The jet was hidden amongst the foilage-- pretty much untracable. Unless you knew where to look.

As far as Cable went, it was... fitting.

( Xavier brushed the leaves aside, revealing the Blackbird's sleek lines. )

Everything had led up to this.

The ... distraction of his death (unplanned or not). The tracker (and message) he´d planted on Typhoid. The return of his powers. The teleportation harness, purposefully misrouted to his store.

All of it dating back, unwittingly or not-- to a single choiceBut that was life ( Read more... )

His equipment laid several feet behind him. His hand was extended. His feet were moving. Slowly, slowly-- and then the static hacked back into Cable's mind, momentarily robbing him of most of his faculties ( Read more... )