The Second Uncanny Issue of X-Men! Making 'X2' Page #2

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Mr Stryker, how kind of you to visit.

Have you come back to ensure the taxpayers'

dollars are keeping me comfortable?

Done. You can go.

Now...

Mr Lehnsherr.

I'd like to have one final talk

about the house that Xavier built

and the machine called Cerebro.

My tolerance for your smoking

in the mansion notwithstanding,

smoke that in here

and you'll spend the rest of your days

under the belief you are a six-year-old girl.

- Can you do that?

- I'd have Jean braid your hair.

Welcome back.

- You want me to leave?

- No. Just don't move.

These lights represent

every living person on the planet.

The white lights are humans.

And these are the mutants.

Through Cerebro I'm connected to them,

and they to me.

You see, Logan?

We're not as alone as you think.

I found the base at Alkali Lake.

There was nothing there.

The broken line represents the path

of the mutant who attacked the president.

I've been finding it difficult to get a lock on it.

Can't you just concentrate harder?

If I wanted to kill him, yes.

There.

Looks like he's finally stopped running.

I need you to read my mind again.

- The results will be the same as before.

- We had a deal.

The mind is not a box that can be simply

unlocked. It's a beehive with a million...

Spare me the lecture.

I've no doubt your amnesia, your adamantium

skeleton, the claws are all connected, but...

Logan, sometimes the mind

needs to discover things for itself.

I promise you we'll talk again when I return.

If you would be kind enough

to watch over the children tonight.

Scott and I are going to visit an old friend.

I'm sending the coordinates

of where the mutant's settled.

As soon as you find him,

bring him back to the mansion.

- Let's hope he cooperates.

- Yes, for his sake. Good luck.

Stryker, William.

What are you doing in here?

Garbage.

These are the coordinates.

He's a teleporter. Must be why

the professor had trouble locating him.

We're not here to hurt you.

We just wanna talk.

- Are you bored yet?

- Oh, yeah.

Sure you don't wanna come down?

- You have him?

- He's not going anywhere.

Are you?

Please don't kill me.

I didn't mean to harm anyone.

Why would people

have gotten that impression?

- What's your name?

- Wagner. Kurt Wagner.

There was so much shooting, such fear.

And then there was only pain.

I could see it all happening,

but I couldn't stop myself.

It was like a bad dream.

Perhaps he is testing me.

And before you were in the White House,

what do you remember?

Nothing.

I was here.

- I'd rather get him back to the professor.

- The professor?

Did you do these yourself?

And what about this?

- I need you to read my mind again.

- The results will be the same as before.

- You'll be indestructible.

- No memory.

Sometimes the mind needs

to discover things for itself.

Wolverine.

No memory. You'll have no memory.

Can't sleep?

How can you tell?

Cos you're awake.

Right. How about you?

I don't sleep.

- Doesn't anybody sleep around here?

- Apparently not.

- Got any beer?

- This is a school.

- So that's a no?

- Yeah, that's a no.

- Is there anything other than chocolate milk?

- There's soda in that cupboard.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

I'll take him from here.

It's all right, Scott.

- Nice shades.

- Thanks.

Charles Xavier.

Have you come to rescue me?

Sorry, Eric, not today.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

The assassination attempt.

What do you know about it?

Nothing.

Only what I read in the papers.

You really shouldn't have to ask.

What's happened to you?

I've had frequent visits from William Stryker.

You remember him, don't you?

His son, Jason, was once

a student of yours, wasn't he?

Yes. Years ago.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to help him.

At least, not in the way his father wanted.

And now you think taking in Wolverine will

make up for your failure with Stryker's son?

- How long you been here?

- A couple of years.

And your parents just sent you off

to mutant school?

Actually, my parents think

this is a prep school.

I see. Well, I suppose lots of prep schools

have their own dorms, campuses...

Jets.

So you and Rogue.

It's not what you think.

I'd like it to be, but it's just...

It's just that it's not easy when you

wanna be closer to someone, but you can't.

I've seen how you look at Dr Grey.

Excuse me?

Nothin'.

- You haven't told him of his past, have you?

- I've put him on the path.

Logan's mind is still fragile.

Is it?

Or are you afraid of losing

one of your precious X-Men, old friend?

Eric, what have you done?

I'm sorry, Charles.

I couldn't help it.

What have you told Stryker?

Everything.

The war has begun.

Scott!

You should have killed me

when you had the chance.

But now and then

every mother needs to get away.

Without her, the babies are helpless...

Hi.

What is it?

You picked the wrong house.

You all right?

Stay here.

- This way.

- Let's go.

John! Where's Rogue?

- I don't know.

- I gotta find her.

- Open it.

- Here, take her.

Go on, get in. Let's go. Come on.

Take him. He's stunned.

- I can help you.

- Help them.

- Rogue!

- Bobby!

This way.

Come on. Everybody, follow me up here.

Move.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on, this way.

This is it.

Logan.

- You wanna shoot me, shoot me.

- Don't shoot him.

Not yet.

Wolverine?

I must admit this is certainly

the last place I'd expect to find you.

How long has it been? 15 years?

You haven't changed one bit.

Me, on the other hand...

Nature.

Wait. We've gotta do something.

They'll kill him.

- He can handle himself. Let's go.

- Bobby.

Please.

I didn't realise Xavier was taking in animals,

even animals as unique as you.

Who are you?

Don't you remember?

No!

Logan, come on. Let's go.

- Go. I'll be fine.

- But we won't.

Go. Keep going.

- Right, get in.

- I'm driving.

Maybe next time.

This is Cyclops's car.

Oh, yeah?

What the hell was that back there?

Stryker.

His name is Stryker.

- Who is he?

- I can't remember.

Here.

This is yours.

- I hate uncomfortable silences.

- What are you doing?

I don't think that's his CD player.

- Sit back.

- Where are we going?

Storm and Jean are in Boston.

We'll head that way.

- My parents live in Boston.

- Good.

Sergeant?

Most of the mutants

escaped through a series of tunnels.

- We have some in custody.

- How many?

Six, sir.

Welcome, Professor.

Take what we need, gentlemen.

This protest underscores a growing concern

among most Americans. Mutant registration...

Why stop there? It'd be easier

to round up mutants by the truckload.

- Or maybe you'd like an all-out war?

- Oh, please.

- Turn that sh*t off, Lou.

- A lot on your mind?

Mr Laurio?

I'm Grace.

You want another beer?

Of course you do.

- You're really aggressive.

- Yes, I am.

I've never hooked up with

a girl like you before.

I know.

- It's kind of dirty in here, don't you think?

- That's the idea.

Velcro?

Nice.

- Bottoms up.

- I certainly hope so.

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