UNITED STATES SENATE - DAY
The Senate is in session with a packed house.
Senator Chester, a heavy-set, charismatic, boisterous speaker, has the floor.
"We've all heard these stories about the mutant problem. More and more we hear them. Anyone who watched the news in the last twenty-four hours knows of the man named Cain Marko. Wears a gigantic suit of armor... calls himself Juggernaut, for good reason, I might add. For years, he used his incredible powers to rob banks, and he was supposed to be unstoppable. But, someone stopped him. The National Guard did. They had him. They had him, that is, until last night, when he was set free by a group of mutant terrorists. And, according to witnesses, the X-Men were spotted at the scene of the crime."
WAR ROOM - DAY
On a large plasma HD TV screen, C-SPAN's coverage takes over without pause.
"Well, who are these mysterious X-Men? If they fight for the common good, like some claim they do, then why haven't they come forward to be accounted for under the Mutant Registration Act? Why is that?" He continues. There's loud applause heard from the from senators. The only occupant in the dark room is Charles Xavier, bald, handsome, in a wheelchair, watches sadly.
The loudmouthed Senator continues. "My distinguished colleagues, the problem with mutants is they're different... ... but you can't always tell by looking. They don't carry concealed weapons. They are concealed weapons. So, I say it's time to seriously consider internment camps for mutants, and mandatory tattoos. Because, without these... without these, who knows where the danger lies?"
Some one mutes the TV screen. Cyclops enters, now wearing ruby red lenses sunglasses in place of his visor, in civilian garb.
"What were we expecting? We filled the earth with pollutants. We depleted the ozone... sprayed every chemical imaginable on our food, and now that our progeny begins to show the evolutionary result, we act surprised, as if it were shocking." Xavier says, with a English accent.
"Sir, I... I, uh, wanted to talk to you... about what happened last night." Cyclops interrupts Xavier's thinking.
"You did your best, Scott. Leave it at that. Amends will be made, eventually." Cyclops is still troubled. Xavier wheels up to a keyboard, punches keys. The image on the TV is replaced by Binary code, 1s and 0s.
"I finished my latest excursion on the Internet. The final C.S.S. UNIX code was nearly impossible, but I broke through. I found what I was searching for... "
Computer generated images on Logan's skeleton appear on the screen.
He's an agent at Canada's Department H. He has the ability to heal almost any injury with unbelievable efficiency, and his bones are coated with Adamantium metal, the strongest alloy known to man." Xavier continues.
"What are these... on his hands?" Cyclops asks, shocked.
"Retractable claws. Also Adamantium. His code name is "Wolverine," and if we don't get to him soon... they will."