London, England. February 13th 2021, 10.35pm.

"Debrief me on what you know Officer."
"Female, late fourties, suffered fatal lacerations to her arms. Also severe bruising around neck, thought to be from previous attempts at suicide. Crime scene will be in shortly, but we consider this suicide Detective…"
"Was she one of them?"
"Unknown as of yet Sir, the daughter is known to us as a level five, discharged from the asylum three weeks ago."
"Discharged? No one gets discharged from Eden, are you sure?"
"Yes Sir, we found the folder and got confirmation."
"Where is she now?"
"Officers found her in Hyde Park half an hour ago, she's under surveillance and being taken into custody"
"Good, even if this is a suicide…I'll be damned before I let a freak get free on my watch. Find anything you can, rip this place apart if you have to"
"Yes Sir."

Westchester, New York, February 14th 2021

"You called us Professor?"
Charles looked up from his desk and noticed Scott's head appear from behind the door, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Of course Scott, please, take a seat" Charles replied, beckoning towards the seating area in his office. As Scott pushed opened the door and walked in, Jean and Rogue followed behind and Charles stifled a smile. He was still unfamiliar with having a crowded school once again, let alone seeing his most treasured students alive and well, entirely unaware of destruction that he had seen fall upon them in another time.

Within moments, the entire group had assembled in a circle and awaited further instructions. Rogue, Jean, Pete, Scott, Bobby, Kitty and Storm looked across to Charles with baited breath, curious for the sudden need of a meeting as he wheeled himself into the circle.
"Last night, I became aware of an incident relating to a particular mutant located in London, that I think we should address…before I continue, I must show you a news report that is currently being broadcast worldwide"
Charles looked up at the large television screen and blinked as it began to play, showing a female news reporter standing outside a cornered off entrance to an apartment block with police patrolling outside.

'At four o'clock on the 13th of February, a woman was found dead in her bathroom, with multiple lacerations to her arms and chest, and the weapon beside her. Emma James was seen a few days beforehand, allegedly looking gaunt and underweight. Her daughter, Mallory Howlett had recently been discharged from the Eden Mutant Asylum, and was said to be in the flat at the time of Emma James' death. She was in custody until this morning but was mysteriously released on unknown conditions...'

The reporter disappeared off the screen, and two images appeared. The left was of a woman who had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes, she had paper white skin, and her cheeks looked sunken-in, showing signs of fatigue and illness. On the right was a girl who had dark brown hair, and the same eyes as her mother.
Charles switched off the television screen and allowed everyone to turn back to face him in silence.
"So, this girl was part of the Eden Programme?" asked Storm. "How did she get out?"
"We don't know as of yet, all we know for certain is that she's a level five mutant…"
"Wait, only Jean is level five…how did we not know about her?" Scott challenged, looking at Jean as she turned away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"Jean is not the only level five Scott, there are very few…but yes, they were somehow able to contain her completely away from us."
"What's the Eden Programme?" asked Rogue, holding Bobby's hand worried.
"There are underground projects running all over the world which are focused on 'understanding the genetics and development of mutants', the Eden Programme is the leading institution which hospitalises the most unreliable mutants and…" began Charles until he noticed Storm shaking her head and clenching her jaw in anger.
"Just say it Charles, you know what they do is illegal…they do barbaric experiments on them and treat them like animals."
"Wait, what…how is that being funded?" asked Bobby.
"They have their hands in the government and the media, there is no way they would ever be exposed" exhaled Jean.
"So why are we talking about her now, what's all this got to do with us?" Rogue wondered, when the door opened and a large blue figure walked in holding a large file.
"Because Rogue, we were originally in plans with them to get her transferred here, but she was suddenly discharged and their database wiped of her existence over the past ten years. We trawled through everything to find her, but she was nowhere to be found-"
"-Wait, how old's this girl?" questioned Storm, her brows furrowing as she attempted to connect the dots.
"She's twenty one years old, Ororo…" Charles sighed, recognising and understanding her shock at the realisation. "She was taken in and declared the Programme's property at the age of eleven."
"We eventually found her through the British news reports, so she was immediately extracted from the police hold and currently being transferred. She will be safer here…in all aspects" Hank stated as he walked towards Charles and passed him the file. They exchanged quick eye contact in agreement and Charles placed the file on the desk, away from the group.
"Can I just say something?" Kitty's voice echoed through the silence, her chest tightening as she saw everyone turn towards her expectantly. "Did no one listen to what her name was…Mallory…Howlett?"
"Professor, isn't that…Logan's last…?" Storm questioned, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"We have grounds to belief that she may be of some relation to Logan" Charles exhaled. "But we cannot confirm until she arrives here and Logan returns from Canada"
"Speaking of arriving…" Peter answered as he looked outside the window and noticed a taxi pull up the driveway.