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”The thing in my brain isn’t your business, but it’s not a weapon for them to turn me on anyone else,” Ryder noted. ”That’s not how it works.”
She wasn’t about to explain how it gave her the technopathic powers she leaned on so much. Nor was she willing to let them figure it out. That just wasn’t their business, something she wanted to keep close. ”Once I’m down there in the sub-levels, the only thing that matters is that they’re not walking away. They won’t stop me, so when we do…”
The Blackbird soared over Germany, well into the areas that Ryder was no stranger to. The range of her psychic abilities was wide enough that they had at least another five minutes before they’d arrive there properly. In some proper combat gear that they managed to grab, Ryder used her powers to oscillate a power generation component of her improvised rifle, filling up a dense battery. Ryder felt it charging up to full capacity, through a microcontroller that had been planted into the “receiver.” With Cyclops up front and Ryder reluctantly connected to Xavier through a psychic link they set up, they were prepared.
”We’re getting close, so give me a minute.” Ryder shut her eyes, and worked her way into that network she lived in for so long. If a person could navigate the world with perfect familiarity, this part of the world was like her street. Everything she manipulated through her powers had its own feel and “imprint.” It made things easier when she came back to them.
The mansion quickly became muscle memory to her, and this?
This wasn’t even a conscious thought.
Down in the underside of the building, far from the light of day his brother never saw, Andrew Becker sat at a desk. He typed away at a computer, looking over data the intelligence wing had compiled on Xavier’s mansion. He had been going back and forth with Umbra about tapping Moira. She was useful in her own ways.
He sipped a mug of coffee, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
”I know. I’m trying.”
It was a nascent feeling of presence. Something not truly stimulating of the senses yet nevertheless felt.
”We know she hasn’t left. We’ll figure it out, okay. You’ll have your host some day, just not-“
The fluorescent lights above his head went out. The screen on his desk blinked off. His office was momentarily plunged into darkness.
And then the emergency lights came off. Shouting came down the hallway.
”…Today.”
Becker stood up, drawing a pistol from under his desk. ”I need to take care of this, you just sit tight. I bet it’s her.”
The response was not a human voice, nor that unexplainable presence. Rather, it was a wave of awareness that washed over the man; The feeling one got when they suspected someone was being watched, only beyond potent.
”No,” he warned. ”She’s not ready for you yet. Don’t ruin your chances by tipping her off.”
It became anxiety, paranoia, and impatience. Andrew didn’t feel it, but he couldn’t ignore the sensation of it.
”You’ve waited this long, you can wait a few more-“
She wasn’t about to explain how it gave her the technopathic powers she leaned on so much. Nor was she willing to let them figure it out. That just wasn’t their business, something she wanted to keep close. ”Once I’m down there in the sub-levels, the only thing that matters is that they’re not walking away. They won’t stop me, so when we do…”
The Blackbird soared over Germany, well into the areas that Ryder was no stranger to. The range of her psychic abilities was wide enough that they had at least another five minutes before they’d arrive there properly. In some proper combat gear that they managed to grab, Ryder used her powers to oscillate a power generation component of her improvised rifle, filling up a dense battery. Ryder felt it charging up to full capacity, through a microcontroller that had been planted into the “receiver.” With Cyclops up front and Ryder reluctantly connected to Xavier through a psychic link they set up, they were prepared.
”We’re getting close, so give me a minute.” Ryder shut her eyes, and worked her way into that network she lived in for so long. If a person could navigate the world with perfect familiarity, this part of the world was like her street. Everything she manipulated through her powers had its own feel and “imprint.” It made things easier when she came back to them.
The mansion quickly became muscle memory to her, and this?
This wasn’t even a conscious thought.
Down in the underside of the building, far from the light of day his brother never saw, Andrew Becker sat at a desk. He typed away at a computer, looking over data the intelligence wing had compiled on Xavier’s mansion. He had been going back and forth with Umbra about tapping Moira. She was useful in her own ways.
He sipped a mug of coffee, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
”I know. I’m trying.”
It was a nascent feeling of presence. Something not truly stimulating of the senses yet nevertheless felt.
”We know she hasn’t left. We’ll figure it out, okay. You’ll have your host some day, just not-“
The fluorescent lights above his head went out. The screen on his desk blinked off. His office was momentarily plunged into darkness.
And then the emergency lights came off. Shouting came down the hallway.
”…Today.”
Becker stood up, drawing a pistol from under his desk. ”I need to take care of this, you just sit tight. I bet it’s her.”
The response was not a human voice, nor that unexplainable presence. Rather, it was a wave of awareness that washed over the man; The feeling one got when they suspected someone was being watched, only beyond potent.
”No,” he warned. ”She’s not ready for you yet. Don’t ruin your chances by tipping her off.”
It became anxiety, paranoia, and impatience. Andrew didn’t feel it, but he couldn’t ignore the sensation of it.
”You’ve waited this long, you can wait a few more-“
BOOM!
