The X-man with the plan. Or part of one.
More than 170,000 advanced AI Nimrods from the future, coming here, to San Francisco -- a San Francisco that is cut off from all outside contact.
They are coming to kill every mutant left.
Prodigy is panicking, because there is no hope. Almost everyone else is resigned to going down, if not without a fight.
Some hope that, as so many times before, a way out will be found at the last minute. Somehow they will manage a victory.
And then X stands up, flicks a glance at Pyslocke that leaves the telepath looking ever-so-slightly startled, and leaves the room.
"I think she's planning on bringing in reinforcements."
Well.
It's something more than they had five minutes ago.
Meanwhile, down in the still-charbroiled Blackbird hangar, X gets to work on opening the bay doors.
A human-sized set will not be effective here. And Milliways is waiting.
They are coming to kill every mutant left.
Prodigy is panicking, because there is no hope. Almost everyone else is resigned to going down, if not without a fight.
Some hope that, as so many times before, a way out will be found at the last minute. Somehow they will manage a victory.
And then X stands up, flicks a glance at Pyslocke that leaves the telepath looking ever-so-slightly startled, and leaves the room.
"I think she's planning on bringing in reinforcements."
Well.
It's something more than they had five minutes ago.
Meanwhile, down in the still-charbroiled Blackbird hangar, X gets to work on opening the bay doors.
A human-sized set will not be effective here. And Milliways is waiting.