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A few months later, a mutant held nearly forty men hostage in a coal mine in central California.
Charles was playing a game of chess with himself when the matter was brought to him, quite out of blind chance. Without knocking, Alex came into the study and crouched before the television set that Charles was only half watching. “You’ll want to see this,” he said, adjusting the channel until the black-and-white face of Theodore Granik dissolved and the American Forum of the Air made a clumsy transition to the news program.
“What is it, Alex?”
“Just watch.” Alex balanced back on his haunches, rapt on the screen.
They had grown so far. Charles rested the tips of two fingers on the man’s shoulder and felt his affection swell. He watched, because Alex was someone who only ever came to Charles with a purpose or question.
“… don’t yet know whether the miners are all alive. It has been impossible to get near the main entrance to the mine. Half an hour ago, officials attempted to deliver food and water for the hostages, but as soon as they neared, the elevator shaft spewed black clouds of dissolved coal so thick that they had to withdraw. Their attempts continue as…”
Charles rubbed at his pensive frown, tugging it out of shape. He let the words fade from his consciousness, even Alex’s eager, “It has to be one of us. They’ve been trying to get close for over a day now and the same thing happens, every single time. I’ve been watching, but I wasn’t sure if-”
Shh, Charles hushed. He reached.
Hank? I need Cerebro to confirm something.
vi.
In less than an hour, they were in the Blackbird.
“He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy we’d be interested in,” Sean said, curls pillowing his head as he rested back against the seat. “I mean, what with the threats to kill all the men down there if anyone gets near them. You know what I think when I hear that?”
It was Alex that answered at last, resigned. “What?”
“Psychopath killer.”
“But he hasn’t killed them,” said Charles. He looked out the window at the spider-work of clouds. “He can’t let them go because he will be exposed. He can’t keep them because if he were out for their blood, he’d have taken it by now. The situation’s grown beyond his control. Instead, he’s locked in. Trapped. Panicking.”
Hank adjusted their flight path. “Are you sure, Professor?”
Charles gives him a faint smile. “A man who can draw combustible rock, even anthracite, from its coal bed or seam. How simply extraordinary. I’m sure that must be it-perhaps some variant-it will be worth reviving the boiler in the kitchen.”
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You review the whole thing three times and ignore the last line. THERE IS NO SENSE HERE.
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Eagerly waiting more. ♥
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can't wait for more... *paces*
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