't a clue," Logan said, "Asha fine, she was out for awhile. The woman nailed her pretty hard."
"Do you think she was transgenic?" Max asked.
Logan shook his head, "She certainly moved like one, but she was English." He sighed, "About these new hoverdrones, what are you going to do about them?"
"Well we have to stop them from producing them," Max said, "Otherwise no transgenic will be safe."
TBC
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, I try having the next chapter up soon, I really enjoy writing TXF chapters. Anyway please review, tell me what you thought.