Hey guys, sorry this has taken so long. This chapter was such a pain. Or at least the first five pages were. After that, it was all pretty easy. In fact it only took me a day to finish this chapter off while it took all those months to start it. Life has been hectic, and while I'm sure I should have the next chapter up on schedule, there is a chance I won't. Oh, by the way, because it's been so long I'll just remind you that MPC stands for Mutant Peace Corps and the UML stands for United Mutant League. Anyway, enjoy.

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The place had been arranged. The day had been agreed upon and the time was already sorted. The dialogue would happen at half eleven that morning. David Hewitt looked up from his notebook to glance at the clock. It was twenty-eight minutes passed eleven. Soon the representatives from the three mutant groups, the X-men, the MPC and the UML, would be let into the meeting room and they would finally discuss what needed to be done. Hewitt wasn't an unreasonable man, he needed those few groups of mutants to realise that. In fact, it was vital for his plan to have the co-operation of the few sane mutants.

A slight smile crept up onto his lips and slowly grew into a lopsided grin. He shook his head in an attempt to remove any signs of his happiness from his face. It failed. David Hewitt felt slightly giddy. He was so close to getting the revenge he wanted for his family. He knew that all out war would be unwise and he didn't even want it. He did, however, want to hold the lives of the mutants who killed his family in his hands. He wanted the power to crush them, even though he knew he would never do it. He could never forgive the creatures who ruined his life. This was his revenge. The fact that it would help hundreds of thousands of people was just a nice benefit. But he wasn't entirely being fair on himself; he had always wanted to help the world, this was killing two birds with one stone—he was a practical man, what could he say?

The familiar click of the door being opened made him look up suddenly. His smiling secretary was standing there with a sheet in her hand.

"Mrs. Cummings." He greeted when she didn't speak immediately.

Mrs. Cummings' smile grew larger. "The X-men and the UML are here, I have the list of the members that are attending this meeting." She told her employer as she entered further into the room and handed him the piece of paper with the names there. In total, he read six names.

"Thank you Mrs. Cummings." He muttered distractedly, his eyes glancing over the page. "Send them in, would you?"

Mrs. Cummings nodded and then stopped. "The MPC aren't here yet sir."

"I'm well aware of that, don't worry about it; they're late so we can hardly be blamed for it now, can we?"

"Of course, sir, I'll get them right away then." She said as she promptly left the room, closing the door behind her.

David Hewitt took one more look at the sheet. He was unsurprised at whom the UML decided to send, but the X-men were a different story. Ororo Monroe was there of course, that was hardly surprising; the woman could have been a UN negotiator, she was that good. But the other two...

Logan, perhaps Hewitt could understand, he may not have the most experience with these things but he was fiercely loyal and protective of the children who attended the school. So logically, he was still a good choice when it came to doing what was in the best interests for the children. But the other one, Victor Creed. That choice was baffling to Hewitt. He knew about Victor, the man was muscle—a lot of muscle—but his forte was not in politics. Perhaps the X-men thought the presence of the giant feral mutant would intimidate him?

Hewitt shook his head with an amused smile. No, that didn't fit Storm's personality. There was some other reason for it; he just couldn't think what that might be.

Quickly, at the sound of footsteps, Hewitt folded up the piece of paper and put it into his pocket.

The door opened to show the leader of the UML, James Davis. "Mr. Hewitt." Davis greeted with a polite nod of his head.

David Hewitt stood up. "Welcome, Mr. Davis. Please take a seat."

Davis nodded and sat down; his two partners followed him and sat down beside him. Next, Ororo Monroe appeared at the door. She didn't wait to be told to sit; instead she just went straight in and took her seat confidently.

"Good day, Mr. Hewitt." She said professionally.

Logan and Victor followed her in, sitting on either side of Storm, looking more like huge bodyguards than representatives. Again, Hewitt couldn't figure out why they were there.

Hewitt took a quick, fortifying breath to still his nervous anticipation. "Very well, we'll begin." He announced to the room.

James Davis stopped him. "Aren't you going to wait for the MPC to arrive?

Hewitt's gaze darkened ever so slightly. "I'm a very busy man; I can't just wait around all day when a party decides not to show up. It is now..." He looked down at his watch, "Eleven thirty-nine, I cannot afford to waste anymore time. I must apologise if you find this rude but it is the way it must be."

There were a few nods around the table, but Hewitt wouldn't have cared if there hadn't been. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door opened and what was presumably the MPC entered.

Victor's eyes widened in utter shock and he stood up when he saw the woman at the door.

The woman, for her part raised an eyebrow in surprise, but quickly ignored Victor. "Mr. Hewitt, you must forgive us for being so late, I really must apologise; we ran into a mutant hating mob on the way here and we were forced to take the longer way. You understand I'm sure?" She said in a controlled tone that rivalled Storm's. She didn't wait to be told before she seated herself at the head of the table with her two co-workers standing behind her.

"Of course, Sage, that is understandable." Hewitt said with a nod. However, he was half distracted with the standing Victor Creed who looked like someone had told him he would have to be a vegetarian for the rest of his life.

"Victor?" Logan's gruff voice snapped his brother out of his shock.

Victor looked embarrassed and then angry because of it. He cleared his throat and growled, looking around the table. "What the hell are you waitin' for?"

It took a moment before anyone remembered their manners and got back down to business.

"I have called all of you here today because your groups are the pillars of virtue for your species. You have all worked in a way that is admirable and progressive towards a peaceful co-existence between mutants and humans. Keeping that in mind, I am asking you to accept the motion of identifying and collaring mutants."

Everyone's eyes were hard, Sage spoke.

"You said this was a dialogue, not a way for you to promote your proposal. A proposal that is both discriminatory and flawed."

Victor was glad to have the excuse to look at his ex-lover. She had barely changed since he saw her last.

Hewitt chose his next words carefully. "I know that this situation is not ideal. But it is the sad fact that something must be done. This method is the safest for mutants, the least radical."

"You want to collar us like animals!" James Davis of the UML cried.

"That was an unfortunate wording. I hadn't originally considered the connotations that were associated with it. I can change the name—that is not so difficult to do."

He picked up his pen and scribbled down a few words.

"Are you using us as an information source or do you really want a dialogue, Mr. Hewitt?" Storm's cool voice asked thoughtfully.

"I would not be so underhanded, Ms. Monroe. What I want is to come to an agreement with you three groups. I am willing to compromise on certain aspects of this proposal because I feel it is important that I try and make everyone as happy as they can be."

"There doesn't seem to be much compromise goin' on here." Victor pointed out.

David Hewitt looked darkly at Victor. "You haven't given me much of a chance. All we've done is squabble over semantics. I do not want you three groups to suffer, I do not want any innocent mutant to suffer, but you must understand what position I am in. If a mutant kills twenty people, what can we do? We can't lock them up because they are just as dangerous behind bars, we can't kill them because that would be inhumane, and we can't very well let go so it can happen again. This was stop mutant related violence completely; mutants will not be tempted to use their powers and humans will not feel the need to put them in positions so that they feel they have to."

"You think humans will just stop hating mutants because our powers have been stopped? I can't see that happening. It's much more likely that we will become easier targets, don't you think?" Sage cut in.

Hewitt nodded. "Perhaps, that's where you three groups can come in." He said.

Each mutant exchanged glances around the table, the one thought in all of their minds; He wanted to use them.

"I have already said that you could help this process along by encouraging other mutants to agree to the collaring. But I had taken into consideration that there will be some human's who might use the mutant's lack of powers to their advantage. In response to that, I have decided to leave some trustworthy mutants with their powers."

"Us." Logan grunted with a scowl. He didn't like this, not at all.

Hewitt nodded. "Yes. You will be the protector's of you race. People will know you will be allowed to keep your powers and that you will be allowed to take whatever action is necessary to deal with anyone who mistreats the mutant populace."

"You're trying to turn us into hypocrites and lapdogs. You want us to tell our people to take the collar while we will be exempt, and you want us to work as your little minions? Do you even know what you're asking us? We will be shunned by humans and hated by mutants." Said James Davis.

Hewitt nodded. "Perhaps." He agreed, "But your people will be alive to hate you. Isn't that worth it?"

The meeting room was quiet.

No one was quite sure what to say in response to that. It was true that they all hated what the man in front of them was proposing...but it seemed to be the only way. It was Logan who eventually broke the silence, though it was somewhat off topic.

"Some mutants can't be collared." He said, making everyone look at him in surprise at the sound of his voice. "If you take away their powers it'd kill 'em."

Hewitt nodded. "I thought you might bring that up." He said to Logan. Logan cocked his head to the side questioningly. He gave a slightly suspicious look. Why would Hewitt think he, of all people, would bring it up?

David Hewitt caught the look and grinned. "I know all about you, Logan. Or do you go by James Howlett now?"

Logan glared; he glanced at Victor almost accusingly and then returned to glaring. "How do you know that?" He demanded.

Hewitt smiled knowingly. "Don't worry, it's nothing sinister. I worked for a long time in the military. One of my posts involved going through a lot of highly classified material. One of which was the 'Weapon X' file. So don't worry, I know all about your adamantium transplants and your healing abilities. That's why you're worried, isn't it? Because if we took your ability away from you, you'd be killed, right?"

"I ain't the only one that needs their abilities to survive." Logan muttered darkly with a hint of slight resentment. He didn't like the man knowing about him, knowing facts that until recently not even Logan himself knew. It irked him, it creeped him out.

Although, Hewitt didn't express any knowledge of Logan's dark feelings, he just nodded.

"Yes, I have taken that into account. Of course there will be some mutants that won't be able to survive should they be collared. It is because of this, I have implemented a rule that before there is any collaring taken place mutants will have their abilities identified. Then, we will decide what to do from there."

"Why not give us an example of what you intend to do, Mr. Hewitt." Storm said. She had been very quiet throughout the whole meeting so far. If she hadn't been such a presence naturally, people would have started to forget she was there.

Hewitt rose to Storm's challenge expertly. "Well, for instance, though it hasn't been completed yet, I have a team of scientists working on taking away only some abilities. Essentially, we'll be able to take whatever aggressive abilities there are away and leave non-threatening ones like Logan's healing abilities, for example. You'll find, I'm sure, that I really am trying to be fair here."

The table was quiet. Despite what they would have thought, Hewitt was being fair. They didn't like it, in fact, they hated it. It screamed failure to them. But it was about as good an offer as they would ever get. If they didn't accept it, what was left? War? Annihilation? David Hewitt was a man that people liked, that people listened to. He wasn't power hungry or crazy, he held a grudge any mutant could see that, but he wasn't acting on it. What would happen if they refused this? He would be replaced, there wouldn't be any one else who was better than him. He was about as mutant loving as people came these days—not that that was saying much.

"You can't expect us to answer right away." Storm said, even though she looked like she had made up her mind. "We need some time to consider this, sort the information you have given us out in our heads. Maybe even consult some of our people. I, for one, am not willing to say that the X-men will agree to this when at most there is only going to be three people who have given their opinion on the matter."

Sage nodded. "I'll second that."

"I would consider your proposal further also." James Davis said, folding his arms and leaning back.

Hewitt looked as if he had expected such a response. "Of course. I was initially going to suggest you think about it over lunch, but why don't we make an appointment for tomorrow morning? That should give you plenty of time to get your affairs in order and of course, I will pay for any accommodations you might need for the night."

"We couldn't—" Storm began to say when Hewitt held up his hand.

"When I say 'I', I mean my office. We have funding for this sort of thing; it's really quite all right."

With a few quick looks around the table, they all eventually agreed.

"All right then," Hewitt said, "How about we schedule this for the same time tomorrow. If you do have some spare time I really suggest you go out and see the city if you haven't already; it really is very beautiful. Meeting adjourned."

The door in the secretary's office opened as Sage left the meeting room, quickly. Victor was next out, catching up to her in three fast strides. She hadn't made it to the other end of the room before Victor grabbed her arm and wrenched her to a stop. She turned to look at him coldly.

"Yes, Mr. Creed?" She asked without any fondness in her voice. Victor almost flinched at the iciness in the tone.

His expression softened as he looked at her. He looked sad. "Don't be like that." He muttered, suddenly aware of all the other people in the room.

"Let go of me Victor, this isn't the time or the place, you know that as well as I do." Sage ordered sternly.

Victor's jaw clenched and he averted his eyes, reluctantly letting his hand drop down to the side. "Sorry." He mumbled.

Sage didn't say anything as she turned and left with anger in her eyes. Anger and hurt. He could always read her so well, now he wished he couldn't. Victor turned to see every one looking at him.

"What the hell are you lookin' at?" He snarled as he turned on his heel and strode out of the room. Logan and Storm gave a quick look at each other and Logan shrugged.

"What just happened?" James Davis asked.

"Beats me." Logan admitted.


"Ya want to tell me what the hell is with you?" Logan growled.

There were in the hotel provided for them by David Hewitt. Storm had taken a call outside and told them that she would be up in a few minutes. They made themselves comfortable and Logan decided it was time to see what was going on with his brother. Victor had been grouchy and cantankerous since he had seen the MPC leader walk into the room. Logan didn't need to know everything about Victor's life; he didn't mind that he had his own life; there were things he just didn't care about. But when it affected other people it became his problem.

Logan expected Victor to attack—verbally or physically, he expected Victor to yell and shout and growl and snarl defensively. Instead, Victor looked at him with tired eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Remember I told you about GENISIS?" Victor asked.

He did remember, he had been thinking on and off about that group ever since Victor had told him about them. It was so alien to see Victor working for anyone, let alone a team. "She was one of them?" Logan asked.

With a gloomy nod, Victor explained. "She was my partner."

"So she's angry at you for leaving?"

"It's more than that," Victor admitted, "I lied when I told you about her."

Suddenly, Logan realised what the issue was. "You were in a relationship with her." He stated, understanding the issue now. Victor nodded. "An' you left without sayin' goodbye, right?" Logan finished.

Victor looked up at him. He seemed miserable. Logan felt bad for him. And suddenly, he knew why it was affecting him so badly.

"An' you loved her." He finished.

The other feral looked ready to deny it to the death. Logan gave him a withering look and instead of answering, he gave a miserable shake of his head.

"Why d'you leave?"

Victor shrugged and averted his eyes. "Not like you would understand." He said, in the voice of a petulant child.

Logan crossed his arms. "Try me." He challenged.

Victor shook his head. He didn't answer, he couldn't answer. "I'm goin' out fer a walk, I'll see you later." Victor pushed himself up off of the bed and stalked past his brother. Logan struck out at him and grabbed his arm.

"Fer God's sake, Victor." Logan growled, "If yer goin' to go to her just don't do anythin' stupid. Yer goin' missin' at a really important time—so don't waste yer chance away."

Victor looked at him darkly, "Don't, Jimmy. Jus' mind yer own damn business. You ain't a part o' this, so don't try to be."

He brushed by Logan with a huff. Damn little brothers. He shut the door with a bang.


Sage was discussing numbers with someone on the phone when the knock on the door came. She stopped her mindless pacing and went over to the door. Expecting it to be someone else, Sage didn't bother looking when she flipped the lock and pulled the door open.

"Yes, I want you to..." She stopped speaking as she saw the dark figure standing at the door patiently, looking at her expectantly, hopefully, like a shunned puppy.

"Mike, can I call you back? Something's come up." She hung up the phone and stared at Victor.

"Can I come in?" He asked, shuffling from one foot to the other, looking comically uncomfortable for a man his size and stature. Sage let him sweat for a while, enjoying his unease. It was perhaps the slight sadistic side of her personality coming out. Eventually she gave a curt, almost non-existent nod and stepped aside. She crossed her arms as she wandered lazily back into the room, keeping her head down, trying to look disinterested.

"We have nothing really to talk about, Victor." She said, facing away from him, almost addressing the wall rather than the man.

"Ya can't really blame me fer wantin' to try."

Sage shook her head. "I don't know what you want."

Victor didn't reply. He didn't know either. He wasn't sure why he came down to her room. Hell, he didn't even really know why he was at the conference to begin with.

"I'm sorry." He apologised gently, keeping a respectful distance from his once lover.

Sage turned, perhaps to examine his honesty.

"It's been twenty years." She told him. Victor nodded. It had felt longer than that, but he couldn't deny it.

"I suppose—"

"It's been twenty years," Sage's voice interrupted, "And I never once hated you. I still don't."

Victor hesitated, unsure of how he should answer. He wasn't sure if he even should answer. He decided to stay quiet. Sage was logic incarnate. That was one of the strange things of their relationship; she was logic while he was the incarnation of instinct. Yet it worked—kind of, and he was amazed to find himself back, begging at her heels like a lost dog. He didn't know what he was doing there, not really. He had closed the door on this woman, and on this relationship, and Victor Creed was not a man who tried to go back and open closed doors. But the fact remained that he was there and Sage was taking the time to consider him. Maybe not consider him in a good way, but she hadn't kicked him out or tried to kill him yet. Which in Victor's books meant there was hope.

Victor frowned suddenly. Hope? Hope for what? He almost groaned. What was he doing there? He had neither the right, nor a reason when he really thought about it.

"You haven't aged a day." Victor said finally. He wouldn't have believed it, but the evidence was in front of him. He noticed it the moment she walked into the meeting that morning. He almost thought he had stepped back in time.

Sage scowled. "Only on the outside." She mentioned.

Sage was not a hostile woman. But Victor had hurt her. He had ruined everything. In hindsight, it seemed clear. But the future consequences of his actions could not have been predicted.

"You said I'd hate you." Sage's voice commanded his attention again. He studied her. Her thumb was lightly touching her lip, an old habit that showed she was considering something. "And back then, you might have been right. I would have hated you, being young and perfect while I aged and died. But I've changed—inside. Not that it means anything, but I often thought of you when I studied my developing maturity over the years."

"I don't know what you mean by that." Victor admitted with a slight crease on his brow. He watched, perplexed, as Sage held her hands out and shook her head.

"Hmm, I wonder," She mused, strolling around the room. "I wonder if it means anything at all."

Victor watched her walk; he stood still, his hands rubbing the sides of her trousers unconsciously. "What are you doing here?" Victor eventually asked to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling within himself and the sound of his pumping heart.

Sage turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "What am I doing here?" She asked incredulously, "You mean in my hotel room? In my company? I'm not the one who sought you out Victor." She sounded amused, and that was good. Twenty years might have been a long time, but Victor was always wary of a woman scorned. He had yet to experience a force greater.

He allowed himself the slightest of smiles. "I meant with the MPC and not with GENISIS. I never thought you'd leave Vargha and the rest of the group."

Sage clicked her tongue. "I never did leave Janos Vargha, I was with him right until he died three years ago. After that, his son took over the family business. He was fine—not the same, but fine. Still, my debt was to Janos, not his son. I left and I created the Mutant Peace Corps with another mutant, Sean Cassidy; he called himself Banshee. Ever hear of him?" Sage asked. Victor shook his head and Sage shrugged, continuing on with her story, "Not to worry. He died soon after we created the organisation anyway. So I became the sole leader. But you knew that right?"

Victor shook his head. "Not before this second. I've bin a little... out o' touch with the world."

Sage looked mildly surprised for a split second. "You must have been more than just a little bit out of touch, Victor. The MPC has been working together with the UML to better the interspecies relations since Magneto tried that stunt up on the Statue of Liberty."

Victor had been a part of that too. He knew she knew that. Her face didn't hide her knowledge, but at least her words did. He was grateful for it. He just nodded. "Well, I've bin busy."

"Of course." Sage agreed wholeheartedly with an expression that was too sincere to be anything but artificial.

Victor scowled. "Watch it." He growled suddenly. The MPC leader's face darkened slightly along with Victor's.

"Or what? Will you attack me? Hit me? Choke me? Or will you just leave again, hmm? I have nothing invested in you anymore, Victor. I owe you no courtesy."

Victor's jaw tightened as he reined his emotions in. "Damn broad." He muttered, moving away and starting to pace. "I came 'ere to apologise. Least you could do is accept it."

"I won't give you my forgiveness Victor because I won't give you my anger, or hatred or sadness. You left me in the night like a thief leaving a crime scene. It was cowardly. But you had to do what you had to do. You have to look after yourself before you try to take care of anyone else; I understand that. You didn't love me; so you did right by you. I won't fault you for that."

"Goddamn it, you don't get it at all, do you?" Victor snarled in the face of the calm, collected woman who stood like a soldier awaiting an order.

"There's nothing to get, Victor."

Victor growled, threw his hands up in the air and paced swiftly in front of stage. He stopped and looked like he was about to try and talk to her. He only managed eye contact before he snarled and started striding once again.

"Just stop this Victor, I don't—" She started to say.

"I loved you." Victor all but yelled, cutting her off with such a surprising statement. His voice had wavered embarrassingly and had almost broken as he forced the words out. He had a strangely honest expression on his face. It showed his fear and worry at being so exposed to another person. It was against his very nature, against his upbringing.

"You loved me?" Sage repeated slowly with a frown.

"That's right." He shuffled, awkwardly pulling on his sleeves.

"You loved me, and you left me? What the hell kind of logic is that Victor? Is it even that? Or are you just lying to me? Do I seem so pathetic to you that you can't tell me the truth? It's been twenty years, Victor, and I'm not a child. If you won't have an honest conversation with me, then you can just leave. I've had enough of this."

She moved to usher him away but he stood strong. "It ain't a lie!" He insisted. "I was doin' it fer you. It was all fer you."

She didn't seem to believe him. Her face still showed anger, suspicion and disbelief. She jutted out her hip and crossed her arms. "Tell me how." Her voice was as commanding as it ever was as she challenged her ex-lover.

"I'm an animal, Sage. I've always bin' an animal an' I always will be. I was mad about you, Sage an' that's why I did it. The more I saw you, the more I wanted somethin' nice fer yer life. I couldn't give you that. You should've had some nice, boring white collared husband with three kids an' a white picket fence. Not... not this. Not a life with figthin' an' conflict. You deserve more than that."

For a long time, Sage was quiet. Her thumb touched her lips as her eyes glazed over with departure of her attention. Her thoughts went far away. She licked her lips as she looked back to him. "But you didn't think that I deserved to be happy?"

Victor was at a loss for words. "I, uh..."

"I'm not married, I'm not engaged and I'm not seeing someone. I tried once or twice but it never worked out. I chose you, Victor, you; not some boring white collared office worker. I knew what I'd have to deal with when we started a relationship. I accepted that." She shook her head in wonderment. "What you did, was...unexpected and unnecessary."

"I was tryin' to protect you." He replied with a slight hint of defensiveness.

She nodded and tried to hide the slight smile. "And in your own way, it's almost...sweet. I never thought I'd see the day when the ferocious feral mutant would be so romantic."

Victor scoffed and crossed his arms. "I was lookin' out fer myself, that's all. Nothin' more to it." He told her, falling back into his old, gruff ways. She didn't seem too perturbed.

"Of course." Sage agreed with a smile.

They were both quiet for a moment. It wasn't uncomfortable, and that was good, but he would have liked to catch up with her.

"So what happens now?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" Sage asked.

Victor swallowed. "You know; with us. What happens with us?"

Sage gave a very slow nod. "You mean now that we've made up all nice and happy?" Victor nodded. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing. Victor, our relationship was twenty years ago."

He shrugged. "But nothin's changed. I still feel...you know, I still feel the same."

"It wouldn't matter if we were perfectly in love and had never broken up. This isn't the right time; not with David Hewitt, not with everything that's going on."

Victor grudgingly agreed with her. "Yeah, yer right. I jus' want you to do one thing fer me, Sage."

"What is it?"

He took a step forward, lowering his voice. "Jus' when this whole war explodes; don't start fightin'. It ain't yer responsibility."

"I'm a big girl, Victor." Sage laughed, "Besides, I'm not so delicate that I can't deal with a little chaos every now and then."

Victor rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, yer still just a frail though, so look after yerself because I ain't gonna have the time to do it fer you. I've got Jimmy to protect now too, you know."

"And the infamous Logan of the X-men couldn't possibly look after himself." Sage noted.

"Damn right. That kid's got trouble attracted to him like a fly to a horse."

Sage gave a melodramatic sigh. "Oh, very well then." She conceded. "Now you should go; I have work to do and I suspect you do too."

"See ya around." Victor gave a mock salute and walked over to the door. He unlatched it and opened it.

"Victor." Sage said.

He looked over his shoulder at her.

"I'm glad you've got your brother back."

"Thanks." He said before leaving and heading back to his room.


David Hewitt looked at his watch. It was eleven thirty on the dot. The door opened and the members from the X-men, the UML and the MPC came inside. He looked up expectantly as they all sat down.

"Well, should I assume you have my answer?" He asked, looking around at every single person at table.

"We do." James Davis said softly. He didn't look overly pleased but they all understood how important this was for them, for the mutants and for the whole world.

"Well?" Hewitt said, trying to prompt the answer from anyone.

It was Storm who spoke. "We're in." She said, damning them all to whatever future lay ahead.


Okay that's it for another few weeks; my bet would be about five. I know not much happened in this chapter but I hope you enjoyed it.