First Mutant Chapter 27, a x-men fanfic

First Mutant

By David D. Amaya

Chapter 27

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Washington Convention Center, Main Lecture Hall 1441 EST. Day 21
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"GUN!!!!!!"

...Echoed in the earpiece of each Secret Service and SHIELD Agent assigned to the Presidential bodyguard, and instantly years of training and experienced reflexes sprang into action like a steel trap.

With dozens of police officers reaching for non-existent weapons, Agents Nichols and Price lunged for the assault weapons, both wrestling the weapons in the air, while Lt. Duggan and Agent Burke both grabbed the President as fifteen other bodyguards created a human wall with weapons drawn, rushing President Parkman to his awaiting armored limousine.

The remaining agents brandished their own weapons ranging from shotguns to Uzi's and their standard sidearms in a firefight with seven unknown assailants, all armed with high powered assault rifles, as scores of civilians panicked, racing for the exits while Price and Nichols subdued their pair.

Through the stampeding crowd one unnoticed assailant spotted his quarry dressed in a yellow coat.

"WARLOCK, GATE CRASHER 5," he yelled into his headset radio. "PARASITE SPOTTED!!"

"TAKE PARASITE!" another began to advance towards the President's son.

"OVER YOUR DEAD BODYS YA CREEPS!!" A young voice screamed raising her hands at the attackers.

Agent Nichols spun around at the sound of the young mutant's voice. "NO, JUBILEE, DON'T!!" he called out as the Generation X student fired a plasma burst, stunning Cyrus' would-be attackers.

"DROP THE FUCKIN' MUTIE!" another assailant leveled his rifle at her in an attempt to mow the pyrotechnic down.

Nichols gripped the MP-5 that was only moments earlier pointed at his back, switched it to full-auto and opened fire at the terrorist, tearing through his body, fatally wounding him.

"SECRET SERVICE!" someone yelled out, aiming her Uzi at Kordel from across the hall. "HANDS IN THE AIR!"

"CYRUS, JUBILEE," Kordel called out. "RUN FOR IT!!" he tossed the MP-5 in front of him to block her line-of-sight. The Secret Service agent fired at the suspect, who rolled to the ground. Though an expert marksman herself, every shot hitting and deflecting off the assault weapon as he drew his back-up weapon out the small of his back and shot a single round at the fellow agent, striking her left shoulder just above her Kevlar vest, dropping her to the ground. Then, catching up to the two young mutants, proceeded to race for an exit.

"Zombie calling Viper. Fire for effect, I say again, fire for effect."

"Roger, Zombie, Firing."

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The streets of Capital Hill, 1439 EDT.
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"Sheepskin, this is Candlestick. Be advised, Blackboard has called for support from Fiddler. Stand by."

"Roger, Candlestick," Agent Block responded into his Comm-unit. "Standing by.

"McKey," he told his fellow agent. "you get the prize, Candlestick just reported that Blackboard just called in ordnance ..."

Suddenly as it has happened 29 times in the past, Special Agent Block's mutant senses narrowed towards a 1 1/2-inch object. Within a fraction of a second his powers created a narrow, funnel-like force field, deflecting the approach of the .308-caliber projectile from its wheelchair-bound target, and for the 30th time his mutant ability protected his charge...

By willing the bullet to strike himself.

"Confirmed," called out Viper's sniping partner. "Shot missed target."

"Zombie, shot wide, repeat, shot wide, Over"

"Viper, continue firing until Amoebae is retired. I say again, continue firing until Amoebae is retired, Over."

"Roger, Viper firing."

Pulling back the bolt on the Robar, and chambering another round, Viper again zeroed Charles Xavier in his Crosshairs.

"Charlie!!" Screamed Agent Frank. "Bulldog shots fired at Sandstone, officer down! Requesting Hercules support!"

X-Men hear me! Professor Xavier called to his students. Agent Block has been shot! We are under attack!

"You know Kordel's plan," Cyclops instructed. "Storm, create a crosswind to disrupt any line of fire. Wolverine, Bishop, Gambit and I will watch for any ground assaults. Rogue, Banshee, when the shooter is located TAKE HIM OUT!"

"Confirmed, 10 mile wind out of the North, Compensate drop 9 minutes of angle."

"Roger, Viper compensating drop, 9 minutes of angle."

Adjusting the scope to counter the effect of the mutant-created gust, Viper again placed the crosshairs on Professor Xavier.

"Time to die, mutie lover" He slid his index finger to the trigger.

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Washington Convention Center, Main Lecture Hall 1445 EST.
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Swept outside with the stampeding crowd, Agent Nichols, Cyrus, and Jubilee made it to the secured parking lot at the convention center. The firefight inside which sent the Executive Bodyguard to retreat the President under SHIELD air support back to the White House effectively cleared the parking lot any remaining Secret Service agents.

"Lariat," Cyrus huffed between breaths as they crossed to 11th St. "I cant see the Director's ride!"

"Come on Secret Agent Dude," Jubilee needled. "Do some of that James Bond-stuff!"

"Would you settle for Tommy Lee Jones," Agent Nichols entered the northbound traffic lane, stopping an advancing Ford Explorer by displaying his badge.

"UNITED STATES SECRET SERVICE," He bellowed at the driver. "I'm commandeering this vehicle! GET THE HELL OUT!!" Kordel then pulled the dumbfounded driver out onto the middle of 11th St. and allowed the two young mutants to climb inside.

Once behind the wheel, Nichols threw the Explorer into reverse, stomped on the accelerator and threw the wheel hard to the left, executing a J-Turn now headed south on 11th, making a beeline for the White House.

"Yo G-Man!" exclaimed Jubilee. "Where'd you learn to drive like THAT!"

"They give us lessons! Look around for a cell phone I have to call the X-Men before the sparks fly at Punch Bowl."

Cyrus and Jubilee searched their jacked Explorer a phone, finding one under the passenger seat. Kordel dialed the phone he had given Storm, but was met with no answer.

"Damn! It must have gone down already!" he spat as the voice-mail kicked in.

"Storm, It is Kordel! We have taken possession of a Green Ford Explorer and I am taking the kids and we are headed for the White House! If you get this, call the Director before SHIELD--"

"KORDEL LOOK OUT!" Jubilee screamed when she noticed a Black Chevy Suburban, moments before it broadsides the driver side.

"GET DOWN!" Kordel cried as he drew his service pistol and attempted to shoot the car's tires.

Splitting his vision between the encroaching car and the road ahead, Kordel failed to notice the Lincoln Towncar that ran a red light on 12th St and collided with their Explorer.

Agent Nichols' head violently struck the air bag, and Cyrus and Jubilee were thrown against the side of the car knocking all three of them out, as the occupants of the other two cars inspected their handiwork.

"Orkin calling Warlock. We have captured Parasite, repeat, We have captured Parasite, over."

"Excellent work Orkin."

"Thank you, sir. You will be pleased to know we have also captured a Staircase as well as another little mutie whore."

"Perfect, Orkin. Take all three to Station Zebra at once, Over."

"Roger, Warlock. Orkin en route to Station Zebra. Over and Out."

End of Chapter twenty-seven