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Le Pew
Fantomex’ mindscape:Well, hello there, EVA’s holographic form as a young woman fixing something greets Fantomex. Been a while since he needed a chitchat with her. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he’s been keeping her on standby.
She is a function of his engineered subconscious, he replies. A diagnostic routine. A little voice in his head. He sure knows how to make a girl feel special, she jokes.
He was recently cloned into three separate parts, at least one of which is fundamentally evil. He was uncertain how much clarity she would retain. And how much loyalty.
So why now? she asks. He admits he needs guidance of a most urgent nature. He’s having what en anglais you might call a &%$-scary, bloodcurdling, eyeball-shattering emotional breakdown of epic proportions!
Touching his shoulder, EVA points out his accent is slipping. And it wasn’t so great to begin with. He better start at the start. Oui, bien sur, he begins. Her name was Anais…
This another romantic thing? EVA scoffs. Another obsession? This time it’s different, he explains.
Past / narrationThey found her prowling Montmartre. They put out a rumor yesterday about des terroristes targeting Sacre Coeur, so they knew she’d be nearby. She is… how do you say… un espion… a spy. Last survivor of the Saharan cat people… something like that. Le Fantomex does not concern himself with mission briefings. She can control cats, is invisible to psychics, she has l’agilité incroyable and a very strong sixth sense.
Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, she could already sense she was being stalked. They could not close in without her smelling the approach. That is except for MeMe. MeMe deployed an odor tag on Anais’ back before the mark even realized she was there. Such mechanical accuracy!
Mindscape:EVA detects a trace of jealousy. He tells her not to be ridiculous. He was purified of anything so base as envy three million cell generations before his creation. MeMe’s approach was impressive. But only the introduction to the main event.
Past:Behind her, Anais heard a voice: “Ma Cherie… you will run, I think, eh?” Of course, she shall. Always she must play the hard to get. It is in her nature. But they both know in the end… their fateful liaison …c’est inevitable, Fantomex smarmed from a turret nearby.
Mindscape:He pursues. It is one of the many things… non, all the things that he does with perfection.
But to what end? EVA wonders. As if that matters, he scoffs, it is the execution of the task that defines un homme parfait such as he, not the tawdry reason behind it. The prey? Her odor tag was attuned for his heightened senses for this purpose – this chase — alone.  And so? Alors, he chased across rooftops. Leave motives for lesser men. Fantomex is beyond mere meaning. Fantomex is le triomphe of style over substance.
Past:The woman Anais ran up a staircase and in French called for help over her wrist comm device.
MeMe told Cable who was watching from some distance away about the call. Let her. All they need is the time to run her down. That and anonymity. She start giving them details, MeMe is to shut her down.
Anais began describing Fantomex (including his unconvincing accent) and MeMe did just that.
Mindscape:So MeMe saved the day again? EVA asks. She’s an abstract being, Fantomex concedes. For her, this little thing is as easy as breathing. Wouldn’t have been as easy for him, huh? EVA remarks. Fantomex grumbles.
Past:Anais was nowhere to be found. Fantomex got her scent and jumped through a roof window to corner her.
Present:He knows what she’s saying, that he has psychological problems admitting anyone is bett— that – than him. It is an irrelevant question because nobody is better than Fantomex. Ever.
Past:That moment, he was attacked by a bunch of cats, while Anais ran.
Naturally, he attempted to use his powers of misdirection to escape les animaux diabolique but, alors, as everyone knows the skills of illusion do not work on a cat.
Present:That’s a terrible excuse, EVA informs him. Fantomex got split into three. One of the others got this power is all. His skill set’s been wonky for months.
The superskills of Fantomex are never this wonky! Fantomex shouts. Powers do not work on the cats. Ce’st une thing!
Past:Suddenly, the cats let go and ran off thank to Psylocke’s intervention. She went thataway, she remarked, pointing her finger in the direction. Run Forrest!
Present:So, Psylocke saved his life. Is that what this is about? He can’t handle that she not only rejected him romantically – She did not reject him! he shouts. She emasculated him during a mission? EVA continues. That’s not it at all, he sighs.
Past:Fantomex ran after Anais on the street. Realizing she was too far away, he informed Cable that she was heading into the sewer. He won’t be able to make the scent marker there.
In front of Anais, there suddenly was an explosion courtesy of Marrow who cut off her way. With the tunnel blocked, Anais had to return to the streets.
Present:EVA gets it. Psylocke’s not the only one who outdid him today. Les femmes, he sobs. From one such control and from the other such destruction. Each of them, they did things that… EVA tries to comfort him. Things that he couldn’t.
Past:What gives, Le Pew? Cable asked. Sound like he’s blubbering. He’s fine! Fantomex shouted, running after Anais. However, instead of closing the distance, it became clear she was gaining.
Present:Addressing him by his real name, Charlie Cluster 7, EVA tells him this is real simple. He has nanites built into his cerebral cortex. He is a programmed being. He is incapable of even conceiving of the existence of anything greater than him. That would only be a problem if there were anything greater, he points out.
See? The hardwired part of his brain believes he is perfect. But the rational part – her - is aware--- Non non, don’t say it! he shouts. …That he is as fallible as anyone, she continues. He screams in denial.
Past:The chase continued over rooftops. She’s going to get away! Fantomex groaned. Don’t sweat it, Asterix, Cable replied and dropped her. He’s got this. Thanks for the assists, he stated sarcastically. Fantomex sobbed.
Cable checked for her pulse and got none. He warned X-Force that she had a tracker chips. Her buddies would be en route. Get to cover! As they did that, Marrow asked Fantomex if he was okay. He’s fine! he snapped. Perfect!  Parfait!
Present:But he wasn’t, was he? EVA states. People think it’s arrogance. All that attitude, that swagger. They don’t realize how tortured he is. They don’t understand his damaged little brain. He is cognitive dissonance made flesh and it’s been driving him insane.
Reality:On the rooftop, Fantomex falls down. Psylocke tries to tell Cable, who tells her not now. They are here.
The French superbeings surround Anais. Cable identifies them as Le Coq Bleu, Capitaine Fantome, Prochaine Sortie, Le Comte de Nuit – France’s secret spandex service: Le Bureau Discret.  All except the one they need.
Marrow tells Fantomex to make himself useful and translate what they are talking about. Still on the ground, Fantomex retorts how the hell should he know. He doesn’t speak French. When the others look at him shocked, he explains he just likes the accent.
Disgusted, Psylocke offers to translate. She explains that between all the weeping and Gallic melodrama they’ve decided they need to know how she died, so they are calling in the specialist.
Fantomex still lies on the ground drooling.
Fantomex’ mindscape:EVA announces she’s analyzed his little flaw. He does not have a fl—Logically, she continues he has two options: Number one: he comes to terms with the fact that others are simply better than him… in certain specific ways. That there are some things he cannot do. For instance: reading the brain of dead people.
Reality:The expert has arrived, the Necrogateur. He kneels down next to Anais.
Fantomex’ mindscape:Come to terms with it, he repeats. Oui, oui, oui. Non! Non! Non! he shouts. What’s option two? Easy he’s just got to square the circle. Make the delusion of his own superiority into a fact.
Reality:Psylocke warns the creepy guy is onto them. He knows the catlady isn’t dead. Suspended animation bullet, Marrow adds. Doc Nem is gonna be so smug…Cable reminds them of the plan. They hit them all together and do it non-lethally. On his mark—
Nooooo! Fantomex shouts and attacks solo. Je suis le absolute &%$§% best! he shouts, the only man left standing with the exception, of the horrified Necrogateur.
Fantomex informs him he could kill him and all his comrades but on this day he defers to the weakness and mercy of his allies. Temporarily. And by choice. He feels positively wonderful, he finds.
Later at X-Force’s headquarters:Hearing the teleporter, Doctor Nemesis sighs that his idiot sense is tingling. Moments later, the team arrives with the Necrogateur in tow. Holding a gun to his head, Cable orders him to read the scorched corpse of Antonio Aggasiz.
Fantomex’ mindscape:Fantomex finds he is still feeling blue. He wonders why. He did as EVA suggested, prove he was the greatest (at disobeying orders and beating up Eurotrash). It felt good.
Yeah, for all of five minutes, EVA smirks. He thinks an occasional re-up of smugness will stave off this grade of crazy? He needs something more permanent. ‘Course, he could try to genuinely become the best at everything but that’s kinda impractical in the long term. So sooner or later he’s gonna realize there’s just one thing he can do: He’s simply going to have to murder everyone who’s better than him. It’s the only sane choice.
Reality:The Necrogateur finally gets something: He explains this man has been to other Earths and stole technologies there under the order of a man called Volga. One world in particular. One world changed everything. He calls it Earth 1287. There is une locution… a phrase, yes?  A phrase he heard chanted by brave soldiers: “When it comes your time to die…”
Huh, Tecumseh, Cable mutters. Marrow asks what the hell that is. He was a Shawnee war-leader, oh bounteous fount of ignorance, Nemesis replies. He composed a doctrine about the best way to conduct your life. So naturally you gung-ho types ignore all the socially beneficial useful stuff ad focus on the bombastic ending. It goes: “Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
While the others look at the corpse, Fantomex slowly reaches for his gun…


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Floating Stock
Somewhere in the desert:Marrow suns herself in a bikini while once again addressing her thoughts to the person she calls baby. So yesterday they accessed the memories in a dead guy’s brain. No big deal. You’d think it’d be easier to get at hers, right? Wrong, baby. Someone put her %$&)# head through a shredder.
Like, she thinks she remembers being a kid underground but it’s kinda a blur. A haze of beautiful uglies and impossible places. Hatred and isolation. But she guesses the world took that away too. She doesn’t even remember a quarter of what came after. But she’s sure had a lot of faces (sweet, savage, pretty, ugly… who the hell is she supposed to be now?)
Anyway, it’s all a mess up until the lab. She guesses they used mindwipe tech to cover their tracks. Blitzed the whole thing in the process. The bigbad Volga and his people, right? Protecting the secret of whatever they did to repower her. Kinda makes her wonder why not just kill her instead.
Marrow swears. What if they did? What if she’s dead and al this is just her personal heaven? Nah, she’s getting muddled again. Happens easily these days. Mind can’t hold things… Like, sorry, she can’t actually remember who “Baby” is, whoever she’s been talking to all this time. What sorta dummy forgets her own imaginary friend? # %&/ you, baby, whoever you are.
What the *&$% is wrong with her? she groans. Blissful again a moment later, she continues she was gonna tell about the dead guy, right? The one whose barbecued brain they read yesterday?
Flashback:Antonio Aggasiz conjured from behind the veil. He told them Volga took him captive. Set a real special mission for his powers. Antonio could hop dimensions. Volga saw an opportunity to get his hands on all the science tech lying about on other worlds. He took Antonio’s family as hostages. X-Force asked him where Volga hid.
Present:Why is she seeing a floating luxury yacht in the desert? Marrow asks. Cable tells her via comm Volga is a billionaire. What does she expect him to use as a HQ? God, she missed all the superhero &*%$, she decides.
Psylocke and Fantomex are clandestinely climbing the yacht. Cable tells them Marrow is incoming. Psylocke informs him Marrow is barely listening. She can hear her bloody inner monologuing again. The baby-baby thing? he asks. As always. Even her subconscious is irritating. She believes Marrow is actually getting crazier. Doesn’t matter for now, he decides. She’ll do her part. Are they set?
In position, she replies. And the great white git hasn’t dropped a single unconvincing Frenchism all afternoon, so on the whole she’s got a good feeling about this.
He just wants to get it done, okay? Fantomex snaps sullenly. He’s got a headache.
All right, Cable announces, they’ve got their point girl, the flankers and MeMe is set to kill the system the moment they get in. And what is his role? Betsy asks. Carrying a rocket launcher, he grins. Heavy support.
He fires a missile at the yacht. Marrow jumps at the yacht from her motor bike and she climbs upward the hull.
As she attacks the red-masked guards, she sees containment cells, restraints, torture gear. Shouldn’t this feel familiar? If they were holding her here like Antonio, shouldn’t she remember this place? Instead, all she gets are blood samples and warm food. Like they were kinda being nice to her.
Flashback:A nurse or doctor remarks that the subject’s secondary metabolism is responding very well. Perfect substrate left unoccupied, another doctor muses, when the X-allele was removed. If they can simply replicate the chromosomal structure, they could—
Present:It’s senseless, Marrow decides, and a muddle. Like everything. Like whoever Baby is, whoever she is, whyever the hell she keeps talking to Baby. She wonders where Antonio was at the same time. Another part of the yacht, another cozy prison room. When he wasn’t off doing his job…
Flashback:He told them what he found for Volga: On Earth 74, he picked up a musical virus from a race of sentient melodies.
On Earth-2349, he stole a fleshprinter from the palace of the Libervores.
Om Earth-34TAU, he bought a stick of gum packed with anti-rejection picotech.
But none of it meant squat till he hit Earth-1287. It’d been through some sorta alien invasion. Dystopian hell, mankind’s last stand etc. Local scientists developed a treatment to turn soldiers into supers. It world like a charm except for one side effect.
Antonio brought the treatment to Volga, explaining it kills them. They burn out. Their whole culture’s built around the nobility of self-sacrifice and… Da, da, very interesting, Volga cut him off. Does he know what Voga thinks when he hears product has short lifespan? He thinks “repeat customer.”
Present:Clear! Marrow shouts as she kills the last guards. Cable wonders about the weak resistance. MeMe sees a system port and announce she’s going in. However, she wonders why Volga would be so careless to leave a system open for her. The system is completely unguarded. Cable gets suspicious and tells her not to go in there. But too late. Her flying units explode.
Ah, old guy still alive, Volga greets Cable. Impressive. And beautiful Sarah. Dobro Pozhalovat. Tell him, she’s lost weight, nyet? Marrow is puzzled.
Taking his cell phone, Volga walks past his red-masked superguards who chant their motto: “Now it comes our time to die”--. Da da, sing your death song like heroes going home, Volga continues bored. And please to keep stupidfight to maximum quiet, da? Trying to do business call here.
Marrow is the first to attack, still puzzled by the weight comment. The memories get even patchier after the lab. Did she escape? Antonio said it turned out in the end the bastard had his family killed anyway. Used them as guinea pigs. Antonio went to ground. For all the good it did him. Whereas she lost weight? What does that mean? Baby! she realizes. As someone hits her she recalls there was an explosion. Did they dump her there? She thinks she was meant to die and instead… she was saved.
Flashback:Alexandria 30 seconds after the incident:A one-armed Cable carrying an unconscious Hope found a shell-shocked Marrow, who announced they killed her baby…
Present:Marrow bundles on herself She was pr—
Cable asks what she is doing. Psylocke tells him a penny dropped within the little mental’s head. She strongly suggests he get down.
“Youuu killed my Babyyy! “ Marrow screams as her bonegrowths go wild. Psylocke tries to remind her that she knew this already and buried the memory. The bonespikes destroy the glass door and Volga interrupts his call.
Cable calls Dr. Nemesis, explaining the suppressors don’t work anymore. What should they do? Nemesis, who is working on the unresponsive Hope, remarks by the pasting they were taking Marrow is probably saving their lives, so they should cut her some slack and enjoy it instead of moaning.
Marrow’s spikes impale the guards. Volga asks her if there isn’t something she is forgetting. Oh no, Betsy mutters. She doesn’t remember that part. She pleads with Cable to not let him tell her.
Volga bluntly tells Marrow he could give crap about kid. But she knew risks. They told her research program maybe is unsafe for unborn baby. Big price to pay for having back the super-powers, da? She volunteered anyway.
Marrow breaks down, pleading she didn’t mean—
Volga calls more super-powered guards and they quickly take the rest of X-Force out. Get them secured in lab, he orders. Suppressors, psi-shield, the usual.
Cable groans. Volga grabs Cable by the front of his shirt. He is very busy man with businessthings and sexytimes. Also, he dislikes his Americafood stinkybreath. So please to shush! He drags the helpless Cable along. Now he wants what? Super villain monologue? Dastardly plan to rule the world? He could give damn about ruling world. There are two names for people want ruling world and they both mean the same thing: First name, “idiot” – second name, “customer.” He makes weapon, he sells weapon- Does he know best and oldest kind? Peopleweapons. These times he is weapon also, sexytimes bonus for Volga – all cheer!
Calling him a bastard, Cable weakly asks how to cure his daughter. Volga blinds him with a laserbeam from his finger. Shush please! VIP talking. Eh, comedy Russian badguy in fact genuine sadist. Surprise! Now: new improced bioprocess –very good. Research from diemensionhop man, research from bony Sarah. Supersoldiers based on mutant bio-signature in no time flat! Send it to war. Kaboom bang, war win, easy.
He drags him on the yacht’s deck where beautiful bikiniclad women ignore them. Better yet, Volga continues: all temporary. Each soldier, he lives maybe one year, then pop! Honorable sacrifice! Heroic warrior! Nationalistic pride on rampant escalation. And what say grateful warmonger slimeheads of the world? “Same again please, Mr Volga. With extra zero on end and adjust for inflation.”
He breaks Cable’s arm. But earliest prototype? Much shorter lifespan. One day at most. And that is what they injected Cable with in Alexandria. Glowing with green energy, Volga tears off Cable’s bionic arm. So, he doesn’t know how he survived this long.
He dangles Cable over the desert ground. And nyet, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about him or stupid mutants or stupid factions or stupid war. Cares only for product. Cable is walking, talking proof of product defection. So he must kill. Boo-hoo.
He attaches a small device to Cable’s chest. Failsafe genetic code trigger to set off genetic meltdown early. Specific sequence of notes. This is how he made go kaboom poor lady in Alexandria. All blamed on mutants. Win-win. Dasvidanya, old guy Cable.
He drops him to the ground. The device whistles a sequence of notes. Cable screams and explodes.
Volga calls his customer, the general, to inform him the interruption is over. Nothing important. New acquisition, dreary haggling with previous owner. Product all his now…


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Alexandria
Pleased, Volga looks at his captives held in tubes, Marrow, Psylocke and Fantomex. Meanwhile, MeMe is caught in the computer system. Thinking of what happened to Cable, she angrily swears at him, threatening to kill Volga, who chuckles amused.
She had a different name once. That doesn’t matter now. She’s not really alive. She’s not really dead. But Cable is. And her non-existent heart is breaking.
She’s being held in a cage of disconnected data, doomed to linger on the entertainment provided. Volga locked her in the video library. In the library of his best hits. Surveillance footage, some from the yacht, some from his goons, some stolen (by her. When she was his slave. But she is different now).
She’s different and she can’t watch Cable die, so she spirals deeper through favored files until she realizes it’s time to see how the story really began. Back in Alexandria…
File / flashback:It was a security and defense symposium or really an arms fair. CCTV coverage at every angle. Every nation, every faction, every player of the game – Bonds, Bournes and bin Ladens alike – represented on the floor. And Cable brought his kid. Until now MeMe’d assumed he’d come for the tech. But you can see it from the love in his eye. He came for the simple pleasure of spending time with his daughter and he figured – poor dumb old wardog – guntopia would make a cute venue.
Hope chose to enter the panel “moderating the murder: a debate on arms regulation,” where human rights lawyer and arms reform advocate Ms. Antjie Quoboza was booed by the audience. Unimpressed and smiling, she told the audience to save their hostility for someone they can successfully intimidate. She’d hoped to speak today on the unethical practices of the arms industry. Perhaps even change one or two of their minds not nodding off at the lack of superguns and bikinis on stage.
Hope admired her. But she’s a lawyer, Cable pointed out disturbed.
Sadly, her talk won’t be possible, Ms. Quoboza continued. In fact, she’s been asked to leave the premises by the expo directors. It seems they have learned she is a mutant. An unexpected turn she herself only discovered this morning.
Cable suddenly blinked, having a premonition of horror to come.
Ms. Quoboza continued that, mutant or not, she has the same right to be here as any of them. This is just another example of the Neolithic mentality which prevails wherever boys gather to play with their toys.
Nobody could see the wave-disrupting signal breaching the expo defenses. A signal singing in the lady’s earpiece. MeMe did that. Under order from Volga (Feels like a lifetime ago. She doesn’t remember it.).
Ms. Quoboza groaned and sank to her knees, losing control of her power. Cable tried to get to her through the crowd, probably planning to teleport away with her before she blew. But Volga and his goons were in for the drama. One of the redmasks shot Cable with a dart, injecting him with the drug.
Somebody stop him! Hope cried. Going for a knife, Cable told her to look away as he cut off the arm, hoping to prevent the poison from spreading further.
Now they know that both he and the lady were injected with a prototype of Volga’s biotech.
Hope reached out, trying to help. As a pluripotent echopraxic, she instinctively copied his power signature including whatever weirdness had just poisoned him. An abstract copy of something they don’t even understand in chemical form. She was blown away and lost consciousness.
Ms. Quboza was about to blow and Cable did the only thing he could, teleporting himself and Hope away.
The Alexandria incident took out half the world’s spooks and gunsmiths, right after a noted advocate of weapon reform declared her mutantism. Tighter regulation happened all right. But not on guns. Paranoid planet. Helluva time to be a smarmy arms-guru with a hot new product.
The videos are garbled after that. A few sketchy views from half-dead streetcams and traffic TV.
Cable and his kid ‘porting back to the ashes. Fantomex lurking nearby (why was he there?). Marrow dumped to die (her usefulness over).
And her. She supposes she was with Volga the whole time. In a way. Tortured. Family murdered. Forced to comply. It’s as if it’s not really hers to remember. Not until Marrow headbutted a plane and the memories take over from the filenames and in the haze of it all a face like a warzone leans in and says: You’re safe now.” And after that her life kept on changing for the better. Right up until it didn’t.
MeMe sends swearwords at Volga who muses that she’s being very shouty. Never that crazy when work for him. Why so sad about old guy anyway? Not importing. He erase her now. Use others for target practice, experiment, pinata fun, etc da? And please bring martini, he tells his guards. Also mankini for victory tanning. He is feeling today truly on top of—
A detonation flattens them.
Cable followed by Dr. Nemesis steps through the hole in the wall. Bad penny, he announces. His teammates react shocked. How? Betsy asks. Science, Nemesis replies smugly.
Copies, Volga realizes. Is very clever. He is understand. Cable shoots him. Understand this. While he frees his teammates, he tells Nemesis to release MeMe from the computer system. Go and atomize things, Nemesis replies. Grown-up at work.
Volga returns with more super-powered guards. He speculates Cable’s real body is at home in stasis. And every day the new copy? Memories downloaded with clever 90ies headband. And then kaboom! Just as Volga intended. How many times has his product killed him? How many more times will he die for him? Many as it takes! Cable shouts and hits him.
MeMe is out and ecstatic to see Cable alive. He tells her to skip it. He wants the records. She tells him she can’t access the system. They are rigged. He had a more hands-on approach in mind! he shouts. Look outside! New toys. She squees and enters the new flying units.
X-Force fight the goons. Cable tells Psylocke he need a way to shut them down. She points out they are psychically masked. She isn’t, he points at Marrow. Betsy takes over the semi-catatonic Marrow and impales the guards with bone growths.
Addressing Fantomex, Nemesis explains they need to attach these teleportation braindarts to each of the remaining superpowered idiots trying to kill them and since he is the best shot-- Fantomex unexpectedly kisses him on the mouth. Merci for understanding la verité, he tells him. The best. How right he is. The best. Together he manage to hit most of the masks.
Cable orders a widecast psi-beam, excepting him and Marrow. Four tone melody. Handing her a notesheet, Nemesis trusts Lady Snobbington’s Britschool taught her a little music in-between dentistry avoidance and spelling ‘Aluminum’ wrong. She likes to play, Betsy replies and transmits the notes. Cable orders a bodyslide for the guards and in space they explode.
His eyes glowing with green energy, Volga breaks Cable’s grip. He realizes Cable recorded an audio failsafe last time Volga killed him and uploaded it for the next clone to know. Very clever, old guy, he mocks.
But will not work on Volga. He didn’t make himself with same weakness. Weaponized process used on self? Purest. Also bestest. This Volga, he can astral project! He can energy manipulate! He is finest warrior of sexytimes alive! What is limit of his powers? How many centuries does he live? Who can say? Not even him. So, big question, old-guy-who-wants-to-save-his-daughter, is this: How does he thinks he can make Volga tell him anything?
He hulks up and greenish demonlike spirits appear around him. Cable hits him in the groin and grabs him by the throat. He doesn’t need to, Cable replies. He’s got his labs, he’s got his scientists. Volga’s just the *&%$& he skims off the top.
Volga whistles a short tune.
Did the big bad just auto-explode the boss again? Fantomex asks. Psylocke figures the tune is different. MeMe announces it wasn’t Cable’s self-destruct but Volga’s.
Volga begins to deform and laughs madly. Cable shouts they need to bodyslide Volga out of here. Nemesis points out the teleporter is still recharging. Nobody’s going anywhere!
Please not to be thinking this is just sourgrapes, Volga chuckles. Not matter of defeat. Is simply he cannot allow them to learn secrets of his technologies, da? From his labs or his head. It violates most basic principle of aggressive market monopoly.
Cable shouts at Marrow to mourn her kid later. Music’s about to end! While Cable still holds Volga, Marrow jumps in front of the rest of X-Force and creates a protective shield from her bone growths.
Cable vows an army of him will hunt Volga through hell. Volga explodes taking Cable and his lab with him.
Nemesis thinks they have won. Hypothesis is about to be confirmed in the presence of whiskey and blankets. Science blankets. Fantomex points out Cable is dead again. Does that matter? Rather depends on your point of view, Betsy replies. Anyone see any of MeMe’s drones make it out of the wreck?
One of MeMe’s drones sees Volga’s skeleton (or part of it), Cable’s arm still holding his throat, laughing. Who knows what is limit of Volga’s power? So hunt yourself in hell, old guy!
Later in their HQ, MeMe informs the others that Volga is still alive. Sort of. All for nothing. Not for nothing, Fantomex opines. They destroyed the lab and stopped the production of those mutant abominations. Betsy shushes them. It’s him. Is it? the latest Cable clone asks. Kind of up for debate, huh?
MeMe looks at the original Cable in his stasis tank and asks if he is conscious. No, full TV dinner stasis, Nemesis replies while equipping the latest clone. He’s defrosted for a few minutes every time they run the copier, just to transfer basis memory engrams. Then it’s just a matter of passing along the grunt-like notes of previous versions recorded on the thought log and hey presto: A knockoff of the humorless monomaniac they all know and know. Sadly complete with a similarly convincing knockoff of the infuriating explosive, decaying metabolic substrate infecting the source, he mutters.
The original dies two minutes at a time, the Cable clone announces. The rest of them die once a day. But it’s worth it. Don’t they ever doubt that. Small price to pay. For their nation. For their rights. For their place in the world. And for her. He looks at the comatose Hope.
Betsy assures him they will find Volga and get some answers. He tells them he’d like to be alone with his daughter, please.
As they head out, Psylocke telepathically tells MeMe she has to tell him who she is. MeMe plays dumb. Betsy tells her the real MeMe been braindead since the planecrash. She’s been riding piggyback on her powers ever since. “Pluripotent echopraxic,” right? MeMe begs her not to tell Cable. He’d send her away. This is the only way for her to stay close to him.
Cable stands at Hope’s bedside. The real body of MeMe in her container is in the same room.
My name is MeMe. My name is Hope Summers. I’m not really alive. I’m not really dead. But then… that’s okay. That’s all fine, because neither is my dad.


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Quis Custodiet
X-Force HQ, the former SHIELD heli-carrier Pericles, in the Pacific Ocean:Sitting at the edge of the platform and watching the sharks circling below, Betsy Braddock asks Cable if he ever gets the feeling something awful is circling around. Some dark presence waiting for him to screw up? Does he ever get that?
Ornery looking bastards, Cable says, referring to the sharks. She doesn’t mean them, she protests. Though they are getting bolder. Them and the bloody flies. She shoos the flies away. Predators and pets, that’s them all over. There are more every day.
He wouldn’t know, Cable replies as he returns to target practice. Not the kind of memory he passes on. She looks at him and asks how he does it. He replies that each clone records a thought log during the day. For important notes. All get saved and copied, so the next him wakes up with it in pl—
That’s not what she was asking, Betsy interrupts. He fires another shot. She wants to know how he dies each day, he finally says. He turns to clean his gun. Bullets, pills… Honest answer is he doesn’t know. The fact this place is still standing tells him they are all taking care of themselves before Volga’s self-destruct kicks in… but the thought logs aren’t really detailed. Not gonna help motivate tomorrow’s guy if the first thing he hears is a running commentary of his own suicide, he mutters. Right now his plan is two hits of morphines and a nosedive into the reactor. Clean. No body.
If it weren’t so morbid, she muses, it would be fitting. Fuelling his own HQ. He’s got a lot in common with this place. She means still formidable in spite of the wear and tear? he asks. No, she replies, surprised. She means wrecked, abandoned, stripped of anything useful and trying to keep its guns working while bobbing about outside anyone’s jurisdiction. Sorry.
They head inside. Thanks for going easy on the condemned man, he snorts. Tough love, she replies. Everyone’s worried about him. Well, she is anyway, she amends. She touches his shoulder. She can’t begin to imagine what he goes through every day, but if there’s anything she can do… any comfort she can give… in any way… She’s here for him. She’s his friend.
Cable looks at her coldly and shakes off her hand. He dies every night, he replies. This version of him isn’t the one she spoke to yesterday. Won’t be the same tomorrow. No continuity. No consciousness hopping between bodies. One brain dies. The next one fires up. He’s got no idea if that “comfort” *&%$ was her awkward-ass idea of flirting or just limey speak for wanting to buy him a beer but, for her own sake as much as his, get it into her head: A dead man can’t have friends!
Elsewhere, an old friend and teammate of his, Domino, is running and fighting for her life and trying to reach Cable via comm without reply. He’s not listening, a voice mocks. Nobody is. Nobody to watch over her, except him. How does he know this frequency? she demands. He knows everything, he laughs, calling her Neena. That’s the point. He knows she can’t understand why Cable’s forgotten her. He knows she’s cashed a money trail here on his orders anyway.
Freeze! another voice sounds. Domino finds herself surrounded by armed militants. The first voice continues she’s itching to slink through his ostentatiously retro portal, referring to the barred portal behind her, and she’s wondering if her fuzzy good fortune power is strong enough to open the barrier. He’s seen how she works, he continues condescendingly. Some tacky Mary-Sue get-out. Like… she’ll sneeze and accidentally speaks the unpronounceable alien password. He scoffs. Not this time, Neena. It’s too improbable, even for her. He’s done the math.
Guess a girl can’t get by on luck alone, Dom grins and suddenly runs for cover, having attached an explosive to the bars. The bars explode and the militants are conveniently taken out as well. Domino steps into the mysterious portal.
A nice restaurant with the improbable guests Dr. Nemesis and Marrow (who now dyes her hair blue):He simply saw red, wouldn’t she? Nemesis narrates an anecdote. The gibbering idiot mistimed the Muon Cascade by half a picosecond and ruined the whole experiment. He had no choice but to design a Gatling laser and shoot him in his stupid face. Nazi cyborg monkeys make the worst assistants! Anyway, that rather brings him to the point. Some of their colleagues are concerned … her biological misadventures… may have put a str—
Some of their colleagues can go jump in lava forever, Marrow shoots back. When’s he gonna stop using big words and admit he brought her here ‘cos he waaaants her? Also, his story sucked.
Nonplussed, he tries to continue. She’s recently endured a suite of science traumas ranging from chromosomal geneborking – that’s a technical term - to the miscarriage of her child. As a result, he’d expect her to be even more of a maladjusted insult to sentience than she was before. Instead, she merely plumbs the depths of hairstyle horror and critiques his anecdotes. Psychology is not his forte – it’s difficult to study minds when you see little evidence of them – but it’s clear that Marrow’s become emotionally dissociative on the grounds that normal society can’t hurt her if she has no investment in it.
That’s stupid! Marrow babbles. She’s so invested in normal society. She shouts at some other patrons, threatening them and calling them mutant-hating, prejudiced bigot &//%$.
Behold the shimmering genius-rage that is truth, Nemesis mutters. She is not a mutant! he shouts. Her powers have been temporarily synthesized by a decomposing metabolic substrate. Within one year, she will die in an orgy of cellular immolation and he will cast overpriced risotto upon the unmourned smear of her corpse! Her incorrect use of cutlery is the shame of the ecosphere, there have been flies hovering around her all evening and, madam, he is leaving!
Unimpressed, she claims he wants to go to bed with her sooo bad.
He prepares to bodyslide. “Practice your bedside manner,” Cable said, he mutters. “Give her the bad news somewhere nice.” He’ll bodyslide his boot right up Cable’s—
Marrow calls for coffee and asks if he wants some. Hearing the magic word he decides to resume his science tantrum following a civilized caffeine hiatus. Is it good coffee? he asks hopefully. Does she think it comes with biscotti?
Very much elsewhere:A room with a beautiful princess (strangely attached to somewhere with a line) and a speaking owl. She enjoys her enchanted tower when suddenly the owl cries for help. An ugly troll climbs through window, telling her it’s here to help. She’s gonna get them out of here. Let her just disconnect this tether thing and—
Reality:The princess’s tether disconnected. They are in reality where the princess is an ugly little creature who demands to be put back into the dream. The troll is really Domino. The Owl is a head attached to the wall. Still in the dream, he calls for the wizard king to help them. The small creature grabs the tether. Surrounded by flies, Domino tells him not to put that back. Idiot! the creature scoffs. It’s an unloved demon spawn with an origin story longer than her life. Poor Sidney’s a reanimated Soviet experiment. Their lives are misery and persecution. They prefer the unreality he offers!
He returns to the dream. Domino / the troll asks who he is. The voice from before asks if she doesn’t recognize him. It breaks his crusty heart to operate incognito. But they must all take consolation in the epoch-defining glory of his new body! Come take his sticky consolation! the creature, whose masked face is part of his torso offers.
X-Force’s HQ:Fantomex sits on the with crossed legs. MeMe addresses him. He tells her leave to leave him alone. He has a desperate case of superhuman ennui and only by staring at this rusty rivet can he hold back the violent urges which possess him. Also he seems to be attracting flies.
She notes that, apart from the accent, his foreign talk seems to have all gone. He confides Betsy makes fun when he gets the genders in French wrong. But the way MeMe speaks has also been changing. The words are often in the correct order now.
She explains she is gaining control. This transhuman stuff is a lot to get used to. Living without a body is paradise but it is boring here as there is only her. Not interested, he retorts, he has problems of his own. MeMe insists he has a lame self-confidence meltdown and is forgetting what makes him different / stronger /better. For instance? he asks eagerly. For instance there are teeny tiny robots in his bloodstream, she reminds him and takes him into the datascape.
He immediately notices her avatar has red hair. She changes its color and denies it. She’s bored and he’s miserable. She figures there’s one solution. She touches him and he feels ecstasy. Agitated, he protests his heart belongs to another. No heart involved, she laughs, No bodies, no witnesses, no problem. She returns him to his body as the boss wants them in a briefing, but look her up when he’s ready. And bear in mind: there’s no shame in getting lucky.
Elsewhere, Domino somersaults over her mysterious captor and is on the run, followed by the not so skilled guards, her luck power keeping her from being shot. Her captor singsongs her name and shouts the alarm is ringing for her. Won’t she stop running for a moment and consider the facts?
Back at the X-Force HQ, the team gathers. Doc and Marrow are the last holding a very serious and civilized discussion about coffee sorts. Cable orders them to sit and shut up. They beat Volga. Any other team, that would be reason for cheering. But for them it means the bad guy got away. They screwed up. He’s out there. He can build suicide supers built from mutant biology and because they don’t understand the process the way Volga does Cable’s daughter. Is. Still. Broken. If he hears anyone call that a victory he’ll break their arms.
Elsewhere:Domino has reached a room full of TV screens depicting scenes from people’s lives. Mutants, her captor explains. He’s got nothing against them. In fact, he loves them but you’ve got to be reasonable. Fighting among themselves. Inexperienced noobs going kaboom. Nobody wants another Phoenix. Is it so wrong to keep a lookout for the bad eggs?
X-Force HQ:Cable explains Volga is just the first step. They are declaring war on any country that uses mutant derived tech. So they target the potential customers: military, criminals, freedom fighters… They pry, they listen to every damn rumor and watch like hawks.
Elsewhere:Domino, a steel tentacle around her neck, shouts this is a &%$&# surveillance set-up. Her captor agrees. Every mutant they can find. Watched 24 hours a day. Just in case. It’s for the best.
Domino shouts that it’s a violation of their basic human---
X-Force HQ:Psylocke protests, Cable’s talking about crushing the civil liberties of countless people, hoping one trail will lead to his target. MeMe agrees it feels gross and wrong.
Elsewhere:Don’t talk to him about human rights, he retorts. Is it a human right to be blown up by an out of control mutant? Or get stuck in the middle when an X-battle rumbles through? Is it a human right to walk among time bombs without anyone to keep an eye out?
X-Force HQ:Cable insists their species is a gnat’s ass away from extinction. In the face of that, are they really gonna protest about privacy?
Elsewhere:Her captor tells Domino that 97 governments are paying him for the mutant intel he provides. The same money trail she followed to find him. You can’t argue with the duly elected. They have their best interests at heart.
X-Force HQ:He’s got their best interests in mind, Cable assures his team, but he gets it. If it squares with their conscience, this is his call. The buck stops with him.
Elsewhere:Her captor tells Domino that all who work there are volunteers but she will see soon enough. He takes another of the tethers from the wall.
X-Force HQ:He’s just proposing they pay attention to possible-nasties as well as definite nasties, Cable tells his team. Is that so bad?
Elsewhere:What real harm is being done here? her captor asks Domino. Here’s the truth:
X-Force HQ:If you’ve got nothing to hide, Cable states.
Elsewhere:…You’ve got nothing to fear, the mystery being states.
As the team leaves, Cable tells them they’ll start tomorrow. Now he has things to do. Dying and suchforth. He notes Betsy staying behind and asks what’s on her mind. She admits she was coming on to him that morning. Subtle as a train wreck. She figured that was more his speed. It occurred to her that perhaps he’d overlooked the silver lining in his dreary little cloud. A lover with one night to live is a lover with no strings attached. That’s someone she could use in her life right now.
When he stammers, she announces she changed her mind. Leave a brain-note to tomorrow’s fanatical fundamentalist, would he? Mission goal: go back to being better than the bad guys. She leaves after giving him a peck on the cheek.
Cable takes off his arm prosthesis and asks Fantomex, who is lingering around the corner, what he wants. He just transmitted his thoughtlog and he’s got fifteen minutes before he goes up like a damn sun. He prefers to be alone if it’s all the same to him.
Elsewhere:Domino shouts the slogans that he is spouting are just a lazy lie to keep idiots cheering you on the way to tyranny.
X-Force’s HQ:Une probleme with the morality of the mission? Fantomex asks and chuckles. His concerns are a little more… existential.
Elsewhere:Now connected via the tether, Domino groans Cable will come for her. He won’t stand for this.
X-Force’s HQ:Fantomex describes that he is unable to accept another’s superiority. Mental programming, cerebral nanobots, blablabla. And yet he follows Cable’s orders. In battle, Cable has saved his life. And just now he saw him kissing with la belle who has rejected Fantomex. He will appreciate the paradox is crippling.
Elsewhere:Domino’s captor mocks that Cable has forgotten her. But don’t be too angry with him. He’s not half the man he used to be. See for herself. A screen shows the events currently transpiring between Fantomex and Cable.
X-Force’s HQ:While Cable isn’t even looking at him and taking up a syringe, Fantomex continues that in dark moments he contemplates murdering the entire team – only to restore his superiority. But he has discovered a solution. It is not perfect, but it allows him to get by. He has pursued it for several days and seen a marked improvement.
He gonna get to the point any time soon? Cable asks, still not turning around. Fantomex aims his gun at him. It’s as Cable said: it is his team. The buck stop with him. Fantomex shoots him in the head and Domino watches horrified.
Elsewhere:He’d be amazed at some of their techniques, her captor says as he turns Domino’s face away from the screen.
X-Force’s HQ:Fantomex drags Cable’s corpse to the edge of the platform and drops him into the ocean. “Same time tomorrow, Mr. Sharky! Mon dieu, what is it with these damn flies?” he mutters.


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War on Terror
A helicopter nears a mountainous area in Wajiristan.Aboard are Tom Starling, a rookie, his female superior and journalist Jack Wigmore. What is he looking for? Jack asks Tom. Eye of Sauron, the boy replies as he peers down. It’s what his people call IEDs these days, he explains. Johnny Taliban comes out at night. Uses a burning tire to melt a ring outta the tarmac on the road. Hides a bomb underneath. Little circle on the heat-scope: “Eye of Sauron.”
In his notes, the reporter states that the rookie was nervous and hadn’t wasted one single chance to prattle. But then he hadn’t wasted a chance to set him off either. Journalistic instinct— or just nerves even worse than his?
How do Americans call it? he asks. Yanks always have to be bigger and bolder, Tom laughs. “Phoenix Fire.”
Corporal Thomas Starling volunteered for this mission and the journalist wonders who was cruel enough to take him up on that offer.
The woman who sits at the front of the chopper sharply orders the rookie to be quiet. Jack doesn’t know her real name. For all he knows, she was christened Ma’am and picked a career to match. A petty, pissy cold-eyed bully who had been on his case since—
The woman warns Wigmore that she has no idea what strings he pulled to get assigned here but she does not approve of embedded journalists, especially on missions so secret the “classified” uses fairy blood as ink. She’ll be checking his reports every day. One slip, one loose word or one grotesque Americanism and she will have him irradiated. Immediately, Wigmore changes her description in a positive way.
They land and the woman, Thomas and Wigmore leave the chopper to meet the grunts, Captain Riggs and his men, the Pheasant Pluckers, none of whom are overly pleased to see them. Riggs warns them not to mess up. One wrong step and they are all dead.
As far as Wigmore knows they are an elite group drafted from within the British S.A.S.. They had been assigned a fresh recruit for a mission deep inside Taliban country He doesn’t so much mind the frosty reception but observes Tom taking it hard.
When Tom asks a soldier where he should sleep, the other man just spits on the ground.
Wigmore observes the other soldiers and figures they are much the same, chiseled from the same damn rock. United in their calm and contempt for weakness as Tom learns the next day when he stumbles over his own bootlaces.
Wigmore writes they are united in a singular obsession with their mission. Find and annihilate the Quadees. They’d come out of the south. Their politics were familiar: Sharia for all, death to the West, but their tactics were different. No IEDs, no bomb-bolts. These guys hit hard in person and left nothing but the fillings of your teeth. Six towns, two airstrips and three NATO patrols, bleached bone and soot. No one knew how they did it or where they went afterward. The Afghani government forbade its allies from antagonizing them but the Brits apparently didn’t get that memo. Bottom line: these guys had to be quiet.
One of the soldiers threatens to cut off Tom’s feet if he doesn’t walk quieter.
Jack Wigmore muses about the identity of the woman who clearly is calling the shots.
Tom addresses Wigmore, who notes he is taking a lot of pills. Army regs, Tom tells him. Hay fever, eczema, he doesn’t know what half these things do. He fears the others are staring again and mutters you don’t see them having bloody allergies. He wanted to be here to prove himself, serve his country. But he gets it. In their place, he’d wonder too. He doesn’t know why she picked him either. Bad nerves, shoddy eyes and gay as a summer’s morning. He was stupid to think the likes of them would respect a lanky ginger tosspot like him. Jack tells him he’s being too hard on himself. And he likes redheads.
In the morning, the soldiers see a cloaked figure standing high above on a steep rock. When they try to shoot the figure, a sniper takes out their rifles. Tom panics and the woman sharply orders him to calm down.
They get another cloaked figure in the crossfires. Laughing madly, she attacks with sharpened bone protrusions. However, another cloaked figure drags her off into a cave before she actually hurts the soldiers too badly. Captain Riggs notes they stole the weapons and the radio.
On the morning of the third day, they clock a tall one-eyed figure in the mountains. One soldier protests he put a bowie knife into that one’s back. He knows a kill-wound when he sees it. He guesses those Quadee lads are pretty tough. Captain Riggs calls him an idiot. Whoever these people are, they aren’t Quadees. Another soldier explains the tracks are wrong. They walk like westerners, all swagger and sweat.
Another cloaked figure runs on a mountain range nearby. Shouting ‘allo, he fires his two guns at them. More to get their attention than anything else. Eyes up! the Captain shouts. Much obliged, a man dressed in white with a surgical mask remarks from a cave nearby and shoots one of them with a syringe. The sergeant goes into a killing rage. Jack believes he sees green energy come from his mouth as he hallucinates.
The woman reminds Captain Riggs they can’t risk him blowing their cover over a hallucination. He replies he is one of his people. You don’t give up on family! She doesn’t know what she’s #&%$* asking. She isn’t asking, she replies sharply. Riggs carries him away.
The woman orders Wigmore to show her what he has written so far. Since he’s been careful about what he actually wrote, she is pleased by what she reads. The official version goes that the captain buried the sergeant in the desert after he was killed by a mortar strike.
They are nervous as the night starts. Tom strikes up a conversation with Jack figuring their enemies are provoking them like they wanna know what they can do. Like old school super-villains? Jack opines. Scheming to “test the mettle of my foes. Bwahaha!” instead of killing them. That’s stupid, he laughs. Tom alleges to weird stuff that he can’t talk about. Things he volunteered for. When Jack asks for more Tom suddenly kisses him, then apologizes. He came to be one of them but they hate him. He doesn’t want to die feeling despised.
From above, Psylocke watches them. She jumps down in front of them and sticks her psiblade into the ground creating a shockwave.
The woman recognizes Psylocke and puts on a device onto her brow to bock her telepathy out. In one smooth movement, Betsy attacks both a soldier and the journalist. Tom becomes agitated and the woman anxiously orders him to calm down.
Before he can do anything, someone shoots him from the mountain taking him out. The captain and the other men have had enough. Ignoring the woman’s orders, they suddenly reveal superpowers and power up.
Jack scans them with his tablet, muttering ‘quasi-mutant signature.’ Their attackers disappear but the woman becomes suspicious of Jack. She demands to know who he is working for.
That moment, a black helicopter approaches. The woman orders the men to switch off their powers. The chopper lands and from it step MI13 agents Pete Wisdom, Meggan Braddock aka Gloriana and Dr. Faiza Hussein aka Excalibur.
Wisdom identifies the woman as MI6 agent Melinda Argyll and their dislike is clearly mutual. He doesn’t mean to worry her, he announces, but she seems to have tumbled into an unusually deep patch of dangerous superhumans. Faiza suggests to keep still. They can only see movements.
Melinda protests they have no business-- Feigning innocence, Meggan asks Pete if superhuman affairs aren’t exclusively the affair of MI13? That sounds familiar, Faiza chimes in. As in them, not her. Can’t be, Pete protests. Otherwise dear old Melly would be busy explaining what she’s doing in the desert with a bunch of unregistered British superbeings, wouldn’t she?
Argyll stammers. Cards on the table, Wisdom announces. A spot of the old conniving interagency competition he can understand. Her double oh types have been after the spandex contract for years. But it’s the sheer bloody incompetence he can’t forgive. Someone got into her department’s intranet. Sort of thing he keeps an eye on. Tweaked some settings, approved a few unconventional permissions. Nobody gave clearance for a reporter on this trip, he clarifies and uses his hot knives to shoot off Jack Wigmore’s head. Several laughing holographic faces pop out and MeMe announces just when she thought she might have a future in journalism.
Their journo is a bloody machine, Pete explains. Worse, Tom shouts. She’s a girl!
It’s worse than that too, Cable announces from above: She’s with them.


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X-Force have just revealed themselves to the clandestine British troop, the Pheasant Pluckers. and the operatives of MI-13.
Once, Dr. Nemesis sighs. Just once. Dialogue! Pack-mammal reasoning before instinct led violence. Please?
Tribal Waziristan:(instinct-led violence for the win, as the two groups are at each other’s throats.)
Agent Cargyll assures Pete Wisdom that X-Force have assaulted them, jeopardized a critical mission and imperiled national security. More important, she knows #&$* they don’t. He can’t let them take her. Yeah, yeah, Pete sighs, he knows the lot. Quick and dirty! he orders. Taking out the teleporter’s the key. Leave that to them, the super-powered captain replies.
While Nemesis pleads for dialogue, MeMe tells Cable he was right. The soldiers scan as pseudo-mutants. Definitely Volga’s work. Limeylady’s got the info.
Cable informs his team that the other side’s top trump is the blonde in the bubble (Meggan) and orders to concentrate fire on her.
Nemesis remarks that there are some fascinating flies out here. They could all just get a nice cup of coffee and—
Psylocke reminds Cable he is referring to her sister-in-law. They better leave Meggan to her. They do so like to keep their violent dysfunction within the family.
Ignored, Nemesis plops down and swears.
Captain Riggs gets in Betsy’s way and warns her to back off, only to be attacked by Fantomex. One of the soldiers scrambles the teleporter signal, causing MeMe to mess with him.
Ha! Wisdom exclaims as he uses his hot knife to sever Cable’s arm prosthesis. Cable mimics him and hits him in the face with his gun.
Marrow throws bone spikes at a very confused Faiza Hussein. Psylocke calls Marrow to her side since she isn’t very successful at attacking Meggan, who chides her that no doubt she will claim later there is a good reason for this. But they both know Betsy’s never needed much excuses to bloody her blade, just as they both know she’s never been a match for her.
Psylocke orders Marrow to touch her. Knew she fancied her, Marrow leers and complies. Marrow touches Psylocke and Meggan jolts back powerfully, taking out both herself and Betsy.
What? Marrow asks. Empathic ubermorph, Dr. Nemesis informs her. Stronger than a god but just as malleable. He imagines “Baroness Stabby” there guessed Marrow’s sociopathic post-traumatic atom brain might engender some contact killjoying. He’d say she underestimated. Predictably Marrow mumbles kill kill as she scuttles off.
So is she a doctor too? Dr. Nemesis asks Faiza Hussein. Fancy some coffee? Tea, if he has some, she replies. Off-handedly, he shoots her with a syringe, calling tea filthy stuff.
Tom the rookie is getting agitated as he sees that the real Quadees have shown up and are abducting Agent Argyll. Tom begins to emit energy. Everyone stop! he shouts and lashes out with the energy. Chopper’s buggered! Porter’s out! Quadees took the agent! Start #*$§#*& talking! Dialogue win, Nemesis groans weakly.
 A little later, all of them (save for Dr. Nemesis) sit around a fire and trade stories. The captain explains Agent Argyll told them it was approved to convert double hard bastards into gods. All been tested, she said. No risk. Only rule was to keep it secret. So yeah: they better bloody believe they volunteered.
Tom stammers it was that way for him too. Chance to be a hero, she said.
The captain grimly summarizes what X-Force told him. That they are saying they got these powers from that Ivan Volga and they will kill them within a year?
Pete Wisdom asks Cable how he even found these lads. Even he didn’t know about them and he’d watched Mel like a hawk. MeMe explains there was a discrepancy in the service files. Soldiers with a patchy record suddenly get citation / promotion / transfer. Bumped up to elite units. Something fishy about it. Not based on merits.  She isn’t talking about him, is she? Tom fears. He stalks away swearing.
Wisdom is impressed by Cable’s people watching the whole world. They needed evidence, Cable replies. MeMe pulled some strings. Became a reporter. Rest of them’s been trying to probe a response since.
Nemesis is examining a strange insect under a microscope. He asks MeMe for her input but she isn’t interested and instead flies over to Tom and asks if he is okay. He sulks at her to leave him alone. She’s just a… girl.
She laughs. Identity is kinda pick ‘n’ mix when you’re a post-organic lifeform. But maybe they got more in common than he thinks. Keep a secret? He see the old guy? With the eyepatch? Tom asks. He’s hot. He’s her dad, MeMe reveals. He doesn’t know, she adds. Point is he’s a warrior. Best there is at what he does. All she ever wanted was to be the same. To have his respect on his terms. But there comes a day that stops being so important. You start to see the holes in the hero. And you realize what really counts isn’t being with or like or defined by anyone or anything else. But just being the best at being you.
Psylocke stares at Tom, sensing he’s different. What was the plan? Cable asks. Trojan horse, the Captain replies. They find the Quadees, the kid has an accident. They capture him, take him back to base. Whereupon something happens. She never told them what. Three months they been tracking these bastards, breathing dust and eating camel /&%$. Ready to light up and show the world what they can do. But just when they are getting close along comes this “speccy little berk” with a better power than them? Why do they think they been so hard on him? She brung him out here to nick their gig and their glory.
Dismissively Fantomex points out the Quadees captured her instead. He’d call that divine justice, non?
Cable points out she might know where Volga is so they gotta find her. Wisdom muses he wouldn’t mind getting some solid dirt on Mel’s department, so if they want some back-up his people are in. When Cable addresses Captain Riggs, the soldier retorts his men aren’t in the business of quitting. But it’s not a case of them coming along with X-Force. X-Force wants to tag along with them, he ain’t averse. Anyone says ‘team-up’ get a knife in the arse.
Soon, they lurk outside the Quadees’ cave fortress. MeMe announces there is no tech to hack. Powered up, Captain Riggs states aerial recons’s clear. Fantomex opines there was a small mountain goat the captain didn’t see. His recon is better. Meggan corrects him that was her. It was a very attractive mountain goat, Fantomex tries to amend.
Meggan senses neither a defensive perimeter nor Agent Mel. Betsy agrees, figuring she still has her psi-shield.
Plan of attack, the leaders figure and a moment later the more brutal members simply storm loose and attack the Quadees who have powers themselves. Volga, Cable figures, surprising Wisdom that he sold them to both sides.  Go time? Betsy asks Cable. Very go time, he replies and joins the fight.
Psylocke telepathically orders Hope to her as they enter the cave system. Quickly, she takes out Mel’s guards. The agent is tied up and Psylocke takes off her psi-dampener. Betsy learns the treatment came from a front company. No new intel on Volga.
What about Tom? Hope asks. Same process as the rest, Betsy finds out. Bit of a freak outcome. So they’ve been keeping him drugged, so he stays calm. All those pills. Keep him out of combat by faking a poor service record. Some sort of bio-generated psychic singularity. Basically a black hole for organics. A bloody reality bomb. If poor Tom ever gets really excited, it’ll come fully out to play, swallowing him and anyone around him. He doesn’t even know.
Leave no trace, Hope realizes and swears. Betsy tells Hope it’s her call what to do with Mel, who is begging. She doesn’t know who she’s talking about, Hope replies. And they leave her behind.
They join the battle outside and Psylocke telepathically brings the others up to speed. The Volga lead is a bust. The kid is a psychic nuke waiting to blow and the baddie to goodie ratio is rotten. They need to leave.
Cable tells the rest to go, he’s got a trick up his sleeve… Betsy tells him to stop groping at self-destruct for every problem. These guys would be too tough to “martyrsplode,” even if they did have the luxury of impunity. Leave no trace, remember? She’s afraid someone else gets to play the sacrificial lamb today.
MeMe protests that’s a horrible plan. It’s Agent Mel’s horrible plan, Betsy agrees. Unfortunately, it is the best one there is. Captain Riggs agrees. Except it’ll need someone here to keep the baddies bottled in and they shouldn’t be leaving tech of Volga lying around. So maybe the Pheasant Pluckers don’t get cheated of all the glory after all.
X-Force and MI13 run for it while the soldiers stay behind with the Quadees. Tom stutters, asking if he did something wrong again. The Captain tells him kindly that, for once, he’s doing fine. Asset to the team!
The others are behind cover. MeMe asks Betsy to touch her. She thinks she can route her power down the datalink from HQ and borrow Betsy’s telepathy. Betsy does so as Hope explains it’s for him. Because he deserves it.
Inside, Tom starts going ballistic expressing the singularity which tears everyone apart. As he dies, Hope telepathically gives him a full life: being accepted by the others and gaining some recognition and love. He is gone, she finally announces.
The cave is now empty. Tough call, Cable tells Betsy. She was under the impression that’s what they do, she replies archly. She okay? Cable asks about MeMe. Betsy suggests he talk to her. However, he shrugs it off. Tough calls is what they do. No room for needy damn soldiers. Mutant nation and his daughter — that’s his business. Also exxing himself every day, so the rest of thee don’t get nuked. Anything else can take care of itself.
Fantomex tries to flirt with Meggan, assuring her she makes a very sensual mountain goat. She’s married, she replies annoyed. What if he bleat? He can bleat better than anyone— She continues to be married.
Faiza tells Dr. Nemesis that she found a coffee ration. That’s very sporting, he begins. Then she poured it away, she continues. Here’s an empty cup.
Wisdom addresses Cable. He admits things turned out nicely. So why the face like a bomb blast? Cable asks. He’s a British agent and a mutant, Wisdom begins. He’s always been pretty clear about the two things not being incompatible. But this stuff… and other things… He asks Psylocke to sling up a deadzone. They’ll always use mutants, won’t they? he asks. Always have, Cable agrees. And will never fully trust them? Pete continues. Never will, Cable echoes.
Pete announces he will tell him a national secret. By passing it along, he is committing nothing short of bloody treason. He could be shot. There’s an agency. Calls itself “The Yellow Eye.” It’s being paid a lot by pretty much every sovereign state worth mentioning to spy on mutants every minute. All at once and all of the time. The bugs, Nathan! Don’t let the bugs bite!
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Nothing Man
The abandoned SHIELD heli-carrier Pericles, current headquarter of X-Force:AAAAH! a slightly overweight man in an X-Men jacket shouts as he is running for his life chased by X-Force. He just wants to go home!
The team loses sight of him for a moment as he hides in a corner behind a railing. A moment later, the team stops confused, wondering just what they were doing. Coffee break, Dr. Nemesis suggests to Marrow who agrees.
Once they are gone, the man who would be called ForgetMeNot (if anybody actually remembered him) gets up again.
X-Force watch a video by Dr. Nemesis starring… Dr. Nemesis. The real Doc explains there was a note on the espresso machine to play this vid file “in the event of an unscheduled coffee break.”
Video Nemesis announces that he expects they are all confused. As Marrow walks past Nemesis in the video file, the real Marrow bursts out she doesn’t remember this.
Video continues that Nemesis imagines right now somebody, by which he means Marrow, has just outted their ignorance without having the decency to wait for answers. The fact is they have a guest in their home and are almost certainly unaware of him. They don’t know his name. At this point, he is purely conjectural. Psylocke’s noticed some strange memory absences from her time at the Jean Grey School and MeMe was able to access the internal cameras to record these distortions. Nemesis theorizes he is a mutant in a state of constant existential superposition: both real and unreal all at once.
In an airshaft above, ForgetMeNot listens attentively.
Nemesis continues that, when he is observed, the quantum state collapses and he’s a perfectly real guy. But the moment he is out of sight, the superposition re-establishes and he is forgotten. He’s literally written out of the story, over and over. By monitoring inconsistencies in supply and use of toilet paper in the X-Mansion’s men’s room, MeMe’s identified his favorite stall—
MeMe doesn’t remember doing this.
-- where Psylocke has planted a teleporter trap, the recording continues. The rest are now primed to subdue him when he arrives.
Marrow asks what they want with a weird memory-dodging ghost guy, a question video file Nemesis has anticipated and insults Marrow again. Present Nemesis suggests they should get a room and realizes a moment later he insulted himself.
On the file, Nemesis announces that, for complicated reasons, he cannot simply state why they need to capture the man. But he should be able to help them with their little insect problem.
Present Dr. Nemesis gets it.
In the recording, Nemesis continues he is making this file because there is a good chance the prisoner will escape, whereupon they will all forget his existence. He addresses himself, stating he has something distilling in the lab which could help. Until it’s ready, he’ll need to stay focused. Scour the whole place and keep him away from the teleporter.
With the recording over, Cable suggests they split up. Nemesis warns them this may not be that easy. The records show they’ve already played that message six times.
Fantomex suggests an outside the box approach to this sticky conundrum. He points upwards. Why don’t they attack the overweight unwashed man currently hiding in the ventilation duct above his head? He can hear him wheezing.
Leave him alone! ForgetMeNot shouts on deck as X-Force once more give chase. He runs inside a room. With him out of sight, the others immediately forget. Anyone want some coffee? someone asks.
Nighttime:ForgetMeNot wakes up as he hears the Nemesis’ recording being repeated.
Just a regular guy. As if they’d know what regular means, the cleaning ‘bots address ForgetMeNot who runs away. He gets a peek of another room where MeMe and Fantomex seem to be having cybersex. MeMe almost notices something.  Fantomex does not. ForgetMeNot repeatedly shouts nope as he runs on.
He sees the others watching the recording again, getting ready for another search. He sobs.
Marrow runs after him, threatening she’s going to eat his spleen. With ForgetMeNot out of sight, she wonders who she meant and decides she’s so mental and laughs.
ForgetMeNot tries to enter the teleporter without any success. He wants to go home! he shouts. He barely dodges Psylocke and Cable, who forgot why they came down here.
Desperate, ForgetMeNot tries to scrub away Nemesis’ message to himself. ‘Allo, mysterious hobo-looking intruder, Fantomex surprises him. Where did he come from? Fantomex then informs ForgetMeNot the sexy mechanic who lives in his brain informs him it will be therapeutic to kill him with this croissant. He thinks this is insensitive stereotyping and he’d be better off shooting him in the kneecaps before kicking off his head. But they are very open to sensible suggestions.
They are all horrible! ForgetMeNot cries, running from the team again as Fantomex tosses the croissant at him. They run past the lab where Nemesis is distilling his special concoction.
ForgetMeNot runs into Cable, who wasn’t with the others, grabs his gun and holds it to Cable’s head. Get back! he warns the rest. They are all crazy! Fantomex simply shoots Cable. Did he just shoot his own leader? ForgetMeNot bursts out in disbelief. Eh, Fantomex shrugs. He was in the way. Dibs on killing Cable next time! Marrow shouts. Psylocke suggests they concentrate on killing the stranger first. What sort of X-Men are they? he asks horrified.
Don’t hurt him yet! Nemesis suddenly announces in a strange voice. He’s important! They need him! The hell’s wrong with him? Marrow demands.
Seeing them in psychedelic colors, Nemesis explains he drank a cup of experimental hypercoffee which an older version of him left brewing against this eventuality. He’s currently enjoying a state of awareness in which his mind is stretched along a D-Brane and untuned from reality. He is cosmically sober. He’s anti-drunk. He may perish. Now that he can see and remember their prey, they have to get a suppressor on him. It’s vitally important that this man be unable to use his—
Who is he talking about? Marrow asks confused as ForgetMeNot makes his getaway. Nemesis throws up.
Huddled in a corner, ForgetMeNot gasps. Several floating devices inform him this could go on forever. Who are they and how do they remember him? he asks confused. Maintenance tech, they explain. They are invisible too. As for how: they are mad. Didn’t he know: everyone’s mad here. It’s not their fault. He shouldn’t hate the team. Being broken is what makes them good at what they do. They think different. They think in twists.
ForgetMeNot protests they abducted him during an extremely relaxing moment. They won’t even tell him what they want. He’s a mutant too. They are all supposed to be on the same side!
He doesn’t understand, the ‘bots reply. He cannot think of them as normal. They try to cling to humanity even when they get it wrong. He has to remember: They have a world to save and they spent too long in the dark.
ForgetMeNot recalls different almost meetings or meetings with them. How he saw Marrow cradling her weapon. How he was trapped under the bed while Psylocke and Cable had sex, something she claims she only does with every other clone.
They’ve forgotten to treat people like people. He asks the robots if they can help him get to the teleporter. Sure, have a nice day, he is told.
ForgetMeNot enters the lab to find a barely conscious Dr. Nemesis, who had too much of the special coffee. ForgetMeNot wants to help himself to a teleporter kit but is stopped in his tracks when he reads the current caseload on the computer. He learns about the villain keeping surveillance on every mutant in the world using insects as drones that can reappear as quickly as you can kill them. X-Force are trying to find out where they come from. He still doesn’t see what that has to do with him, until he notices he has no flies buzzing around him. They can’t see him.
He figures out X-Force wanted to suppress his powers so that they could see him and send a bug. Then what? Trck, Nemesis mumbles. Stick a tracker on it. ForgetMeNot agrees, and when he powers back up they can follow it home. That’s actually pretty clever.
Cln’tlk boutit, Nemesis mumbles. They couldn’t talk to each other. Because whoever is watching the bugs would have known they were coming for him, ForgetMeNot agrees. They could have talked about it to him! Whoever’s listening will forget any port of the conversation he is part of. They could have explained the damn situation to him from the start! Their own robot cleaners are more in touch with people skills than they are! He looks at all the screens.
This is how the world looks when you forget how to treat people as people! Out of touch bastards making violent decisions on everyone else’s behalf. He shakes Nemesis. They only had to ask! Whsky, Nemesis gurgles. pltplzplz. Hipfls Pkcet!
He’s going to help them anyway, ForgetMeNot sighs and feeds him the whiskey. Though they don’t deserve it. He puts on the suppressor headband and waits. When a fly appears Nemesis, now awake, orders him to grab it.
Back at Project Yellow Eye, the mysterious leader is told that a new drone has been activated following an X-gene activation in the mid-Pacific region. The leader jumps up and down happily until noting someone is doing something to his bug; specifically Nemesis is putting a tracker on it. Prepare the defenses! the leader shouts.
ForgetMeNot takes off the suppressor but the bug stays put. Nemesis admits there was always a slight possibility that, once having detected him, the bug wouldn’t forget. He theorizes their mystery surveillance baddie uses some kind of psychic mechanism to trace his subjects. Sorry. Regarding ForgetMeNot’s earlier comments, this, well… he stammers.
Fantomex hits Dr. Nemesis from behind with his gun. This is why they didn’t ask him to volunteer he finishes Nemesis’ sentence. And ForgetMeNot realizes Fantomex has been able to remember him all along. Heightened senses, engineered brains, whatever, Fantomex agrees. Spend a few years at being him, you stop being surprised at being incroyable. He plays with his gun. For a time, he was content to let him be and be entertained by the silly monkeys running around but he gets bored so easily. Only so many times you can kill a disposable leader before you start looking for une autre victim, non? And now it seems they need a more permanent solution for making their little buggy friends forget him…
He is evil! ForgetMeNot bursts out. The others try not to be monsters. They are just broken. B-but he—
Fantomex shoots him. Evil is as evil does, he replies.
At Project Yellow Eye, they note a bug returning to base but cannot recall why or why it was even sent out, not to mention why they are on high alert.
Fantomex helps up Nemesis, who doesn’t remember anything and points him to the tracker beacon on the scanner marking the mission objective in Hong Kong. All the while, the cleaning bots are cleaning up ForgetMeNot’s body, unnoticed by anybody. Nemesis doesn’t remember having found anything. He is working too hard, Fantomex shrugs. Rigorous application of les methodes scientifique or something boring like that. Nemesis agrees. In the real world, the most productive techniques are usually the most forgettable. Well said, Fantomex agrees and suggests they get a coffee.


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Them’s The Breaks
X-Force is attacking Project Yellow Eye. Still posing as MeMe, Hope Summers is thinking about how easily things get broken. Not just the obvious stuff, bodies armor, steel… No, Hope’s feeling a little more poetic than that.
She watches Marrow cutting loose, impaling their foes… a woman so mired in self-loathing she flees into insanity just to function.
Cable informs Dr. Nemesis via comm. that they tracked the bug to Hong Kong. There’s some sort of portal. They figure the surveillance op is on the other side.
Or promises, Hope’s thinking. Promises break like glass. Like Psylocke’s promise not to kill, which she immediately breaks by killing the guards.
The others follow. Cable tells her to quit showboating.
Hope thinks the only breakage worse than a mangled mind or a violated vow is a sickly soul. She worries about Cable – or his copies – getting colder and more brutal with every mission.
While the others continue fighting, Cable looks at the many screens and realizes they are spying on every mutant there is. Hope is worried by the fact that he sounds impressed. He muses what they could achieve with that tech. Find Volga, cure his daughter and then…” Dear world: the nation of mutantkind is watching you. Do not #&%$ with us!”
She reminds him their goal is to destroy the facility.
Part of her wants to lead these monsters her father has assembled, but right now she is broken as well, namely her heart.
She stares at Fantomex, who orders her to stop.
Hope was raised on the run in the future. She never had normal experiences. At least she tells herself that is why she is feeling so fragile. The only person who can share her new digital reality, who could possibly ease her loneliness – namely Fantomex – doesn’t want her and rather callously broke up with her.
Elite henchperson coming in, Fantomex announces as a masked person enters and immediately attacks them.
Fantomex was the only person who could share her digital reality, thanks to the nanites in his brain, but he doesn’t want her. Hence the heartache and the broken concentration. Hope tells herself she is stupid. He’s a lowlife anyway. A fake Frenchman, always an inch away from a tantrum. It’s not like it went real far anyway. And she’s kissed other guys… been on dates. This shouldn’t matter but… the first time you’re ditched… that stays with you
Marrow rudely orders her to get out of the way as she also attacks the black-clad newcomer. Angrily, Fantomex shouts this is his kill.
Hope finds she cannot deal with the feelings. She wants to know the why, which is why she hacks into Fantomex’ brain in the middle of the fight.
Fantomex’ mindscape:Inside she finds Fantomex is… complicated, having been divided into three clones and the other two are missing. He’s got a sentient diagnostic function circling his brain like a boiling hot bodyguard. But the worst part? The worst part is a programmed paradox, splintering further every day – the flaw of flawlessness. He is incapable of believing anyone is better than him. He is so hypersane it has driven him nuts. In a perfect world, that would take the sting out of the rejection. But it doesn’t.
Reality:Marrow points out Fantomex has missed. That’s not pp… he stutters and holds his head. Marrow suddenly finds herself beset by bugs.
The leader of Project Yelloweye orders his minions to get him out. The men fire. Kill! Cable orders his people. The others comply.
Still holding his head, Fantomex mutters: “Don’t you tell me what to do. No no, don’t you tell me!”
Hope digs deeper into his memories, even as his brain breaks. She sees what happened in Alexandria.
Memory / flashback:Cable, carrying the comatose Hope, had just teleported away from the detonation, carrying Hope, only  to run into Fantomex. Cable asks what he’s doing here. Kneeling, Fantomex explains it’s his other two selves. He thought they’d be here. He needs them. Needs to be whole. Needs to be perfect. He just wants to kill and kill and kill… he rants.
Cable tells him he knows a way. If Fantomex helps him to hold it together, he will help him find them.
Present:Hope bursts out Cable already knew how crazy he was. Cable doesn’t know what she is talking about and orders her to focus.
They are surprised by a grenade thrown by the mystery woman in black. She finds she has run out of magic fairy grenades as she is trying to evacuate the leader. She tells him to fall back to the enchanted forest. She won’t let them hurt him.
Her voice seems familiar to Cable but Marrow, Psylocke and Fantomex are more interested in killing. They attack but Cable finds his gun has jammed. MeMe finds her lasers overheated all at once, Marrow slips and falls on Psylocke and Fantomex missed again. The doorway behind their quarry has closed and Psylocke can’t read through it.
What action, boss? Marrow asks. What action what action! Fantomex mutter, always they ask… stupid, stupid! Give him a second, Cable orders a he accesses the data tech.
MeMe points out he promised they’d destroy this place, not use it. When he continues, she orders Fantomex to place explode charges. She doesn’t tell him what to do, he snaps. “I don’t take orders from you, Summers!” When she hears the name, Hope realizes Fantomex is aware of her true identity, has in fact already known when he dumped her, and all the while she’s been hacking into his brain he has used EVA to hack right back into hers.
In the mindscape, EVA informs him Hope is wondering right now if he dumped her out of fear of her dad finding out.
Fantomex steps toward her and mockingly looks down at Hope. Ffffeear? Moi? He scoffs. Of him? He refers to Cable. Of any of them? “You hilarious little creature! How dare you!”
EVA tries to get him to calm down. The flaw is getting worse. Non, he rants it is enough! Always submitting to the orders of fools! She doesn’t know what he is. What he can do! They don’t begin to respect him as they should. He turns back to Hope and shouts: He is the annoying one, eh? The one with the comedy accent. The swaggering caricature with nothing but his eccentricity to identify him. He’s bored of it. Fear. How dare she? He’s bored with all of them. He orders EVA to get this scrawny little nerd out of his head.
On his command, EVA purges the screaming Hope.
In reality, Psylocke is the first to notice something wrong as MeMe disappears, leaving behind only her floating device.
In Fantomex’s head, EVA reports she has removed the impurity and he still needs to calm down. Weak, all weak he mutters. Non, he decides. It is too much. He is sick and tired. Thinking they are better, giving him orders. “Fear.” Pah! Thinking they are worthy to even look at him, he rants He thinks… oui, these places these facilities. It is time.
Reality:He spits out a small floating globe and asks the others for their attention. The ball grows in size and takes them all out with lightning. Easier than he thought, Fantomex finds, but then, most things are.
What did he do? Cable groans as the energy till crackles keeping them down. Externalized picotech neuroweapon, Fantomex sighs, and he asks him “what.” Wrong question, silly man.
Why? Psylocke moans. Better, Fantomex states. How best to explain… It is a subtle and nuanced compulsion which transcends conventional morals and requires a truly sophisticated perspective. Please try to follow: He is better than all of them. It is necessary that he kills them all to prove it. He should never have waited this long. He interrupts his rant. Is he admitting a mistake? Non, he decides, un triomphe of patience AND resolve.
He’s crazier than she is, Marrow interrupts. He fires to wound her for his soliloquy.
He reminds Cable that he promised to help him find and reintegrate his other selves. When Cable announces they were busy, Fantomex accuse him of lying. He kicks Cable in the face and continues he doesn’t hold it against him.
He turns to Psylocke next, admitting reluctantly he was uncertain if he could take them all. When they encountered Volga, he thought his tech might give him the means to become as strong… as perfect as he once was. But Volga’s weapon is as flawed and unpredictable as the rest of them… and look: he didn’t need it at all.
Fantomex kneels down next to her. Even MeMe, ridiculous little ghost girl… EVA hoped she might have the key stashed in that infected little brain to make him great again. A psychic strain of the Volga process. But she was too weak.
What has he done to her? Psylocke demands. Full digital purge, EVA announces. The sentient algorithm was burnt clear. And a mind like that, Fantomex continues, of a whining panicking teenager… he guesses she doesn’t have the discipline to re-coalesce. And even if she did: they are in a bio-psychic facility. Where would she go?
The mystery woman in black is in her mindscape, where she is an Amazon trying to save her master from monsters. That moment, a hysterical MeMe flees into the tech causing the illusion. The woman finally wakes up; the illusion over. Where the hell is she? she groans.
Not far away, Fantomex continues, none of his attempts to improve himself matter now. With this facility, he can find his missing selves. He can find Volga. He can find any ridiculous super weapon and integrate it into himself. He does not need X-Force now with its broken promises and broken people. But her, he calls her his love. Her he would spare. And all it would take is a single word.
He swallows the EVA globe, then trains his gun at Psylocke. Tell him he is the best, he orders. Not the term she’d use, Betsy replies. And what would she call him? he asks intrigued. Looking behind him, she replies unlucky.
A moment later, Domino fires a bullet into his head. Can’t leave them damn kids alone for five minutes, she smirks.


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Psylocke’s astral form sifts through the bio-psychic computer of Project Yelloweye, trying to find the consciousness of Hope Summers. Beset by images of what is going on with mutants all over the world, Psylocke wonders what Hope will find, namely a billion faces for stupid arbitrary tribalism.
She finally finds Hope, who is overwhelmed with all the anger she senses. Psylocke draws her out, hoping she hasn’t been shattered by her experiences. If she’s lucky, she’ll never know this is how the world feels to psychics all the time, Betsy figures.
Psylocke is back in her head and Hope back in her MeMe form. Hope thanks her. Betsy asks her to stay away for now as she tries to gather herself.
Hope announces she’s back to the others, who are caught up in their own drama. Marrow shouts at Cable he knew how crazy their turncoat teammate Fantomex was and didn’t say. Weapons don’t have to be perfect to be useful, he replies. Long as it does the job, you keep it loaded. It misfires, you dump it.
That go for her as well? Domino demands. Cable doesn’t know what to say. Five months ago, he ordered her to chase a money trail to its source, she reminds him. Rumors of some big-ass anti-mutant thing. He didn’t know what. Told her he was heading to that expo in Alexandria to dig for intel. Set her up with gadgets and gear, a pat on the head and ‘go get ‘em, soldier.’ Where the hell was he? It’s complicated, he replies.
Suddenly, he announces he is getting a precog flash. Fresh goons inbound. So let’s quit with the feels and make with the bullets!
Psylocke never thought too highly of Domino. She doesn’t take things seriously. Her brain is a bouncing ball of lazy coincidences and untidy desires. However, as Cable turns away, Betsy hears her wonder if he didn’t care where she was. A normal person might feel sympathy. Might try to reassure her. Not her. She has a different use for the pain. Psylocke lashes out against their foes, aware of how broken she is. She hurts things. She kills and damages because it makes her feel, and if this team was worth #*&%, maybe their leader would stop her, hold her back, value the sanity of his resources, but Cable’s not the man he was, and in the storm she shrieks in silence and surrenders to the hate that has no name and—
MeMe kindly tells her to stop. And Betsy pauses, impressed that despite the horror she’s been through Hope is still strong enough to take charge to try and make them better. To endure their breakages.
Cable and Marrow face Project Yelloweye’s leader, who babbles and pleads for his life. He can help them, he offers. He could grow the grizzled archetype warrior a new arm. And he has secrets. Delicious scandals slurped from the world. Also naked pictures of them all. They could be rich!
On the other hand, Betsy decides, some things aren’t worth enduring. She moves towards the prisoner threateningly. His voice is like needles and his brain is full of disgusting. She’s just worried he’ll tell the world she’s been boffing Cable clones, he announces. MeMe makes a retching sound. Betsy slices at him with her psychic sword and the being underneath lies revealed – Mojo.
Mojo calls it a tale of Protean tragedy. His ratings fell, the producers moved him to educational broadcasting. Obviously he had to flee. Fortunately, with the technology of Mojoworld behind him, he realized invasive surveillance was a natural progression. He collected assets – swarm demon Be’el here, Sydney, the Soviet Psyker – to perfect his pervy voyeurism and he offered them the incentive of spending their lives in a hallucinatory paradise fantasy of their own choosing. Lastly, with anti-mutant rhetoric at an all-time high, it made sense to concentrate his attention on—
Hey! Psylocke interrupts. Nobody asked for an expository intro. Who is he even talking to? Marrow mutters. He thought people might appreciate the insight. He is the disgusting invertebrate super villain folks hate to love—
Cable interrupts and demands he turn over control of the facility to him or he will hate to love Mojo’s brains all over the wall. MeMe protests that’s not what they are here for. Mojo whines that he can’t. The core shut down the moment they hit the control hub. The files are being purged from the servers as they speak. His funeral! Cable trains his gun on him.
Mojo whines that he has more delicious scurrilous secrets. Bone lady likes to watch science guy while he sleeps. Insane, fake French, evil guy was having a surreal non-physical dalliance with robot girl. Not good enough, Cable replies stonily. And as for her –shocking dramatic twist –
Before Psylocke can stop him, Mojo reveals to Cable that MeMe is his daughter, Hope, in disguise. Cable is surprised and he and Hope begin to argue.
Betsy turns away disgusted. Calling her ‘princess,’ Domino tells her to move a little ass. They’re supposed to be prepping charges to blow this place sky high. “You creepy sanctimonious shut-in.” “Perish in a whirlwind of razors and lemon juice, you unbearably perky irritation bomb,” Betsy shoots back. Both grin and agree it’s good to see each other.
Cable tells Hope once they are home this stops immediately. She shouts back he has no right to tell her what to do and reminds him of her successes. Mojo comically tries to remind them that they are a team here. Marrow laughs about how screwed up they all are.
They make a run for it, taking Mojo along. However, confused as she is, Psylocke leads them down a dead end. Cable suggests they blow their way out. Hope decides this is a stupid idea and tells Domino to pick a door.
They enter a room to find several dead bodies, another Cable clone and Dr. Nemesis. He made him do it, Nemesis points at Cable.
The others begin to argue angrily as Psylocke figures their dysfunction feeds itself. Marrow shouts at Cable for using them as a diversion. Domino asks what happened to his honor. Psylocke realizes the team is falling apart and it was rotten to start with.
The newer Cable explains this presented two chances at getting Volga. He is the one to blame and the ends justify the means. Psylocke attacks him and screams her denial. Hope gets between them and tells Betsy he isn’t worth it. Let’s get out of here.
He doesn’t think so, a new voice announces. It’s Fantomex, still alive, ghostly tentacles coming from his eyes. Because his mask is shattered, Psylocke gets something from his brain. She shouts at Hope to get out of here. Fantomex laughs. That dirty little secret didn’t last long. He knew who MeMe was when he touched her in the datasphere. His tentacles attack the others. He could read her as she read him. She copied a strange version of the Volga effect from her père, non? But her pitiful weak body didn’t know what to do with it and went to sleep. Not like his.
Stay away from her! one of the Cables shouts. Fantomex takes him out with the tentacles. He explains that he realized if in turn he could copy it from her, then with his brain and Eva’s skills he would be able to control it. Rewrite it, make it stable.
Psylocke tries to reach Hope and telepathically tells her he is strength for the sake of strength. He’s the bloody triumph of ego over heart. Don’t let him break her!
Fantomex continues he stole Hope’s little infection under the pretense of romance. But it didn’t work. He was immune. Even in that she was useless. At least he didn’t have to keep pretending to like her.
Psylocke can feel Hope break. Used, lied to. Rejected. Betrayed at every turn. Cable tries to reach Hope. Leave her alone! she shouts.
Blasting the others again, Fantomex laughs it did work. It simply required a little reboot.to correctly configure the new software. Have you tried switching it off and on again? he chuckles. He has hacked the Volga software to become a god. He just had to die first. He points towards his head where Domino shot him.
Cable and Cable look at each other, making calculations. One of them is wounded, the other not. One of them has to die. The wounded Cable whistles Volga’s self-destruct code and tries to tackle Fantomex while the other ushers everyone out.
Unimpressed, Fantomex uses his new power to evolve himself by giving himself dark wings reminiscent of Archangel to torture Psylocke with the memory. For her. A shape she once adored. Can she adore it again?
Hope orders her to stay calm. She has a plan. She reminds Betsy that killing the bad guys isn’t enough. You have to better than them too. So stand down.
But she is too far gone. She attacks. Fantomex grabs her sword and fires the wing flechettes at them all. They go down. Satisfied, he announces that they were beaten by the best.