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Erik cursed harshly under his breath before turning his attention back to Charles. “So what do you propose we do?”
Charles gave a half-hearted shrug with a small shake of his head. “Give up. We’ve already recruited two mutants as it is, and this one’s managed to get away from us twice. All we’re doing in chasing after him is wasting our time and the government’s money. It’s obvious he doesn’t want to be found.” He turned his head toward the bathroom, focusing on the slowly expanding beams of light creeping over the floor as his face screwed up in thought. “I say we head back to base and look up a new target, perhaps one closer to home this time.”
Erik watched Charles in silence, his mouth crushed up against his knuckles. Charles was hiding something, perhaps another headache, and it was making him uneasy. He wondered if the other man picked up it. If so, he was doing a damn good job at keeping it to himself. “So what do we tell the CIA?”
Charles shot him a pointed look. “That we failed,” he answered candidly. “It’s perfectly natural. We can’t expect to successfully locate and recruit every single mutant I identify using Cerebro.” His face lit up in a smile. “Even for a man of your abilities, Erik, such a task is impossible.”
“I know that,” Erik grumbled, rising to his feet. “It’s just frustrating. We came all the way out here for nothing.”
Charles’s eyes followed him as he walked over to his bag and began rifling through it for a fresh set of clothes. “You should call that agent-”
“Moira.”
“Yes, her. You should call her and let her know that we’re on our way back to New York.” He straightened. The sleeve of his clean shirt was dangling loosely from the crook of his arm, swaying lightly against his torso. “Maybe she can arrange for faster transportation out of here. That is unless you know of another mutant that’s close by.”
Charles shook his head. “Not one that would be of any use. The closest mutant to us based on the coordinates I can remember lives roughly fifty miles from here, but she’s only three months old.” His hand had moved back to finger the bottom of the glass.
“Then she’s of no use to us.” He reached down and grabbed Charles’s bag from the floor. The room was starting to heat up again; he could feel sweat beginning to gather on his brow. If there was nothing for them here, then they’d best move on as quickly as possible. There was no sense waiting around. “Are you hungry?” he asked Charles.
“Famished.”
He tossed the bag into the other man’s lap, just barely missing the glass of water on the table, and tilted his head toward the phone. “Then get yourself put together and call agent MacTaggert. Find out if she can get us a way out of here, preferably without dragging us through an airport. We can grab something to eat on the way out.”
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