Chapter 3

POV: Professor Xavier

As I was using Cerebro, I felt a surge of mutant energy rush at me like a wave. I handled the pain my brain was going through to try and focus on the location of this surge of energy. I zeroed in on a location. Beverly Hills, near Mali-u University, I took note of this. I exited Cerebro in my wheel chair. Scott was waiting in the briefing room for any news he didn't already know. Logan was leaning against the wall, with a bottle in his hand.

"Logan, what did I say about drinking in the briefing room?" I said. Logan shrugged. Not really caring. I went to Scott, who was waiting patiently.

"What's wrong Professor, you look troubled." He said.

"It appears to be a new mutant, who I fear is an Omega level mutant. This mutant was ambushed with 5 others one week ago by Sinister. They are agents for W.H.O.O.P. and the Center. These are government run agencies and are highly secure. In fact, I recently spoke to M.O.M., the head of the Center. She didn't want my help what so ever." I said thinking of possible solutions to our problem. Scott was about to suggest something but Ororo entered the room. Her codename was Storm. She walked up to me; she had long white hair with a tall build. She was African.

"Professor, what is this I hear about a new mutant?" Storm asked intently.

"One may be near Mali-U University in Beverly Hills."

Cyclops a.k.a. Scott told Storm all we knew. She just nodded then sighed.

"The government doesn't want to look like it's siding with anyone in today's times, even if it could save one of their supporters."

"This person isn't a mutant hater, right?" Cyclops asked me. I shook my head.

"She is very much into sci-fi films and comics. She might be more accepting than others."

"You mentioned something about Sinister, what is wrong?" Storm asked. I explained all I told Scott via telepathy. She looked shocked for a second then proceeded to ask questions.

"What do we do Professor? They are likely government protected; any mutant signs from the other 5?" Storm asked.

"Just raw talent. Nothing exposed yet, but in time it will reveal itself. I will tell you of further developments. That is all." I said. Cyclops, Storm and Logan a.k.a. Wolverine left the room leaving me alone. What should we do, I was in a fix.

POV: Martin

When I arrived home, through the portal the Center had let me go through, I was relieved to see Diana in my dorm.

"Well Martin, did you get anything from the Center yet on our condition?" She asked impatiently. I just rolled my eyes and jumped on my bed.

"Yah, they want to install cameras to monitor us."

"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no! I will not allow them! We have a right to privacy!" Diana said.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything on mutants, would you Diana?"

"I heard that mutant and anti-mutant riots are really popular and destructive in New York right now. Why did you won't to know?" Diana responded, giving me a funny look.

"Just wondering. After all, Sinister did say we were mutants and he was releasing our full potential…"

"Forget it Martin! This guy had mental issues! They didn't even find him among all the ruble the building left behind!" Diana yelled.

"Well how about Officer Thompson. Was that not a real mutation?" I asked her questioning her intelligence. She snapped back at me really fast.

"Fine, let's check the computer if that is what it takes for you to drop the subject."

We booted up the computer in my dorm and searched 'Mutated People' on a search engine. We were shocked by what popped up on screen.

"Let's see…'Want to kill mutants? Call 555- DIED!' Wow, gruesome. Oh and this one 'Xavier's School for the Gifted' this doesn't sound mutant related." Diana said going through websites. She stopped on one by someone named Dr. Hank McCoy. We clicked the link and it brought us to a semi-colorful website showing different mutations humans had undergone. Their was a picture of a man completely covered in hair. He was blue and had some feline attributes. It was labeled 'Dr. Hank McCoy a.k.a. Beast'. Definitely cool. He had an entire paragraph about Xavier's School for the Gifted or whatever it was called. It read that young mutants that want to release their full potential should go their because Charles Xavier is open to new student and will gladly help them live to their full potential.

Diana looked at me and I looked at Diana. I know we were thinking the same thing.

"Should we go? What about Java and the Center?" Diana asked worryingly.

"If we did, we should take Java because he was their to. And we would probably have to alert the Center. What about the girls?" I asked my step-sister.

"Leave it to them to figure this out. They are always talking about how they are better at this better at that, blah blah blah. I couldn't care less about them. Besides, look at where the school is." Diana said, pointing at the screen. It was in New York. Which from Quebec isn't that far away? From California, It would take maybe 6 hours of flight.

"Maybe we should suggest it just to be sure…"

"Forget it Martin. We have to watch over ourselves, not some girls who you happen to like."

Just as I was about to protest, we heard a beeping sound coming from my U-Watch. The Center was calling, how fantastic. The portal was the door to my dorm so we got to the Center through there. We did the usual scanning, the usually chit chat with Billy the floating Alien. He could tell we were distant.

"Um, Martin, you have been unusually quiet, what's wrong? Java is already up their if you were wondering…"

"Billy, we want to talk to M.O.M. about what happened last time. When Sinister blasted us, he said we were going to be mutants. There apparently is a school dedicated to finding out what powers on posses. It is in New York and we where going to ask to go their…"

"Wow! Mouthful Martin, calm down! I am sure if you talk to M.O.M. she will do something…"

I don't even remember when we got in the elevator but we did and were standing in M.O.M.'s office. She talked on the phone once more, except now she showed major anger.

"Charles! I told you, only with their consent! Gosh, why can't you wait! Are you that desperate?" She yelled in the phone, and then started to smash it on the desk like she did last time, only this time it was still on.

"Please….just…." Then the phone went dead. She stood up, satisfied.

"Um, how many phones do you have?"

"A good hundred. Now agents, let's get to your assignment…"

"Actually, they have something's they wish to tell you!" Billy said interrupting her. M.O.M. was not pleased about being interrupted but listened to us with her ears open. Me and Diana looked at each other and Java walked behind us. We told M.O.M. all that we knew and thought. She kept nodding, and nodding, and then when we finished, she stood up. She looked at us and sighed.

"I was on the phone with the headmaster at the school, Professor Charles Xavier. He kept calling about mutant vibes or something. I guess we should send you to be checked. But if we send you and you are mutants…" She started. Then she looked at Billy. Billy showed embarrassment but told us what he needed to.

"You can't come back. Mutants riots are ripping through the country and if they see one mutant being helped, all hell will break loose."

"So you're saying we can't return…" Diana said.

"Yes. Think wisely."

"Martin, we should do it. Maybe we could benefit if we do have gifts, if not, then we just come back here." Diana whispered to me. I turned to face M.O.M.

"Before I answer, what about our partners from our last mission."

"Martin! I though we were over this!" Diana said.

"No we aren't." I said back.

"Good point. Wait in here on that couch. I am going to make some calls. We'll see." She said as she left the room taking a new phone with hew. We sat down on the couch and waited.

POV: Clover

Install cameras in our house? That is violating our privacy! I kept thinking about how W.H.O.O.P. could be so inconsiderate. We are all human beings! We have rights! I put my sweaters away before Sam ran into my room and said we received a message from Jerry. He had asked if we wanted to be examined by a professional in the field of human mutation.

"No way I am letting some guy poke me like I am a science experiment!" I shouted in disagreement. The girls shook their heads.

"I say yes. We need to find these things out, they are of vital importance!" Sam said as if I cared.

Alex looked the most uncertain and nervous. She was shaking like a leaf. I couldn't tell if she was for it of against it.

"I agree with Sammy, we should get checked up."

"Girls! If we turn out to be mutants, we are out of W.H.O.O.P. for good! Did you not read the note?" I asked unbelievably at my two best friends. They shook their heads.

"We can always use our gifts for a good cause…"

"You are crazy Sam, and Alex, I don't know why you are all chummy with Sam. Don't tell me you are a mutant! Oh, no! Just leave me alone!" I screamed as I ran up to my bedroom. I slammed the door and started crying on my bed. How could they? Leave W.H.O.O.P., and leave me? This was beyond crazy.

I was face first in my bed's cushions when I heard a voice.

"Clover…."

What was that? I though to myself. It doesn't matter, besides, I am just hallucinating.

"You are not hallucinating…."

Ok, this was not funny anymore. Was I going crazy?

"I can help you…."

That is it! I've had it! I ran back down stairs and approached Sam.

"Sign me up. Let's go."