Chapter 89: X-Men

Chapter 89: X-Men

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"400 kilos?(881lbs) I am heavy." Hector looked at the weighing machine in the Oval Office.

Being president for decades, his office was not just a workspace but a storeroom filled with all kinds of wacky stuff. There were things from a normal pen and paper to a big wall chart of what if all US presidents were bald. It had all presidents with edited bald heads.

Many asked him why he had that, he had no answer so he'd reply, "Why not?" Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

"Boy, come here, let's see how heavy you've gotten," He called Moony. "Yes, put your butt on it and relax."

Moony looked at the numbers, but he didn't understand the analogue machine and the small bars. ~Dad, numbers, what do they mean?~ he barked.

"Son, you are even fatter than me, 420 kilos, nice." He ruffled his furry head.

~I'm fluffy, not fat.~ Moony protested.

*Knock Knock*

"Sir, Mr Charles Xavier is here to meet you." His secretary informed him.

The man was bald but not crippled. Heck, he even trained every day and has a nice muscular body now. This made him more dangerous, a man with the mental abilities of Charles, a good thing he was on the right team.

"Sir, I have some grave news to share with you. A few American Army generals are using national funds to experiment on gifted ones, as you call us. A man named Bolivar Trask is leading it. He's a brilliant scientist and messed up in the head." Charles reported to him.

Hector closed his eyes and tried to remember. "Hmmm... oh, you're talking about that midget? Tyrion Lannister? I banned his company from experimenting on gifted ones and getting funding. How is he still doing it?"

"Lan-Lannister? I... ugh... Foreign nations do not share the same enthusiasm as you when it comes to protecting the likes of us, sir. I have news that Trask is working on a killer robot that can target mutants. I'm afraid, if nothing is done, the world will become polarised. All the gifted ones will start forming factions." Charles said. He knew this would happen because even he felt doing such. If the world can't accept the likes of him, then it's better to create a country of their own.

Hector rubbed his temples, "Fine, I will go and deal with him. You try to become a leader for the gifted ones. How is the X-Men programme going? I want X-Men to not interfere in anything, you are not supposed to be warriors, rather you are to travel the world and help nations deal with natural disasters."

Charles then briefed his complete plan. "I am still training them. A few more students have entered the school. I am heading to Africa tomorrow, it's about some girl with psionic abilities to manipulate the weather. I think with her, our X-Men team will be much better at dealing with natural disasters.

"Jean is amazing at dealing with heavy objects, such as building rubble. Cyclops can be helpful in cutting concrete or steel. Iceman can help us deal with fires and the Beast... well he's smart."

Hector had decided to form this team after much thinking. Initially, he was against using the kids that come to school for fighting, but later he felt that the Gifted Ones will need some good publicity in order for the world to accept them.

But, making them fight other villains was not good. Fighting always brings damage to property and sometimes the bystanders also die. Public anger then explodes on heroes, not villains. But in natural disasters, they will only be helping, not destroying things.

"Good. You need to start focusing on your political career as well. You need to enter the Senate before I retire in 88." Hector urged him. He didn't know if he could bring in Mutant Civil Rights before he leaves, but by letting Charles become a Senator he'd at least be bringing in some help.

Charles soon left the office. Moony headed to the Mayor's office to do his job. With that, he also left to meet Bolivar Trask.

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Bolivar Trask was a weapons designer as well as the President and CEO of Trask Industries. Even from his early years as a research assistant, Bolivar always maintained a particular interest in the origin and evolution of humanity. Trask made it his goal to unlock the mysteries of human DNA. What he did not anticipate was the discovery of the X-Gene.

"So, you decide, you want my foot or prolonged life."

Bolivar Trask gulped his saliva. Seeing the size of Hector, the foot might be big enough to stomp over half of his body. To take off the tension, he poured himself a glass of water and drank it. He took a long breath and said a condition, "I need proof, proof that Alien civilization much stronger than we exist. If you do that, I will wholeheartedly create weapons for you and work with mutants."

Hector silently thought about how to make him believe. Are there any aliens on Earth right now? Probably. Were they in contact with the US government? No. There was still that spacecraft hidden in the orbit, but finding it was too hard for the limited tech he had.

"For that, you will have to wait until 1995. I can guarantee you that in that year you will see not just aliens but also their might. But until then, you need to scrap all the Anti-Mutant activities. To ensure that, you will sign this contract with me," Hector proposed.

Bolivar Trask picked the piece of strange golden old-looking paper and read it. "What does my essence mean? Why would I give that to you in return for not breaking the deal and getting answers to the Universe in 1995?"

"Oh, your essence means you are forfeiting your life. It simply means that if you sign this, you accept the deal, and if you break it, my foot is itching." Hector explained, he was technically right and wrong at the same time. Yes, essence did mean his life, but not in the physical one, rather the soul.

"And why do you want me to teach in this mutant school?" this was also in the contract.

He explained, "Because I want you to meet and understand mutants from close. Until now, all you think about is that mutants are bad, but you have never really met and tried to understand them. So you are to go there and teach like a good professor of science. This is a win-win for you."

Bolivar Trask nodded and read the contract a few more times. He honestly had no other option, it was to accept or die. But accepting it gave him more advantages as he'd get answers. "Fair enough, I shall sign it... hmm, with my blood?"

"Oh, that's my way of making contracts, I believe DNA is the best way to authenticate a contract," Hector said, smiling like a devil at the same time. But he also used his illusion power to not look demonic right now or else that would create too many more problems.

However, it seemed he was too late.

*BEEP BEEP LOCKDOWN BEEP BEEP*

All of a sudden, red emergency lights started to blink all around the warehouse and the office. Instructions to stay where you are resounded in speakers.

"What's going on?" he inquired.

Bolivar Trask had a paled face, "NO! THIS..."

"What?"

He got his answers soon. A loud angry robotic voice repeated a few words again and again, at the same time, giant robotic hands tore through the roof of the small office.

Soon, there stood multiple Sentinel MK I robots.

"ELIMINATE THE PRESIDENT! To protect humans! Must control humans! Control the strongest human! ELIMINATE THE PRESIDENT! CONTROL THE PRESIDENT!"

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