But I Know What I Don't Know
Nate wasn't one to read the papers, or watch a lot of news channels. Then again, his current mode of travel didn't allow for much news to get to him, and he rather liked it that way.
For the past several months, Nate had taken to the open waters, serving as a hand on everything from yachts to cargo freighters. It allowed him to keep a low profile, and move about relatively unnoticed, exploring the world. Sure, he still got into his fair share of trouble, but nothing he couldn't handle. Besides, there was something about being out on the high seas, surrounded by miles of open water, and going where the winds may take him that he liked.
Currently, those winds landed him in the Florida Keys, and once he hit dry land he couldn't avoid the news if he tried. There, plastered on the front page of every newspaper and across every tv screen was Scott Summers. In handcuffs. Needless to say it was the latter part that got Nate's attention.
Picking up one the local papers... well, stealing one would be a more accurate description, since Nate didn't pay and used his telepathy to make sure the newsstand owner didn't notice him... Nate started reading up about this. Apparently, Scott had been accused of killing several skin heads who had killed a mutant.
Nate knew he should've put the paper down right there. For starters, he knew Scott didn't did to it. Sure, he didn't know the man all that well, but that much he was sure of. Secondly, those self-righteous high-and-mighty holier-than-thou "Hey, we know how the world should be run and we're gonna tell everyone else how they should live their lives" group of twonks known as the X-Men were probably tripping over themselves trying to set free their fearless leader. Nate figured that, odds are, they were all over this bar in Jersey, looking for clues and devoting most of the team to it. And they would probably succeed, even if they had to cheat to do it, so this matter was going to be taken care of. He should just drop it and leave it alone.
But... something compelled him to keep on reading.
His mind started piecing together all the little clues he was picking up in the article. So, Scott supposedly killed the skinheads because they killed a mutant in Chattanooga, Tennessee... and the skinheads killed the mutant in revenge for a mutant killing people in Swamp's End, Louisiana. Only no one "officially" knows what really happened in Swamp's End, other than an entire town died over night. There was also something mentioned about Snake's Bend, Texas, but apparently a "gang on PCP" was responsible for that.
But the Swamp's End mystery, that sounds like something the X-Men should be looking into. After all, if a mutant went on a rampage, stopping them was their schtick. Even if someone was just blaming a mutant because it was easy, they would look into it. But the X-Men wouldn't be looking right now, would they? They'd be in New Jersey, trying to clear Scott's name...
"Hm..."
Furthermore, the death of some young mutant at the hands of a bunch of racists would draw the X-Men's attention to Tennessee instead of Swamp's End... Though, how would any hate group in some backwoods part of Tennessee know about the destruction of a small backwater town several states away to begin with? And why would they think a mutant was involved?
"Hm..."
So, he knew that Scott was set up... and that set up was serving as a distraction to keep the X-Men from looking into Swamp's End...
Yeah, he should just put the paper down, and walk away. This was the X-Men's problem, not his. Maybe he'd write them a note explaining his logic and let them do with it what they may.
'Yeah, right... they'd probably screw it up anyway...', he thought. So, yeah, he was going to look into this. Let the X-Men stay in Jersey and find out how Scott was set up, he figured, while he'd go to Swamp's End and find out who set up Scott, and what they were hiding.
He could fly there, but odds are his mutant signature would be picked up miles off, and this required subtlety. Not his strong point, but you don't survive the Age of Apocalypse without learning about how to hide when you need to. So, if he could 'borrow' [re: steal] someones' boat, he could cut across the Gulf and be there in less than a day.
Boat it is... and back towards the docks he went.
For the past several months, Nate had taken to the open waters, serving as a hand on everything from yachts to cargo freighters. It allowed him to keep a low profile, and move about relatively unnoticed, exploring the world. Sure, he still got into his fair share of trouble, but nothing he couldn't handle. Besides, there was something about being out on the high seas, surrounded by miles of open water, and going where the winds may take him that he liked.
Currently, those winds landed him in the Florida Keys, and once he hit dry land he couldn't avoid the news if he tried. There, plastered on the front page of every newspaper and across every tv screen was Scott Summers. In handcuffs. Needless to say it was the latter part that got Nate's attention.
Picking up one the local papers... well, stealing one would be a more accurate description, since Nate didn't pay and used his telepathy to make sure the newsstand owner didn't notice him... Nate started reading up about this. Apparently, Scott had been accused of killing several skin heads who had killed a mutant.
Nate knew he should've put the paper down right there. For starters, he knew Scott didn't did to it. Sure, he didn't know the man all that well, but that much he was sure of. Secondly, those self-righteous high-and-mighty holier-than-thou "Hey, we know how the world should be run and we're gonna tell everyone else how they should live their lives" group of twonks known as the X-Men were probably tripping over themselves trying to set free their fearless leader. Nate figured that, odds are, they were all over this bar in Jersey, looking for clues and devoting most of the team to it. And they would probably succeed, even if they had to cheat to do it, so this matter was going to be taken care of. He should just drop it and leave it alone.
But... something compelled him to keep on reading.
His mind started piecing together all the little clues he was picking up in the article. So, Scott supposedly killed the skinheads because they killed a mutant in Chattanooga, Tennessee... and the skinheads killed the mutant in revenge for a mutant killing people in Swamp's End, Louisiana. Only no one "officially" knows what really happened in Swamp's End, other than an entire town died over night. There was also something mentioned about Snake's Bend, Texas, but apparently a "gang on PCP" was responsible for that.
But the Swamp's End mystery, that sounds like something the X-Men should be looking into. After all, if a mutant went on a rampage, stopping them was their schtick. Even if someone was just blaming a mutant because it was easy, they would look into it. But the X-Men wouldn't be looking right now, would they? They'd be in New Jersey, trying to clear Scott's name...
"Hm..."
Furthermore, the death of some young mutant at the hands of a bunch of racists would draw the X-Men's attention to Tennessee instead of Swamp's End... Though, how would any hate group in some backwoods part of Tennessee know about the destruction of a small backwater town several states away to begin with? And why would they think a mutant was involved?
"Hm..."
So, he knew that Scott was set up... and that set up was serving as a distraction to keep the X-Men from looking into Swamp's End...
Yeah, he should just put the paper down, and walk away. This was the X-Men's problem, not his. Maybe he'd write them a note explaining his logic and let them do with it what they may.
'Yeah, right... they'd probably screw it up anyway...', he thought. So, yeah, he was going to look into this. Let the X-Men stay in Jersey and find out how Scott was set up, he figured, while he'd go to Swamp's End and find out who set up Scott, and what they were hiding.
He could fly there, but odds are his mutant signature would be picked up miles off, and this required subtlety. Not his strong point, but you don't survive the Age of Apocalypse without learning about how to hide when you need to. So, if he could 'borrow' [re: steal] someones' boat, he could cut across the Gulf and be there in less than a day.
Boat it is... and back towards the docks he went.