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Whodunit?
"Sage!" yells Bishop, calling out to his teammate as he finds lying her on the tall grass of the forest. Not actually unconscious, Sage mumbles to herself, nearly incoherently, repeating the phrase, The sun in a box. The sun in a box.
Sage bends down and gently picks up the inert form of Sage, who continues to ramble. Me a pony… stop that shouting… sh-sh-shouting. Horse and trap. Leaning in closely, Bishop tries to coax Sage back to coherence, telling her that it is he and asking what happened. Send me a p-p-postcard, boyo. she replies. When commanded by Bishop to talk sense, she can only reply her own command… make it oily.
Having had enough, Bishop uses the hand that has been cradling Sage’s head to search the nape of her neck. Finding the correct acupressure point, he applies pressure, effectively rebooting Sage. After a brief shriek of pain, Sage opens her eyes wide, taking in her surroundings. After she manages to speak his name, Bishop asks again if she is okay and… what the hell happened? Easing her partner’s fears, Sage tells Bishop that she is fine but that she seems to have lost some files… somebody did something to her and wiped gigabytes of data from her brain. Where, Bishop asks. What did she find? There was a shack, Sage manages to voice and, gesturing to a nearby clearing, she points it out.
Having returned to her feet, Sage follows Bishop to the cabin. Along the way, she informs him that she can’t remember anything from the last hour. Great, replies Bishop, who then asks how long before she can perform a full data retrieval.
Staring up at the dozens of cocoons which hang from the rafters of the cabin, Bishop repeats the words used by Sage earlier to describe it: alive. Taking in the scent, Bishop tells Sage that it smells like… biology. Like the smell you get in tidal pools by the sea. Viewing one sac up close, Sage bluntly tells Bishop that they shouldn’t have come there. There’s something rotten at the Xavier School. Riot, drugs, telepathic adultery, murder…
Unconcerned with fears, Bishop rubs his hands along one of the cocoons with his gloved hand. Inside is a green insect-like creature, still forming. What are these things, Bishop asks in frustration. Hazarding her guess, Sage says that they are eggs of some kind. When she advises him to not get too close, Bishop replies that maybe she’s right. They should get back to the Institute. He wants Professor X and the X-Men to know about this.
Taking a last moment to observe the eggs, Sage asks Bishop why is that every time Emma Frost gets mixed up in their lives, there’s always trouble and confusion? She can’t even keep her death simple. Everyone has to get involved in Emma’s latest drama, whether they like it or not. A short distance away, Bishop looks through a box, investigating the contents. Almost absentmindedly, he tells Sage that he gets the picture: she hated her. But they are there to investigate her murder and that’s what they’ll do until they crack it. Repeating again that she did not like her, Sage also adds that she does not like this. Wishing to leave, Sage tells Bishop that they can’t risk any kind of contamination by staying with these things. Seeing a change in Bishop, she asks if he has found something. Standing up and holding a pistol, Bishop replies that he has. They definitely have to involve Professor Xavier.
Sitting behind his desk, Professor Xavier tells Barnell to go on… he was telling him how he shot Miss Frost. Standing next to Barnell, his arm around the youth’s shoulder, Doctor McCoy asks him if he is sure. His story doesn’t sound convincing in the slightest. His head buried in his hands, the Beak tells McCoy that he doesn’t know what to say. His head is crazy with this!
Barnell, Xavier says, interjecting again, he doesn’t have to be a telepath to know that he is lying. Why doesn’t he just tell them whom he’s protecting? Angel shot Miss Frost, didn’t she? Raising his head in panic, Barnell repeats that it was he! He was mad and he did it! He didn’t want anyone to know he made Angel pregnant with monster babies. Reeling from the revelation, the Beast asks Barnell to wait a minute… Angel is pregnant?
Was, answers Barnell. He explains that Angel is half-girl and half-fly… how was he to know there is a life cycle of, like, only five days between the sex and birth? Lowering his head again and choking back the tears, Barnell tells Xavier that she said they would throw them out if they didn’t hide the babies… she said Miss Frost would tell, so… so he shot the teacher dead so no one could know… His voice lowering to a whisper, Barnell tells the teachers that they are like monsters in bags of hanging skin and it’s all his fault.
Having made his way around the desk, Xavier stands next to Barnell and asks him why would they think of throwing them out? Whatever he’s done, Xavier tells the youth, he’s one of their most valued students. Crouching down on one knee to be at eye level with the sitting Barnell, Xavier asks him who told Angel these terrible things? Barnell looks up into Xavier’s eyes. To the headmaster’s question, Barnell replies that he doesn’t know. Maybe it was Miss Frost, maybe someone else… she said they would be expelled if he found out. Finally realizing something that was said moments ago, Barnell asks innocently… he is valued?
Putting the pieces together, the Beast states that Angel told Emma that she was pregnant. So where is Angel now? Replying that he doesn’t know, Barnell adds that there has been nothing of her since the mutant policeman Bishop guy was asking all the questions yesterday. And now, for him, it is all just too much. All too much life! Too much reality.
Breaking the tension, Beast informs Xavier that Bishop and Sage are on their way up and that he has to get back to Emma’s body… if there’s still a chance. On the way out, McCoy passes the two arriving investigators. Prodded by the simple question of "so?" Bishop replies that that have the murder weapon. It is custom-engineered by experts to fire a diamond bullet capable of shattering Emma Frost in her mineral form. As Xavier asks if they have checked for fingerprints, Barnell begins to wail. This is so bad. As before, the Beast tries to assuage his fears, telling him it’s okay.
Continuing his report, Bishop informs the group that they found a shack in the woods behind the Institute. There’s some kind of life forms in there and Sage was attacked. Returning to his pleas, Barnell tells them all that they musn’t go there! This is what he’s saying! Recalling the shack, Xavier tells the group that Wolverine built one a few years ago, recovering up there after one of his lost winters. Returning to her experience there, Sage postulates that Angel was the one who attacked her, protecting her larvae. Asking what this word is, larvae, Barnell demands to know who is to say these babies are insects or medical curiosities?
As the only true geneticist in the room, McCoy admits that they have no idea what kind of offspring could emerge from two X-gene positive parents with radically altered reproductive physiology. Mutations, he points out, can be benign or malignant but it’s hard to tell without actually seeing what’s happening. Grabbing his coat, Xavier declares that it is enough talk and tells the group to follow him. They’re taking a walk in the woods.
In his laboratory, the Beast continues to pour over the countless shards that once comprised the body of Emma Frost. Anointing a piece part 11100276, Doctor McCoy declares it the right occipital ridge. Following this is part 11100277… left occipital ridge and orbit. On the table below, the body of Emma Frost is beginning to re-form, piece by piece, like a gigantic jigsaw.
Entering the lab, Jean tells the Beast that what he’s trying to do is impossible. Turning to face his longtime friend, McCoy replies that it never stopped him before. Recalling the confrontation the two had, the Beast tells Jean that Emma was really upset after what she did to her. She and Scott should have dealt with their marriage problems a long time ago. Replying that she knows, Jean adds that she got distracted trying to save the world. Holding out her hand, she deposits a shard of diamond into the Beast’s paw, telling him that she found it. It is Emma’s lips.
Examining the piece closely, the Beast lets out a hrrrm and announces that he’s been hunting all over for them. Glancing back up Jean, McCoy bets that everyone thinks it’s he, don’t they? The way Sage just stares with her computer brain clicking away behind those cyber-sunglasses… Well, McCoy announces, he was watching "Orfeo." Emma’s girls can vouch for his dubious attempts to recreate the lead tenor in the restaurant afterwards.
Speaking bluntly, Jean reminds Hank that the girls are highly skilled telepaths and were trained by one of the most devious, Machiavellian women she’s ever met. Stone faced in self-assurance, Hank replies that he knows what he saw. So, he continues to Jean, now she thinks he killed Emma too? Don’t be ridiculous, Jean counters. Nobody suspects him. She’s just saying the Cuckoos could make his see anything they wanted. He could have been sitting in a back alley listening to cats mating…
Sensing something amiss, Jean bends over the diamond body that the Beast has so painstakingly restored. In almost a whisper, Jean announces that Emma’s consciousness is still clinging to life. Standing back up, Jean informs Hank that she read the theater’s manager’s memory. The scheduled performance of "Orfeo" was cancelled that night because of a bomb scare.
While Sage examines something from the grass outside, Xorn stands next to Bishop and Xavier at the front steps of the shack. Hesitating with the others, Xorn informs Xavier that Angel and Beak are not killers. He knows the children and trusts in their goodness. Sometimes, Xavier replies, even the best people will do terrible things to protect secrets. But, he tells Xorn, he is in full agreement with him.
Agree all they like, Sage tells the two, Angel has the murder weapon there and was probably using it to defend her brood… Holding an empty husk that was once one of the cabin’s eggs, Sage adds that the brood was hatched now, by the look of it. Standing ready at the door, Bishop reminds Sage that Brood is a loaded word and orders the rest to get behind him… just in case.
Bishop’s last words trail as he, Xorn and Xavier taken in the unexpected sight that awaits them in the shack. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the floor, Angel tells them not to shoot. In her lap sits a toddler-sized child, with bird-like features along with insect wings. Flying around the cabin are other similar aged children, some with sparse, feathery hair resembling Barnell’s and others with dark hair, much more like in appearance to Angel’s. Smiling broadly, Angel tells the group that the bags burst but it’s okay now. Check ‘em out!
Taking in the sight of his children, Barnell is amazed. He tells the group that, in his dreams, he would see an army of monsters, all shouting "Father"… but look at these… Still smiling uncontrollably, Angel announces that she’s going to call them after the Jackson family. Turning to Barnell, the father of her children, Angel tells him that the one,the little freak in her arms, looks about as cute and useless as he.
Changing the subject, Barnell informs Angel that he has told them that he was the one who shot Miss Frost to protect their secret. He was ready to take the blame but they are all too smart and nobody will believe him… Trailing off briefly from a sight from one of his children, Barnell comments on the wingspan of the little guy.
Back to business, Bishop informs Angel that they have the gun and know Barnell had nothing to do with it. No, Angel replies, they are right. She took that gun and shot Miss Frost in the face. Her voice lowering in intensity, she confesses that she had to because she found out about something but she doesn’t know what. Concluding the presentation of the evidence, Sage tells the others that fingerprint analysis of the weapon confirms it: Angel did it. Telling the others to wait, Xavier tells Angel that she held the gun… but she didn’t pull the trigger, did she? Not really.
In the hall of the Xavier Institute, one of the Stepford Cuckoos struggles as she drags her heavy trunk down the hall. Watching Esme fight against the weight, the other girls, in unison, tell her that she can’t just walk away like this. Glaring back at her sisters, Esme replies that she can do what she likes. She’s called a taxi telepathically. She’s going to dye her hair and scrawl her name across the world. Turning her back on the others, Esme manages to drag the trunk down the steps. Not even bothering too look back, she tells them all that they can shut up. All of them. Back up on the higher floor, the three girls lean against each other, inert to each other and the rest of the world.
The flame of the Phoenix Raptor causes the Beast to recoil. As when used before, the flame engulfs Jean’s body but does not consume her. Rather, it brings her senses and powers few comprehend. When her friend calls out to her, Jean replies that she knows everybody’s worried about her. Everybody thinks the Phoenix Force is turning her into some kind of cosmic destroyer but it’s not like that. She has trouble with the rushes but she’s okay, really.
Drawing her attention to the mass of diamond shards, both connected to the body of Emma Frost and loose, Jean engulfs them in her Phoenix aura. Speaking again to Hank, she tells him that she can make things right here. This isn’t the first time Emma’s been disembodied, she adds. So, she’s thinking that maybe she could fuse the diamond molecules together telekinetically. Maybe she’s overreaching…
Closing her eyes in concentration, Jean asks Hank if he can think of a pink door opening and promptly thanks him when he does. Narrating her actions, she tells Hank that she’s reading all those medical textbooks from his memory. She wouldn’t want to put her heart in the wrong place. Now drawing more of Emma’s psyche, Jean tells Hank that she loves him. Emma has actually fallen in love with her husband. It’s almost funny, she adds.
Under Jean’s direction, the pieces of Emma’s body coalesce into a single form, energized by the Phoenix’s flame. Reveling in these same energies, Jean calls out to Emma Frost and tells her to wake up. Scott needs her. Wake up. Engulfed in flame, the body of Emma Frost sits up of it’s own accord, as life is restored to the woman. Clutching her naked body, with all of it’s cracks and flaws, Emma screams out the last thought she possessed before dying… ESME!
At the front gate of the Institute, still dragging her trunk, Esme is met by Bishop. Speaking sarcastically, Bishop asks the young girl if she is in a hurry. Continuing his manner of speech, Bishop tells Esme that he is surprised a smart girl like her forgot about the curfew. No one in, no one out till they’re done. Remember? Her eyes glowing with rage in a snarl, Esme tells Bishop that she’s waited long enough. Summer will be over by the time he tracks down Miss Frost’s murderer. If he can’t solve the crime, she continues, it’s his own fault, not hers.
Appearing suddenly from behind, Sage informs Esme that they did solve the crime… it wasn’t that difficult. They know who shot Emma Frost… they’re not entirely sure why but they do know who. Angel was remote controlled, wasn’t she? Sage accuses Esme. She used the drug Kick to boost her telepathic powers… then she overwhelmed the group mind of the Cuckoos and, when Sophie resisted the takeover, she steered her toward death. Why? asks Bishop. Miss Frost spoke very highly of her.
No she didn’t, spits back Esme. She only loved herself! Why does everybody always take her side? Miss Frost wanted them all to be like her and she, Esme tells Bishop and Sage, is nothing like her. Nothing at all!
Not accepting the answer, Bishop tells Esme that it doesn’t seem to him like a good enough reason to kill her. There’s someone else behind all this, isn’t there? Someone bigger. Drawing to the point, Bishop asks Esme who is she meeting? Perking her lips in defiance, Esme replies a mocking if only you knew, Mister Bishop. Her mind now brimming with energy, Esme then tells Bishop and Sage not to worry… they’ll all find out soon enough.
Suddenly paralyzed by Esme’s attack, Bishop barely manages to bark an order to get her. Not wasting time, Esme turns her attack to Sage, affecting an emergency shutdown of her computer brain. Helpless against the attack, Sage does just that and is lost in a world of her own. Watching Sage try to feel around in her presumably sightless world, Esme tells her to continue doing that until she’s gone and begins to work the main gate’s controls. After the door has swung open, Esme drags her trunk into the street to meet the driverless taxi that awaits her. Entering the back seat, Esme closes the door and is driven out to the main road.
Grasping Bishop’s temples, Xavier manages to pull him out of his trance. Bringing him back to reality, Xavier informs Bishop that he is not his father and he is not in any trouble. Now cognizant of his surroundings, Bishop asks the Professor what did she do to him? It feels like he relived the worst day of his childhood.
Turning to Sage, who is likewise recovering, Bishop asks if she is okay. Answering yes and then no, Sage asks Bishop to excuse her, as memories are returning to her from her hard drive. Esme’s psychic attack, she informs him, seems to have loosened something. The process finished, Sage tells her partner that she can smell the pines… sweat and male pheromones. The gun is pressed against her fifth vertebra. The angle of the muzzle would make the assailant at least six feet two, possibly taller. It wasn’t Beak or Angel she concludes. There’s someone else.
Figures, Bishop replies in disgust. Now taking a moment to assess a fact he had only just considered, Bishop asks a final question: "Now where in the hell is Scott Summers?"


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Assault on Weapon Plus - part 1: Brimstone & Whiskey
Seductively, the woman leans against the wall, exposing her leg, which is covered in the jet-black boot that go up well past her knee and up her thigh. Wearing no pants, the woman wears jet-black panties and a matching corset, which is molded to her slim figure and pushes up her bosom, proudly exposing cleavage. Her shoulders are bare but, just below them, black opera gloves follow her limbs to her hands, which tenderly clutch the woman’s black cape, which extends to the floor. In contrast to her outfit, the woman herself has fair, light skin. Her hair, as red as ruby quartz, is worn up, wrapped in a bun. Her lips are a dark red that matches her hair and her green eyes look on in smoldering passion. Thusly attired and dripping with self-confidence, the woman is the perfect embodiment of the Hellfire Club.
Looking on with sensual eyes, the redhead asks her client why he chose her. Is it because she reminds him of someone? she asks, dropping her cape to the floor. Someone who doesn’t look this way anymore? Someone who wouldn’t dare do anything like this? As she speaks, the redhead begins her dance, crossing her hands across her body. Grasping a long whip, which matches her attire, she plays with it suggestively. Or, she continues, it there someone else she could be? Someone who would… do anything? Dropping to her knees and arching her back, the redhead asks her client again, who does she remind him of? She could be anyone.
Slowly, with methodic movements, the redhead removes her opera gloves. As she does so, she tells her client that she knows what he’s thinking… she knows he’s thinking how good it is… how good it is to just call the shots once in a while… Is she right, she asks… Mister X-Man? Still clad in his uniform, sporting an unshaven face and a matching, disheveled head of hair, Cyclops replies that, actually, he was thinking about how weird and sexless and unarousing this is.
Immediately, Cyclops apologizes for his words… he didn’t mean for it to come out like that. He tells the redhead not to get him wrong; she looks beautiful. It’s just… not real, is it? It’s just her job to create a fantasy… she’s not his girlfriend and all they’re really sharing is some weird financial transaction which is helping her through college. Turning away, Cyclops tells her that he knows she probably has jeans and a sweater to change into backstage and a boyfriend back home. He can’t fool himself that there’s anything more to this. So she’s just making him feel a little self-conscious and embarrassed to tell the truth.
Ignoring her client’s words, the redhead silently unties the strings of her corset and opens it up, revealing her bare chest. Not receiving the typical reaction from this maneuver, the redhead lets out a wow and rhetorically tells him he knows how to murder a nice, romantic mood, doesn’t he. Looking away, Cyclops replies that, yeah, he guesses he does. It might be his mutant power.
(later)Cyclops sits at a booth table, which faces the stage. Sitting on the opposite side of the table in a chair, Cyclops’ back is to the stage and the performer dancing upon it. Leaning over his table and lost in thought, Cyclops absentmindedly fingers his drink, poured in a flute glass. Approaching the X-Man from behind, Sabretooth asks aloud what is he looking at. Already having the answer, Sabretooth addresses Cyclops as “X-Boy” and asks him when did he start to drink?
Leaning in closer, Sabretooth sniffs the air. “Sparking wine?” he asks. What kind of a gay drink is that? Adding that Cyclops used to be such a Boy Scout, Sabretooth begins to recount a memory but is shut down by Cyclops, who tells him to get out of his face. Rhetorically asking the X-Man if knows what he thinks, Sabretooth tells him that he looks like he has serious issues. He’s been through tough prison therapy about a dozen times. He knows issues when he sees them. Continuing, Sabretooth bets aloud that if he tore Cyclops scalp off with his teeth he’d soon get his priorities in order.
A voice announces that it is enough and its owner clutches Sabretooth's wrist with a forceful grip. Informing Sabretooth that he knows the rules, Sebastian Shaw reminds him that the Hellfire Club is a haven for mutants with money to spend. If he intends to harass his guests, he continues, he will not be made welcome. Is that so? Sabretooth replies. And who’s gonna throw him out? Him? Undeterred by the implied threat, Shaw tells Sabretooth to not toy with him or he will gleefully destroy that ugly wheezing engine he calls a mind. He will then be flayed and dissected by expert sadists over a long period of months. Stick to what he does best, Shaw tells him, or risk ending his days as an amusing carpet in the club vestibule.
With a loud growl, Sabretooth makes his exit. Watching his guest exit, Shaw leans back to Cyclops and tells him that, in the face of such wit, he’s all but speechless. After extending his apologies for the incident, Shaw picks up Cyclops’ bottle and looks at the label. Declaring it hardly the “connoisseur’s choice,” Shaw tells the X-Man that he’d have anticipated a little more sophistication from one of Charles Xavier’s lackeys. Moving to a little bit of levity, Shaw hopes aloud that this isn’t some kind of raid. Xavier’s been… overzealous, shall they say…
Interrupting Shaw’s rambles, Cyclops informs him that he’s not a connoisseur and he doesn’t belong with the X-Men anymore… he’s just trying to get drunk. Why does everyone seem to have an opinion about him tonight? Drunk, Shaw repeats, taken aback at the idea. Bravo, Mister Summers, he states.
Changing the subject, Cyclops eyes a nearby booth with a reserved sign and asks who’s sitting there. Taking a moment to examine it, Shaw replies, as the sign says, that it is reserved… A little like himself, he tells Cyclops. Turning away and changing the subject, Shaw tells Cyclops that Emma Frost… hurt him too. And he hurt her in return. Immediately, Shaw asks Cyclops to forgive his little telepathic rummage, but he smelled her on him.
The heart craves the securities of the battlefield, eh, he continues. All their dancers are telepathic tonight. Regarding one, Shaw tells Cyclops that she is 200 lbs overweight and looks like a peeled prawn, but she can make a man see whatever he wants to see. They’re all victims in the same brave world, he concludes. Welcome to the slippery slope.
Draining the last of his wine from his glass, Cyclops hears a gruff voice declare that that’s it; his pride can’t take anymore. Cyclops is making the X-Men look like losers. Turning to face the voice, Cyclops asks Logan how the hell did he track him down. Sitting at a nearby booth, Wolverine, also clad in his X-Men uniform, smiles wryly. Just luck, he guesses, he tells Cyclops. Showing an unopened bottle of Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Whiskey and sitting before two shot glasses, Wolverine asks Cyclops if he wants to join him for some serious drinking.
Even as he rises, Cyclops asks aloud why they can’t all just leave him alone. As his teammate sits next to him in the booth, Wolverine replies that he’s got his own business there tonight. This is the last place he’d have expected to find him, he tells Cyclops, but he’s glad he ran into him. So, Cyclops begins, picking up his first glass, the Professor sent him to talk him out of leaving the X-Men, right? This isn’t going to work, he informs Logan. Pouring his own glass, Wolverine replies to his teammate that Emma got shot right after he took off. He’s the prime suspect. Now, here’s how it works… they drink, they talk. Whoever’s left standing is the winner. Cyclops wins and he can go lose his mind and his dignity. But, Wolverine, concludes, if he wins… well, he’ll tell him about that when he gets back from the V.I.P. urinals. With this, Wolverine downs his shot.
At one of the wall urinals of the checkerboard-floor covered men’s bathroom, Wolverine regards the wall picture which is hung at eye level. It is of a pig-tailed young woman standing next to a machine, which vibrates a cloth that is wrapped around her bottom. Her lips are pursed in an innocent, yet seductive manner. Speaking to the image as if she were real, Wolverine asks her, who she is looking at? Speaking lower now, he tells her that she’s got the same color eyes as that girl in Arnhem Land in 1943 and swears that she must have been her great-grandmother.
The present floods back to Wolverine as a scent alerts him to a new arrival. Easing up to the urinal next to Wolverine, Sabretooth declares that the toilet must be overflowing… the crap’s going everywhere. Funny, Wolverine retorts, he was thinking much the same thing. Who’d have figured they’d have so many things in common? They should start a club.
Look at him! Sabretooth mocks. Swaggering around and standing there like he’s so great or sumthin’! Addressing Wolverine more directly, Sabretooth sneers that he’s got every skill he ever had and then some! And then some! Leaning over and peering down Wolverine’s urinal, Sabretooth asks aloud what’s it all about? What’s he got that he doesn’t? Sabretooth is quickly rendered moot by his surprise, causing Wolverine to grin and ask for Sabretooth to tell him. Changing the subject, Wolverine tells Sabretooth that he’s lucky they ran into each other at the club. If this had been anywhere else, he’d have him gutted and his skin hung up to cure by now. Exiting the men’s room, Wolverine tells Sabretooth “next time.”
As the redheaded dancer continues her performance onstage, Cyclops and Wolverine are lost in their new ritual of pouring and downing shots of whiskey. Recounting his memories, Cyclops tells him Wolverine that, when he was with Emma, it was like flying… he could say any outrageous thing. There was no pressure. She had no expectations. She just accepted everything about him… he could just let go. Pouring another round, Wolverine asks if Jeannie is different. Lifting his new glass, Cyclops replies that Jean and he have known each other for so long… every time he looks at her he sees this teenage girl he met… and he feels like a teenage boy. After he and Wolverine down their shots, he then adds that he’s not anymore.
After another round, Cyclops asks Wolverine how could anyone think he could shoot Emma? After all this time, how can they still think so badly of him? What does he have to do? Well, Wolverine replies, it might have been one of his inner demons, who knows? Running his hand through his hair, Cyclops replies that the whiskey’s doing absolutely nothing to him. He’s totally lucid and he’s not going back to the mansion… Clasping him hands and staring deep into Cyclops, Wolverine tells him that he always gets the best girls. He watches these smart, interesting, beautiful women going nuts trying to crack through the shell of the Summers cool. And all he does is whine.
Hit with this comment, Cyclops informs Wolverine that he hates him. Nah, he doesn’t, Wolverine replies. See, Wolverine continues, all he’s ever wanted was what he’s got… the nice girl, the steady life… What he wants to do is to throw it all away and run a little wild with that sexy White Queen. And the worst thing is that he thinks Jean wouldn’t understand? She’s been praying for him to come out of his shell for a zillion years! Ending his diatribe with a cheap shot, Wolverine asks Cyclops if he doesn’t catch too many glimpses of the obvious through that visor, does he?
Changing subjects, Cyclops notes another patron of the club. Identifying him as the “weird guy with the phone,” Cyclops asks Wolverine if he is a friend of his… because he keeps winking at him… Picking up the table’s phone, Cyclops hears the man’s voice on the other end. The man informs Cyclops that he’d like to order some medicine… for headaches… Tylenol… whatever. Clad in an all-white ensemble, the man wears white gloves, suit, coat and cowl, which exposes only his eyes, eyebrows and the surrounding skin.
Recognizing the man, Wolverine tells Cyclops that he calls himself Fantomex. He’s his contact and he’s going with him to find out who he is and where he came from. Asking Cyclops if he thinks he’s got troubles, he’s got a lifetime piled up. He’s been… haunted by this woman, flashes from his past before they turned him into a living weapon… He wakes up at night, forgetting her name before he gets a chance to say it. But this Weapon Plus setup, he continues, kept copies of all this old Weapon X files after the programs diverged. And Fantomex is looking for a backup team to help him smash the Weapon Plus operation wide open.
Forget it, Cyclops tells Wolverine. His mind beginning to swim from the alcohol, he tells him that he’s just so sick of having “missions” and trying to be some kind of perfect mutant soldier-teacher or whatever it is they are today… Leaning in to his friend, Wolverine informs him that he’s trying really hard but, God help him, he can’t forget it. This is important to him, he adds. How many times has he been there for him? Feeling the proximity of Wolverine’s face to his, Cyclops tells him to not try to threaten him. And as for his stupid drinking competition, he concludes, he won. Drink for drink. So much for his healing factor giving him an advantage. Watching Cyclops get up and walk away from the table, Wolverine asks Cyclops if he really thinks so and then adds that he’ll soon be wishing he had one.
Punctuating Wolverine’s statement, Cyclops does a nosedive and falls unconscious on a table, which overturns from the weight. Lifting another shot glass, Wolverine tells Fantomex that Cyclops is one of the best. Trust him, he adds, it’s like he promised… there’s nobody he’d rather have in his corner than Scott Summers. As Wolverine downs his final shot, Cyclops manages a sickly hiccup from the floor of the Hellfire Club.


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Assault on Weapon Plus - part 2: The World
All of this is mine, he thinks. My home, my history… The World. Clad in a sealed environment suit, he watches over the city, with its people and machines going about their business. Some people walk along bridges from one side of the street to another, while others walk on air above them. Other people are also clad in environmental suits of varying designs. Still others, only brains in truth, traverse the city in small devices that float about. Taking all of this in, the suited man regards the great bells of the Euthanasium, welcoming the weak and the strange and the mis-bred of The World to their joyful reward. However, a terrible voice wonders something aloud in his brain: What if? What if there is no joyful reward in the fire?
Elsewhere, the guide grabs the hand of whom he is guiding with a gotcha! After finally gaining his footing with the help of his guide, Lou is welcomed to The World. Viewing the magnificently immense, white dome before him, Lou tells his guide, a mutant youth with green skin, that he didn’t believe him when he was told. To this, he asks his guide how do they hide this dome from the public? Hide it?, repeats the mutant incredulously; this is England in the 21st century… they’ve been performing illegal genetic experiments on homeless people and runaways for years, but nobody wants to know and nobody would believe it or care if they did.
Readying his camera, Lou gives a low “hmmm,” followed with the thought that people are too busy discussing who’s doing who on “Big Brother.” Switching back to business, Lou rhetorically suggests that they take a few incriminating pictures. He then notices a hole in the fence that someone seemingly left them. As Lou nears the hole, he is watched by a small, black bird. Its red eyes, in truth cameras, watch the two intruders intently and transmit the images it takes back elsewhere.
Elsewhere, a physician hovers over an operating table, occupied by a cybernetic individual whom he is dissecting. Narrating his actions, the doctor explains that, basically, the “Euthanasium” set-up allows them to fine-tune population levels in The World. After splicing human genetic material with Sentinel microtechnology, they’re able to sculpt the resultant strains through high speed realtime scenarios using artificial evolution technology… regular gamma bombardments induce new mutations and eugenic culls, like this one, maintain the herd at manageable levels. Artificial evolution, he continues, allows them to accelerate nature’s own processes to create highly-evolved and specialized super-soldiers. They’ll find it’s all nice and clean.
Addressing the physician as Professor Dalton, an assistant interrupts and draws his attention to two peculiar looking men at the perimeter fence. Returning to his work, Professor Dalton replies that he wouldn’t be too concerned about a couple of unarmed media snoops… security at The World dome is very discreet and efficient. On another monitor, unseen by both the professor and his assistant, a small squad of gun-toting AIM soldiers make they way through the hallway. On yet another monitor, two individuals who had recently entered the Euthanasium explode in a cascade of violent energy and are immediately frozen in the act of combustion, as if becoming a living snapshot.
Changing the subject, Dalton suggests lunch to his aide, during which he will take him through the finer points of man/machine fusion techniques. Asked about the two test specimens in the Euthanasium, Dalton replies that they froze The World just as microwave disintegration was beginning. They’ll burn in eternity together… at least until they press restart after lunchtime.
A little later, outside the lab, the professor and his aid stand on a terrace of a tall building. They look over the technological marvel that is the capital of The World. Below the railing where the two look out into the city, Lou and his mutant guide listen in on their conversation. Struck by the beauty of the city, the aide compares it to Paolo and Francesca in Dante’s Inferno. A little taken aback by the analogy, the professor coldly replies that, inside the dome, time is completely under their control… that’s what makes all of it possible. They can speed it up, slow it down or freeze it completely like jelly.
Taking this in, the assistant asks if it is true then that The World’s Engine was developed from the “Alteration Chamber” research he took part in as a member of the Advanced Idea Mechanics organization. The professor quickly rebuffs the idea, dismissing his time as a misguided summer he spent while a student. Suddenly, a third voice chimes in, informing the professor that he made a pact with A.I.M. – and they’re there to collect. Security’s not that good, he informs the professor.
Still hanging below the terrace, Lou is splattered with some of the professor’s blood and narrowly avoids his falling corpse as it is thrown over the side. Quietly, Lou thanks his guide for the save. Returning to the events on the terrace, Lou declared that this is dynamite; all of these weird guys with bucket helmets are turning up with guns. Asked by his guide if he is getting the footage, Lou, holding camera over the terrace’s floor, replies that, boy, is he!
Inside the nearby lab, the A.I.M. soldiers peer down into the well of light in its center. The leader of the squad informs Team 3 that The World is theirs and instructs them to get time back on in there. Another soldier asks the others if they can find a live test. Yet another asks if that is not a specimen in the light below them, to which the earlier one replies that it is not a light, but an incinerator beam, which Dalton just explained. The soldier still peering into the light then asks innocently if that means that the thing there shouldn’t be… climbing through it then, should it? The others yell that something has gone wrong before being silenced forever.
Outside the dome, Fantomex informs Cyclops and Wolverine what they are looking at: a square mile of experimental micro-reality with its own culture, its own religion, its own history… a giant petri dish where the lives of unsuspecting human beings are used up in days, even moments. A torture chamber. They call it The World. Leading the two X-Men closer to the perimeter, Fantomex explains that, here, his mother was mated with machine and he was bred.
Calling out to E.V.A., his flying saucer, Fantomex instructs it to stay there until her needs him. Replying in a mechanical voice, E.V.A. replies that it might and then asks Mr. Summers if he has a hangover. Replying that he does not, Cyclops explains that he just feels stupid; he’s been pressured into this… Making his way down to the fence surrounding the dome, Wolverine tells Cyclops to shut up; he’s sticking to the deal. Yes, agrees Fantomex, the deal still stands.
Arriving at the fence, Fantomex wonders to the others who they think cut this neat laser hole in the fence. Once through the hole, Wolverine takes point with his claws bared. Immediately, he sniffs something and investigates, finding multiple corpses. Drawing Fantomex’s attention to the massacre, Wolverine asks him if he did this, to which Fantomex replies that he did not. When Wolverine identifies the men as “goons” of A.I.M., Fantomex asks to be told more about them. Nonchalantly examining the scene, Wolverine explains that it stands for Advanced Idea Mechanics. It is an organized group of international science-terrorists, like one of those Japanese techno-apocalypse cults. They recruit the kinda brilliant geeks and brainy outsiders who want revenge for not getting any booty.
Taking this in, Fantomex thinks aloud that the idea of stealing a few super-soldiers might fit in their profile. Wolverine replies that it goes without saying… but what messed ‘em up like this? Their ribcages, he announces, have exploded from inside. Recognizing the handiwork, Fantomex announces that it is the work of Weapon Fifteen. Suddenly noticing a figure moving in the distance, Fantomex calls out to the man to stop. In a flash, Fantomex is gone, hot in pursuit. Standing idle next to Wolverine, Cyclops informs his teammate that he should stop him from killing that guy. A little stunned at the suggestion, Wolverine questions why he should.
Running for his life, Lou is quickly brought down with a swift kick from Fantomex, who quickly points a gun at his temple. Almost as quickly, Cyclops is at the scene, telling Fantomex to leave him; can’t he see the guy’s a civilian? Drawing his attention to Lou, Cyclops tells him that it’s okay… he’s Cyclops; he’s been on TV. Rambling softly from fear, Lou announces that he loves mutants. Mutants are cool. Spilling his guts, metaphorically, Lou informs the three that the guy he came there with was a mutant rights activist but he’s dead now… it looked at him and he just died… He’s a journalist… He has a family in Baltimore. If they call his girlfriend, she’ll tell them.
As Lou continues to rant, Cyclops tries to calm him down, asking him if he saw any of what happened. Nearby, Fantomex, having found Lou’s camera, begins to play back its images, He saw The World, Fanotmex informs Cyclops; and so did A.I.M. On the LCD screen of the camera, the three see the A.I.M. soldiers staring into the well of light. The creature emerging from the shaft continues unabated, despite being shot with thirty mega-tranquilizer doses and five rail gun charges. As the creature begins to emerge, one of the soldiers instructs the others to not look into its eyes.
As the light fills the LCD screen of the camera, the camera itself begins to erupt in Fantomex’s hands, blasts tearing it apart. Scant feet away, Wolverine’s body also begins to erupt, as blasts impact on his form. Relaying the obvious, Cyclops announces that it’s an ambush. Replying with the appropriate sarcasm, Wolverine tells Cyclops to tell it to the dead guy and his girlfriend in Baltimore. Seeing Cyclops’ inaction, Wolverine yells at him to use his eyebeams, to which Cyclops replies that he’s trying… but nothing’s coming out! He can’t make it happen!
A small distance away, having sought cover behind a column, Fantomex tells Cyclops that it is not satisfactory. He didn’t bring him there to impress them with his chiseled features and perfect physique. Spitting back at the statement, Cyclops reminds him that he quit the X-Men! How many times does he have to say it before anyone listens? He’s sick of the stress! He’s sick of the drama! He’s sick of living up to people’s expectations… and he’s just thrown away his wife and career and just about everything that’s important to him!
Yelling back in anger, Wolverine, in turn, asks Cyclops how many times does he have to say this: this isn’t an X-Men mission! They’re mercenaries on a stress-relieving exercise, remember? To this, Wolverine suggests that they terrify these losers into submission and move on! “Terrify,” Fantomex states, is good; but he should point out that they appear to be using rail guns. To this, Wolverine asks what a rail guns is and why does he care? Seeing the snarling Wolverine run toward his position and A.I.M. soldier, having recognized him, asks God to guide his aim…
In a moment frozen in time, Wolverine manages to close the gap between he and the sniper, his claws and teeth bared in rage. Luckily for the sniper, he manages a few shots at this close range, causing Wolverine to fly in the opposite direction, heavily wounded. Seeing this happen to Wolverine, Cyclops mutters that he was just about to say it’s a high-voltage magnetic weapon that fires hypersonic projectiles…
Inside a nearby structure and having witnessed the events that just transpired, an A.I.M. soldier informs the squad that the X-Men are here. Appearing from above through the ceiling, Fantomex drops into the soldiers’ midst, firing is weapons. “X-Men,” he repeats, they should be so lucky. Seeing one soldier survive, Fantomex fires his pistol again, declaring that he comes in peace. After having successfully disarmed but not killed his target, Fantomex asks if he just said “peace.” He may have used the wrong word.
Still alive, the A.I.M. soldier lays on the ground, blood covering his solid yellow suit in blotches. Speaking in fear, but not near at Fantomex, the soldier rants that it didn’t notice him. It didn’t notice. It can stare so hard at things they explode, he continues, but it didn’t see him… the head was all smoke and lights and… people just… boiled inside…
Placing his gun at the soldier’s forehead, Fantomex orders him to stop babbling. In a non-sequitur statement, Fantomex marvels at the soldier’s classic design of the A.I.M. helmet and how he could clean up on eBay. Begging for his life, the soldier tells Fantomex that he just survived hellfire and judgment… he graduated magna cum laude. Finally having recovered, Wolverine considers the rail gun’s damage. His heart must have stopped for about thirty seconds that time…
Still holding his gun at the soldier’s head, Fantomex wonders aloud if bullet holes would make it more collectible or less. Taking it as the threat that it was, the soldier speaks. It was the process… that’s all… They had no right to keep it to themselves. A.I.M. says that’s wrong but… they had nothing to do with this… The specimen saw the outside. When he came in they’d all just stopped yelling… it went back there…
Understanding the soldier’s rant, Fantomex turns to the dome and regards the “specimen” that returned inside: Super-soldier ex-vee. Weapon Fifteen. To this he wonders how far they have taken it now.
A little later, inside, Fantomex shows the guts of the facility to the two X-Men. Time, he tells them, is synthetic inside The World. In theory, that means they can freeze it and seal Weapon XV into a moment, like a mosquito in resin. Still expecting the answers that Fantomex had promised him, Wolverine replies that this had better be going somewhere.
Turning the story to Wolverine, Fantomex replies that Wolverine was Weapon Ten. He, Fantomex, was Thirteen. Now, he continues, imagine the next generation… and the next… the product of rapid evolutionary engineering… Weapon XV – designed and perfected to exterminate the mutant species.
Understanding the significance of Fantomex’s words, Wolverine’s features turn darker and his brow furrows. Addressing Cyclops by his nickname, Slim, Wolverine tells him that he doesn’t have to go any further with this. Everything smells… wrong. Looking out at dome’s machinery, Cyclops addresses Wolverine, in turn, as Logan and replies that he didn’t bring him there for his chiseled features.
It’s James Logan, Fantomex announces as he leads the way through mist, which leads into the heart of The World. The Weapon Plus files gave his real names as “James Logan.” His healing factor, Fantomex continues, made his an ideal subject for vivisection… and false memory grafts.
From out of the mist, a gigantic door, door slides open. Inside, bathed in light, is the techno city of The World, which Fantomex welcomes the two X-Men to. Yelling out into the city within, Fantomex calls out to Weapon Fifteen, asking him where he is.


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Assault on Weapon Plus - part 3: The Flesh
Through the frozen capital of The World, Fantomex leads Cyclops, his white boots grinding the rubble beneath them. Like walking through a snapshot, the two step through a moment in time. Clad in their traditional yellow environment suits, and cowled in their bucket-like helmets, A.I.M. soldiers are dying around them, or would be if time were not standing still. The source of their deaths, a giant floating mechanism, is frozen in the act of firing its machine guns. The mechanism itself is piloted by a giant brain, with numerous wires connected to its mass. Lacking true eyes, the brain "sees" through eyeballs attached to long metallic tentacles, which even now are transfixed on the dying A.I.M. soldiers.
So, Cyclops begins, who’s the monster? Is this Weapon Fifteen? Nah, Fantomex replies, it’s just a car-cop. World police. Finally explaining the frozen world around them, Fantomex adds that, inside The World, normal time is now on pause. Ignoring Cyclops analysis of the situation as „bizarre," Fantomex continues. It’s been what, he asks, a few months since he escaped from that transport train… but in The World, entire generations have passed. Only these buildings stay the same… and the car-cops. Living remnants of the earliest Artificial Evolution experiments. They’re what happens when you put a whale’s brain under the hood of a truck, he explains.
As Cyclops silently passes flying shrapnel, which hangs in mid-air, unaffected by the law of gravity, Fantomex asks him if he’s sure he’s ready for Weapon XV. His expression, he tells Cyclops, has all the unendearing qualities of a clenched fist. He’s still a trained X-Man, Cyclops replies. If there’s a threat, he’ll do whatever he can to contain it. Then let’s pray, Fantomex retorts, that some lumbering "martial arts" and a commanding voice are enough to carry the day.
Sensing the attack, Cyclops tells Fantomex that he works best under stress, but super-evolved mutant-killers might be asking too much until he gets his "stare" back. If he doesn’t, it feels like his head’s going to blow up. Mocking Cyclops recent loss of his mutant power, Fantomex proclaims that here he is, in the lion’s den, stripped of his mutant gifts, handicapped, emotionally crippled… and then asks him what in the hell drives such a train wreck. Replying bluntly, Cyclops states that he’s there to look out for Wolverine. He’s there because he doesn’t trust him. He’s there to make sure he doesn’t just string Logan along with false promises because he needs some indestructible muscle by his side. And how will he do that, Fantomex asks. By appealing to his better nature? Mocking back, Cyclops replies that he’ll probably try that first.
Having found a stone staircase, attached to a building’s side, Cyclops and Fantomex begin to descend to the street below, passing dead A.I.M. soldiers. Moving their conversation to Wolverine, Cyclops reminds Fantomex that Logan was tortured and brutalized by the Weapon X Program. It took him a long time and a lot of hard work to reclaim his dignity after what they did to him. He’s not a pawn or a weapon… he’s not their Weapon Ten. He’s not Professor Xavier’s weapon for peace and he’s not Fantomex’s weapon. He’s a man. He deserves respect. Now turning his statements to a question, Cyclops asks Fanomtex why can’t he just tell him what he knows about his past and give the guy a break? Because, Fantomex replies, he’s no good dead, and he thinks it’s safe to say that the knowledge in the Weapon Plus files has the potential to kill him.
The World, Fanomtex continues as he begins to enter the ruins of a building, was built to breed and supply artificially evolved super-soldiers. Part man, part machine; bio-engineered to win the imminent war between man and mutant. When Cyclops repeats the word „war" inquisitively, Fantomex replies, what else? The human species is dying. Their only hope lies in a machine fusion and a program of sustained mutant experimentation. Genetic war is coming.
Finding a tile at the edge of a room, Fantomex opens a small knife. Working it to pry the tile up, Fantomex explains that his partner, E.V.A., has a story about a space traveler traveling at light speed through the stars for what seemed to him to be only days. But, when he arrives home, breathless with tales of the great beyond, he finds that hundreds of years have passed. And everyone he knew died long ago. His generation laid down in these cells like battery hens. Battery supermen and women, absorbing lies in the form of narcotic Nano-Sentinel pollen. The told them there was nothing but endless, solid rock beyond The World’s walls…
Finished with the tile, Fantomex lifts it up, to reveal a small chamber beneath. Inside the chamber, he finds a rolled up piece of paper. Unrolling it, he reads to Cyclops its contents: "My name is Charlie Cluster 7… The World operators tell me I am a living hall of mirrors. I am a stealth fighter. I am Super-soldier Generation Thirteen. They say mutant monsters will come to steal The World and kill all my friends. But they shouldn’t have made me so smart, or I would have believed them."
Having listened carefully, Cyclops muses to Fantomex that he thought he was French. No, replies Fantomex, he just likes the accent. We all find dignity where we can. He then adds that his is in "Fantomex." After telling Fantomex "if he says so," Cyclops turns his face upwards and asks Logan if there’s anything up ahead. Everyone’s dead, Slim, Wolverine replies, referring to Cyclops by his nickname. Judging by the smoke and the trail of damage, he continues, Weapon Fifteen’s right down there by the chimneys. Speaking in a mainly rhetorical manner, Wolverine wonders aloud what’s got him so mad he wrecked his own nest?
Leading Cyclops up some steps to Wolverine’s position, Fantomex answers: he saw it for what it was and everything lost its meaning. He saw a factory farm. Reaching the balcony where Wolverine crouches, Fantomex ponders their position: Weapon Ten and Weapon Thirteen. Compared to Fifteen, he tells Wolverine, they’re walking fossils; they are dinosaurs. So? Wolverine counters, would he want to go head-to-head with a tyrannosaurus? Having made his point, another thought occurs to Wolverine and he asks Fantomex about the creepy A.I.M. guy that he warned him not to leave alone with the equipment.
Elsewhere, Wolverine’s A.I.M. agent makes his way into a small lab and seals himself inside. Through a small window he can watch the trio. Gas begins to enter his room and a loud noise reverberates through his chamber. Silently and deliberately, he twists a knob. Outside, Cyclops states softly that he can’t breathe… the air just got thinner…
A few feet away from Cyclops’ face, a blackbird hangs in mid-air, removed from the grip of the law of gravity by the frozen time. Suddenly, it’s artificial, mechanical eye opens, revealing its red sensor within. Less than a moment later, its wings beat, causing it to rise in the air and depart. Recovering from his just as sudden spontaneous regurgitation, Cyclops declares to his partners that it moved. The bird just moved!
Understanding immediately, Fantomex declares that time is starting up all around them… and yells out a warning of the reanimated car-cop. Once again brimming with life as time’s flow has returned, the car-cop draws its attention and guns toward the threesome. With a booming, electronic voice, the car-cop announces Organisms! Sterile environment breached! World under threat!. Running into the car-cop’s path rather than away from it, Fantomex instructs Cyclops and Wolverine to aim for the control chip, the six-inch area behind midbrain. Illustrating his instructions, Fantomex begins to fire with both handguns, causing the area he just described to explode in fury. Losing control, the car-cop falls to the ground, impacting harshly with the street and explodes.
And the flaming wreckage burns about them, Fantomex glibly points out to Cyclops that he could have easily joined in. It was his head it was aiming for. Referring to their previous conversation, Cyclops retorts that he guesses his moment didn’t get there yet. To this, Fanotmex tells the X-Man that he’d better understand this – it needs to come fast.
Changing the conversation, Wolverine points out that everything else in the area is on the move… Which means, Fantomex concludes, that Weapon Fifteen is also free. Turning to his teammate, Wolverine tells Cyclops that he didn’t mean to get him into this. No, Cyclops replies, he only got him blind drunk and carried him there on his shoulder… he had nothing to do with this.
With little warning, the threesome are joined. From a gaping hole of a nearby building floats a figure clad completely in nightmarish armor. The blue and purple color of the armor is broken only by the occasional circle of light, mainly surrounding some of the protruding spikes. The helmet of the figure contains no slits, but a single, round portal, through which a white light shines. Arcing over the figure, as like with a life of its own, is electricity, which seems to emanate from its eye.
Look, it thinks to itself. I have broken The World. But do I build a new prison here in the ruins… or dare go beyond? Finally drawing its attention to the three intruders, Weapon Fifteen decides to ask: "Are you real?"
After Wolverine incredulously asks what kind of question is that, Fantomex responds. Real? He grew up right around the block… they’re neighbors, he tells Weapon Fifteen as he points his guns at him, relatives maybe. Gibberish, Weapon Fifteen responds. Now that the old rules are gone, he continues, no one remains but he to make the new rules. They’re doomed, Fantomex announces to his companions. He has no sense of humor.
Just as Fantomex begins to muse aloud as to why he’s even bothering to point his guns at the monstrosity, Cyclops yells out a warning that his head is lighting up. Half a moment later, lightening arcs into the middle of the three, filling them with painful electricity. Recovering first, Wolverine announces that these big, bad, mutant-killing machines are all the same, and launches himself into an attack. Recovering next, Cyclops looks over the collapsed Fantomex and asks him to say something that isn’t "urrk." Responding promptly, Fantomex gives Cyclops a weak "churrhh…" followed by an "urkk."
As one of the intruders, armed with metal claws extending from his forearms, begins to slash at his armor, Weapon Fifteen thinks that these new encounters suggest puzzles he must solve. Equations of brute force. Calculus of conquest and annihilation. Barriers to his understanding of The World and its lies. After a few moments of allowing the intruder to vainly attempt to penetrate his armor, Weapon Fifteen raises his right hand and sense jolts of electricity through his body, laying his assailant low.
Seeing Wolverine fall, Cyclops tells the recovering Fantomex the obvious: this isn’t good. Turning his attention back to Fantomex himself, Cyclops asks him if he’s okay; his skin’s burning. A few hundred thousand volts, questions Fanotmex. He’s not so easy to hurt. Lucky for him, he adds, pointing his finger down an alley at nothing in particular, he keeps his nervous system outside his body.
In a nearby control room, a spark of energy silently flashes behind the one remaining A.I.M. soldier. Without warning the soldier, who is hard at work at a panel, the energy takes the form of E.V.A Instructed from far away by Fantomex to take control, E.V.A. obeys, telling his master that he loves it when he has that. Hearing the reply, the A.I.M. soldier whirls around to see the newcomer and half a moment later sees no more. Receiving new instructions from Fantomex to let him see through his skin, E.V.A. informs his master that there’s bad news; Weapon XV jammed the dials…
Walking slowly, almost absentmindedly, Weapon Fifteen approaches the still-unconscious Wolverine and his nearby partners. There must be more he thinks. Grabbing a plumbing pipe from the rubble, Cyclops shouts to Fantomex that if Weapon Fifteen gets loose… what happens? Like Genosha, millions dead. Still pointing down the alley, Fantomex tells Cyclops that he’s trying to stop time; don’t distract him. Too late, Cyclops replies, as he whirls to face Weapon Fifteen, he let a moment slip through… and it looks like it’s his.
Cyclops swings his pipe, which connects against Weapon Fifteen’s jaw. Fifteen responds in kind, cracking against the side of Cyclops’ face. The punch-for-punch brawl continues, as Weapon Fifteen emotionlessly and mechanically identifies his opponent as mutant… mutant… Winded from the exertion, Cyclops asks Fifteen why, if he has all of these powers, is he just hitting him? Inexplicably declaring "More: Slugfest default zero!" Weapon Fifteen increases his attack, punching Cyclops several more times, finally knocking him down.
Having won, Fifteen pauses in confusion. Looking over to the approaching Wolverine and Fantomex, he thinks to himself that there must be more than this. He can feel it inside. He was born for more. Proceeding to ignore, his impending attackers, Weapon Fifteen cranes his head skyward, into the white above them. Understanding the meaning of this, Cyclops, barely conscious, warns his partners to not let it get out… it’ll kill everyone… If he is wrong, Fifteen thinks to himself, he will break against the infinite rock beyond. But if he is right, if The World is only a dream in which he has slept for awhile… if he is right…
A brackish, gray smoke begins to accumulate at the feet of Weapon Fifteen. Then, as he is propelled into the sky, followed only by a shimmering light, the gray smoke expands, filling the space where he once stood. Reaching the finite height of The World, Weapon Fifteen breaks through the sky, which is in reality the top of the dome enclosing The World. Into the sky of the true world, Weapon Fifteen continues to climb, even as he is wordlessly surprised at the reality of it.
Perfect, mutters Fantomex, as pieces of the dome fall around him. Like all the other super-soldiers, he informs Cyclops and Wolverine, Weapon Fifteen had to have a failsafe mechanism, in case he ever broke loose… E.V.A., he tells them, is now tracking a homing signal… the hidden hand just jerked his chain and called him back to the kennel. Not really listening, Wolverine points out to Cyclops that he is bleeding from the ears. Unconcerned, Cyclops tells Wolverine to leave him alone… he let it get away… what’s it going to do to everyone? Still watching Weapon Fifteen ascend by the light trailing him, Fantomex thinks aloud how no one’s ever been able to find the nerve center of the Weapon Plus operation anywhere on Earth… now they know why…
Still ascending, Weapon Fifteen leaves behind the atmosphere surrounding the planet below and enters the vacuum beyond. Last survivor, he thinks to himself; unstoppable, indestructible, immortal. As he continues to ascend toward the space station above, Weapon Fifteen thinks All of the this. All of this is mine.


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Assault on Weapon Plus - part 4: The Devil
What is the purpose of life? he asks. Protected by the cold vacuum of space, Weapon Fifteen continues his orbital ascent and approaches the space station headquarters of Weapon Plus. Regarding the monstrous craft, Weapon Fifteen thinks to himself. I have come to this house as if drawn to a light inside my mind. I have come from The World to find answers to my questions. However, as he approaches the airlock, Weapon Fifteen thinks that there are too many questions. Too much emptiness. Too much everything. Entering through the lock, he thinks of how all of this is his… but it’s all too much. He wishes someone would just tell him what to do.
After entering, Weapon Fifteen walks past a security guard, who lets him pass without a word. Once Fifteen passes, the guard radios to the doctor, letting him know that it is on its way in… exactly as planned. After traversing the upper deck, Weapon Fifteen descends to the control room below through an open shaft. He then crosses the room, passing two scientists silently, even as one calls out to him, calling him son and welcoming him home. Ignoring the man, Weapon Fifteen walks into another shaft and descends to the next level.
Concerned, the doctor’s associate asks if they can evacuate. Dismissing his associate’s fears, the doctor tells him not to worry. Weapon Fifteen is just a little confused. War trauma can do that. Mutants, he continues, just obliterated The World where he was born and raised. Hellish business. Turning his voice toward Weapon Fifteen itself, the doctor informs him that he shouldn’t worry… he’ll get his revenge soon enough.
As Weapon Fifteen walks through the laboratory the level below, he hears the words of the doctor. The doctor informs him that this is the mansion they have prepared for him and his kind… super-sapiens, as they call them; part-man, part-machine. Looking up at large vats, each filled with a genetic experiment enhanced by technology, Weapon Fifteen hears the doctor tell him that he was made to serve as the protectors of humankind against the menace of mutations. He’s part of a biological arms race. When asked by the doctor if he remembers his primary function, Fifteen replies almost interrogatively, almost surprised that he knows it. “Destroy all mutants?”
Outside the station, the entity known as E.V.A. approaches the airlock. Speaking to its master, Fantomex, as well as to the other two guests inside, Cyclops and Wolverine, E.V.A. declares that the space station is still under construction and operating on ten percent power… defenses minimal… and the door is open. Sitting at the control within, Fantomex thanks E.V.A. and asks his two guests if they shall complete their campaign of righteous destruction.
Changing the subject back to their confrontation with Weapon Fifteen on the surface, Cyclops asks Fantomex why it didn’t kill him. It, Weapon XV, it was like… it was like running a fight program… like pro-wrestling… Leading Cyclops and Wolverine out of E.V.A., Fantomex jests aloud that Cyclops is complaining? Sensing that his question will not be answered, Cyclops comments to Wolverine that he always wondered what he got up to outside of X-Men hours… now he knows. Oh, Cyclops then says, changing the subject once again, the X-jackets come off. The Professor, he says, wouldn’t want to be associated with vandalism on this scale. “Whatever,” mutters Wolverine, as he grudgingly complies.
As the three mutants float to the physical docking bay, Fantomex tells the two X-Men to stay back; E.V.A. senses fifteen armed targets. Now taking the point, Fantomex descends a ramp to the level below, firing his pistol and evading the return fire with his blinding speed. Seeing Wolverine hold back and let their enigmatic partner do most of the fighting, Cyclops remarks to his partner that he seems pretty restrained. Snapping back almost playfully, Wolverine replies that, while the smell of blood is driving him half-crazy, somebody’s gotta watch his back!
After making short work of the fifteen soldiers, whom Fantomex declares to be a skeleton staff in a bad pun, he produces several explosive charges. Once in position, he suggests that they blow it all to hell and leave without a trace. Nearby, however, Cyclops has become engrossed in a journal he has found. Reading from it, he informs the two others that the station was to become fully operational within two weeks. Weapon Plus was going public with designer supermen. Examining one of the charges, Fantomex corrects him: he means designer mutant-killing machines.
Finished in his work and having moved to a console, Fanotmex begins to work its controls. As promised, he announces, he’s opening the complete Weapon X database. Talking to Wolverine, Fantomex informs him that he has ten minutes to browse… this is his life. On the large monitor above the console, so large that Wolverine must crane his neck to read, words begin to appear. Since the dawn of the mutants, humankind has searched for ways to match their uncanny powers. The Weapon Plus super-soldiers initiative has led the field in human enhancement technologies…. Taking this in, Wolverine tells the others to go on. He’ll catch up. So engrossed in his answers, Wolverine does not even turn to look at them as he speaks.
Next on the screen appears the image of Captain America. Weapon I trials, it continues, still remain the most successful application of the technology to date but the quest for the perfect soldier, equipped to win the evolutionary war, goes on… It’s the whole history, Wolverine mutters, taking it all in. Weapon 0 all the way to Weapon XV. And the lost Weapon X files, right? Still transfixed, Wolverine again tells Cyclops and Fantomex to leave without him.
So focused is he that he does not detect the arriving station security begins to fire. Covering their ally, Cyclops and Fantomex launch into a counter-attack. All the while, Wolverine continues to read.
The image of Nuke, former patriotic themed foe of Daredevil, appears on the screen. …Use of criminals, psychopaths and violent mutations in later super-soldier trials yielded some experimental advances but no reliable or repeatable procedure… attempts to control the aggressive response of subjects using medication proved unsuccessful and beginning with Weapon Ten trials a radical new behavior was devised using false memory implants.
Having finished with the security force, Fantomex informs Wolverine that they are done and need to get back to E.V.A. Wolverine reiterates his wish that they leave. He has to see this Weapon Ten stuff... this is about who he was before Weapon Plus found him… this is everything he can’t remember about who he is…
Suddenly, Fantomex begins to convulse in pain. In this state, he yells out to E.V.A. Outside the station, the flying saucer/sphere has become impaled with multiple spikes. Back in the console room, a small face appears on an even smaller monitor. It is a bald man with red glasses so large that it doubles as a mask. His nose is hawkish and he grins with devilish teeth. Calling out to Fantomex, the man chides that they know his weakness. His nervous system is stored outside his body…
As he begins to protest, Fantomex is wracked by another spasm of pain, causing him to fall into the arms of Cyclops. Speaking more to himself than anyone else, Fantomex declares that he’s switching to his back-up nervous system. Having regained a little composure, Fantomex informs Cyclops that he can only see in black and white… but he can’t leave E.V.A. to be tortured. Realizing that they must flee, Cyclops yells out to Wolverine, who is still standing before the large monitor, taking in everything, that they’re moving on. To this announcement, Wolverine replies that he won’t be long. He just found what he was looking for…
Up on the screen is an image of Wolverine himself, as he was when “recruited” by Weapon Plus. In front of the image, text is displayed… mutant test subject/“James”/lethal variant genetic anomaly/subject designate: Weapon “X.” First recipient of multiple memory implants… Reading this, Wolverine clicks on the “Open” icon.
Elsewhere, Cyclops and Fantomex happen upon a room, which seems to be a conference room of sorts. In the middle is a circular table with a large plus sign painted with a circle around it. Clearly, it is a symbol for the group that was to meet there. Speaking to Fantomex, Cyclops inquires what the place is. A meeting room? It looks like a movie set, he continues. It was to be their headquarters, Fantomex replies.
Pointing out a chair with him name on it, Fantomex says that he was supposed to sit there, brooding under the spotlight while they targeted mutant nests for extermination. An unbeatable team of living Sentinels, custom-grown in The World. Pointing at a chair across the table, labeled “Ultimaton” (God help him live that down), Fantomex says was for Weapon Fifteen. Weapon Twelve was to be the “Huntsman. See what they were planning, he asks Cyclops. Market research. How better to introduce new stains of highly controversial, genetically-engineered supermen to the public? How else to unleash these hybrids on an unsuspecting population? This genetic cleansing operation disguised as a comic book fighting team.
Leading Cyclops down another shaft into another chamber, Fantomex shows the X-Man tubes containing the gestating bodies of experiments. Stopping at one that is empty and labeled with his name, Fantomex raises his hand and touches the tube that he was born in. Glancing down, Cyclops asks if this is war, then. Humans, he stated coldly, never trusted them. They never will. They won’t rest until they’re all dead.
As Cyclops begins to speak more philosophically, Fantomex interrupts, suggesting that he should go now. His aid has been invaluable and his company stimulating but he should go now… there are still shuttles he can escape on… Rather than complying, Cyclops continues to follow Fantomex, declaring that he can’t walk away from this. Chuckling at this, Fantomex replies that he hopes they all find what they’re looking for… “Cyclops.”
Emerging into an expansive room, Fantomex finds E.V.A. Impaled repeatedly, the living spacecraft is visibly unwell, bordering on mortally wounded. Despite this extensive damage, it manages a playful “Ouch” to convey its condition.
Reappearing on a local screen, the Weapon Plus official from earlier tries out the name “the Super-Sentinels.” How does that sound, he asks them. Too corny? Sure it does, he says, answering his own question, but it’s corn they understand. When asked by Fantomex who he is, the official replies that he was there when they pulled Fantomex out, soaking wet, out of The World and put him on that train. He’s his boss. He’s been running this show for as long as he can remember. He’d have scripted him to be the kind of character people love. Multiple brains for independent parallel processing. An external nervous system. Nano-active blood and an attitude to die for. They gave him everything… and he chose to go faux French!
Punctuating this remark, E.V.A. explodes, filling the chamber with light and noise. Mirroring this action, Fantomex is wracked with pain and yells out to his friend. As Weapon Thirteen attempts to regain his composure, the Weapon Plus boss continues. The Super-Sentinels, he declares, area Saturday morning cartoon come to life… scripted and sold as a 24-hour reality soap opera. Everybody’s going to love them, he says, and nobody will mind one bit when a few creepy mutants find themselves on the receiving end of hardline Super-Sentinel justice.
Their informant within the Xavier Institute, he continues, tells them of a buildup of arms and soldiers and a major new mutant threat to human security… this station will survive their inept assault. Weapon XV will eliminate them in accordance with his programming. Then… in less than two weeks from today… the sleepers will wake from their tanks and mutantkind will be eliminated, humanely.
Already on the move, Cyclops carries the inert form of Fantomex through the station’s complex, declaring resolutely that he doesn’t think so.
Back at the console room, Wolverine has finished watching his recording. Now no longer distracted, he is very aware, yet calmly so, of a new arrival; the armored figure of Weapon Fifteen. Regarding this hulking figure, Wolverine asks if he wants something. He’s got him at a real bad time. Crackling with energy, Weapon Fifteen stands stoically and resolutely asks his former question: “What is the purpose of life?”
Smirking slightly at this, Wolverine asks if he looks like a philosopher to him. Replying in his surreal voice, Fifteen tells Wolverine that Doctor Sublime has told him this purpose is to exterminate all traces of the mutant genetic line on Earth. But there are millions of living mutations and… he wonders… if he could have been a painter.
Nah, Wolverine replies. See, he just found out who he is and what he is… and… let’s just say some of them were born to kill and raised to kill and that’s the only damn thing they’re any good for. Everything else is just lies they tell themselves. He’s asking him about the purpose of life? It’s like this…
Holding up a small control pad with one hand, Wolverine presses the red button in the center. After an innocent “beep!” chimes, the space station explodes violently, exposing its innards to the cold vacuum of space.


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Planet X - part 1
X-Men, emergency! Xavier exclaims, telepathically as much as verbally. Like so many times in the past, Xavier uses his powerful telepathic abilities, augmented by Cerebra, to broadcast a signal across the globe to his disciples, calling them to gather and come to their mutual aid. The question only remains: who will, or is able to, respond?
Inside the shuttle, which rocks from the exploding space station around it, Cyclops tried in vain to call out to Logan. With a lack of response, the X-Man enacts his only option and casts off from the station. As the shuttle drifts away from the dying satellite, Cyclops continues to call out to his teammate. He does so until the final explosion seemingly obliterates the station.
Caught in the shockwave of the explosion, the shuttle cries out in pain, made manifest by shorts in the system and miniature explosions in the equipment. In the middle of trying to salvage the craft, Cyclops hears/senses the Professor’s call for aid. Responding verbally to the non-present Xavier, Cyclops apologizes for running out like he did, promising to explain later.
In the seat behind the X-Man, Fantomex stirs, finally returning to consciousness. Speaking out in his own telepathic manner, more so than verbally to Cyclops, Fantomex calls out to E.V.A., trying to recall if it was hurt or not. Turning in his seat to view his passenger, Cyclops informs Fantomex that Logan has been blown to hell and needs immediate assistance… his spaceship can wait. Turning his attention back to Xavier, Cyclops informs the Professor that he needs for him to check allegations of a government informant inside the mansion.
Finally realizing that his attempt to control the shuttle has failed and they are falling uncontrollably, Cyclops radios their position as being above the Pacific Ocean, maybe two hundred miles southeast of French Polynesia… Cyclops words are cut off, as the shuttle impacts into the water, taking the shuttle to the watery deep. Back in Westchester, Xavier reels at what he has just witnessed. Wasting no time, Xavier calls out to his other X-Men.
Inside the his lab, Emma Frost informs the Beast that she’s leaving this “awful place” the instant he’s done with the tests on her. Impatient for the verdict, she promptly asks him if she is all right or not. Typing away with special gloves that makes up for the paw-like nature of his hands, McCoy simply replies that she’ll really be missed if she goes… she’s a great teacher.
Suddenly, the two receive the blaring telepathic message from Xavier, calling them into service. Wasting no time, the two leap into action. Marveling at the way the Beast is above to swing across the complex on carefully places trapeze swings, Emma comments to the departed Beast that he really is nimble. Finally alone, she suddenly asks herself why she has the impending feeling that her life’s approaching some kind of horrible closure.
Back in the Cerebra room, Jean enters, already dressed in the team uniform. Calmly and coldly, she informs the Professor that she’s going away soon. Taken aback at this non-sequitur exclamation, Xavier struggles to understand until it hits him. Oh, he states plainly, the Phoenix Force. The X-Plane Mark 3 can get her there, she tells the Professor. She’s learning how to fly telepathically from a test pilot in room 221 of the Westchester Hilton. Turning to go, she grins at her former mentor, telling him that he needn’t worry so much. He needn’t be disheartened. Whatever happens will be for the best.
Smirking in kind, Xavier tells Jean that he thinks the world of her. He still hopes that, when he steps down in the summer, she’ll be willing to take over as headmistress of the Institute. Without another word, Jean turns and leaves. Watching her depart, Xavier tells her to please take care.
In another room of the Institute, one dedicated to his “Special Class,” Xorn stands before his students, looking upon one in particular. Behind the X-Man, the map of the word is displayed, albeit upside-down. With his expressionless facemask facing the young woman, Xorn addresses Sooraya, the Afghan mutant known as Dust. Standing resolutely and holding a small canister, Xorn tells her that she has heard what he has to say… what’s her answer? Garbed in her black burkha and thus betraying as equal amount of her thoughts and expression as Xorn, Sooraya looks upon the other students of the class… Angel, Basilisk, the Beak, Ernst, Martha Johansson… but does not reply.
Lost in deep thought, Xavier walks down the empty halls of his school, aided by the help of his cane. Into the massive chamber of the Cerebra room, Xavier arrives… but is given pause. Sensing that something is amiss, Xavier glances around until he sees a cloud of sand rise from the floor and coalesce into a human form. Smiling to himself, Xavier tells Sooraya that he thought he felt something nearby. Her telepathic presence is almost undetectable in granular form, he tells her. Incredible…
Beginning to move to the Cerebra machine, Xavier is able to understand the thoughts of Sooraya, who projects them willingly. In response to her unspoken question, he informs her that the machine is Cerebra… the helmet amplifies his telepathic gifts, he informs her. Using the equipment, he can watch over every mutant on Earth and scan the whole globe for trouble. Turning the conversation back to her, Xavier asks Sooraya if she would like for him to find someone for her. They haven’t had much of a chance to talk since Jean brought her to stay with them…
Suddenly picking up new thoughts from Dust, ones that she now projects desperately, Xavier replies that he’s sure that can’t be right… As Sooraya takes on a more human form, she reaches out in her desperation. Still in disbelief, Xavier replies that they put her in the special class because Mister Xorn has an affinity for sensitive and traumatized children… Xavier is sure he wouldn’t…
Looking over at the door, Xavier sees the arrival of the man in question, Xorn. Calling out to the man, Xavier informs Xorn that one of his students seems ot think something’s wrong… Interrupting the Professor, Xorn replies that he knows. Something has affected Sooraya deeply, he tells the Professor. She ran from the class, changing form as she went. To this, Xorn adds that he thinks she may have lost control of her power.
Suddenly, with no other warning, Xorn calls out for the Professor to look out. At that same moment, Sooraya releases herself from her human form, transforming into a cloud of dust that fills the chamber. As the localized sandstorm continues, choking the air out of him, Xavier calls out for her to stop. With the arrival of Xorn to his position, Xavier is pulled down to the floor, reducing his exposure to the particles of Dust’s shapeless form. Trying to call out to his teacher through the sound of the wind, Xavier asks Xorn what’s happening. In this form, he adds, she could cut their flesh to the bone!
Without warning, the sandstorm begins to subside, as Dust’s mass leaves the main room and enters the smaller Cerebra chamber. In vain, Xavier calls out for Dust to stop, trying to explain that it’s very delicate machinery. Without it, he exclaims, he can’t keep in touch with his X-Men. Xavier’s words, however, fall on deaf ears, as the Cerebra chamber explodes in fire and dust. The task completed, the cloud-form of Dust rises into the air, leaving to main room.
In the hall outside, Dust’s cloud begins to coalesce, rising above the remaining members of Xorn’s Special Class. Responding to Beak’s exclamations of wonder, Basilisk agrees, stating that his strobe eye is crap compared to this. Standing nearby and cradling the cylinder held by Xorn earlier, Ernst informs Basilisk that Martha says they’d better put Dust in the container. Following this, Ernst begins to protest, stating that it doesn’t seem right because Martha’s voice has gotten all snotty… Ignoring Ernst’s ramblings, Basilisk instructs her to hold it open while he catches Dust with his eye.
Uninterested in what is about to occur, Dust’s cloud form strikes, blinding the group with her mass, swirling around them like a tornado. Trying to regain her composure, Ernst yells to all that Martha says they have to do what Mister Xorn says!
Arriving into the hallway with Xorn, Xavier informs the X-Man that it’s almost impossible to grasp hold of her consciousness in this form… he needs her to become coherent. Almost on cue, Dust’s form shifts from amorphous dust-cloud to human female. Calling out in broken English, Sooraya asks for the Professor to help her. Her message delivered, Dust returns to her sand form, seemingly involuntarily, and collapses to the floor. Their troubled student now subdued, Xorn takes the canister and begins to collect her inside.
Over the Pacific, the Beast pilots an X-Plane in search for Cyclops’ shuttle. In the backseat, Emma tries to use her telepathic powers to direct their path. Finally detecting something, Emma informs her partner that he’s nearby; she knows it. Scott, she says, gives of the most bizarre and aloof psychic radiation she’s ever experiences. But there’s something wrong, she adds. He’s found something out… a traitor at the Institute? They have to get closer.
Taking this in, the Beast is in disbelief. A traitor? To this, he instructs Emma to tell Cyclops he’s nuts. What kind of traitor would let them fly all the way out there to save him? In mockery of the Beast’s question, the starboard wing of the X-Plane explodes.
Above the Earth, in orbit, Jean’s Mark 3 X-Plane reaches the remains of what was once the Weapon Plus space station. Attempting communication by telepathy, she tries in vain to reach the Professor, asking if something just happened to Cerebra. Receiving no response, she continues her silent approach to the rock that was the core of the station.
After “docking” with the asteroid, Jean suits up in an environment suit and exits her shuttle, propelling herself through the vacuum by her telekinesis. Along the circumference of the asteroid, she searches, until she finds a hatch. At her command, the hatch opens and beckons her inside. Once inside and the airlock sealed, Jean removes her helmet and calls out for Logan. When she eventually finds him, she discovers him standing over the corpse of an armored individual; Weapon Fifteen.
Hearing her approach, Wolverine bluntly tells her to get out. Refusing to do so without answers, she asks her teammate what’s happening. With a snarl, Wolverine turns around and repeats his order for her to leave. It’s a trap, he adds. Doesn’t she recognize this place? Looking around, Jean realizes that she does. It’s Asteroid M!
In his classroom, Xorn regards the mass of Sooraya, now completely enclosed and imprisoned in the canister. Speaking to Xavier, Xorn states that she refused to renounce her religion… she was raised a Muslim in the Sunni tradition. He tried to show her the error of her ways… He tried to tell her she was wrong to exalt a faith over her species loyalty…
Standing behind Xorn and regarding him with equal scrutiny, Xavier begins to realize the truth. He was making her do those things I the Cerebra chamber, he states. Wasn’t he? Turning to see the map on the wall, Xavier asks why it is upside-down. Regarding the map in reflection, Xorn replies that it’s a picture of the future. He calls it Planet X. He’s teaching his student to imagine tomorrow and giving them the tools to take them there.
Now seeing Xorn in a new light, Xavier instructs him to let Sooraya out of the jar. She’s very afraid, he tells him. She has reason to be, Xorn replies. It’s too late to stop it. He’s been educating the next generation of terror, right under his nose, Xorn informs Xavier.
And these posters, Xavier continues, speaking of one with the slogan “Magneto was right,” are inappropriate for the school. Not to mention baffling. Staring coldly at Xavier, Xorn retorts that he’s had it all to himself for too long and nothing much has changed… has it? Without guidance, without an effective creed, he’s watched Xavier’s “dream” run rampant, watched discipline fall. It will all begin to happen very quickly now.
Baffled by these riddles, Xavier stares at Xorn, bluntly asking what he’s talking about. In response to this, the door slams shut, followed by the self-locking of the locks and deadbolts, all to Xavier’s horror.
A man in an iron prison? A star for a brain? Xorn mocks. He kept thinking it was too obvious, but he still missed it, he tells Xavier. There was no Feng Tu mutant prison in China… he assembled it especially for the occasion. Reaching out with his hand, energy cracking from his fingertip, Xorn asks the startled Xavier if he has any idea how much he’s hated the pretense. His simpering homilies, his Zen diaries, his sickening New Age passivity? How long he’s waited to do this?
His eyes wide in pain, Xavier collapses to the floor, energy rippling through his legs. Standing over the collapsed headmaster, Basilisk chuckles, proclaiming Xavier crippled again. Across the room, Xorn informs Xavier that his Nano-Sentinels were gluing his spine together all this time. He’s been holding him up… and now he’s cutting his strings. As he speaks, Xorn’s metal mask begins to raise of its own accord off of his head, revealing a very flesh and blood head beneath. He’s such a clever man, Xorn tells Xavier, but nowhere near as clever as he likes to think.
Running through the remains of the asteroid, Jean is in disbelief as much as horror. But… but he’s dead… how can he… she trails, trying to make sense of what they have learned. He’s trying to provoke a war, Wolverine remarks. Magneto’s not dead! Magneto set them up!
Before the two can reach the X-Plane, it explodes. The resulting jarring of the asteroid, causes the two X-Men to go flying within, even as the asteroid, Asteroid M, begins a slow and methodical approach toward the sun, draw in by its gravity well.
Back in his former classroom, the unmasked Xorn reels at his victory. His oldest foe, lying helpless on the floor beneath him, he is finally triumphant. Levitating the metallic helmet of his former alias with the ease of his mutant-born magnetic powers, the mutant supremacist known as Magneto gloats. “X-Men emergency indeed,” he tells Xavier. “The dream is over.”