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X-Men: The (fan fic) Series
Episode #: 1X03
Title: Alekhine’s Gun

Summary: Needing help, the Acolytes call for backup of colossal proportions. Warren invites Jean to the Hellfire Club’s annual gala.
Rated TV14 for scene of a nonconsensual sexual nature.

Previously… on X-Men: The (fan fic) Series

—“X-Men, they call themselves the X-Men.” – Rogue

—“Magneto will continue to escalate until he’s given the government no choice but to declare war on the Brotherhood.” – Storm

—“Where’s Rogue?” – Pyro
“Taken, by Homeland Security.” – Quicksilver

—“There’s another mutant with big feathery wings, he has the same kind of bone structure, and he can fly, well, glide.” – Meg

—“What were you dreaming, I wonder,” – Sabretooth

—“Hey, Wolvie, you’re late,” – Jubilee

—“Not bad, getting Agent Duncan an in with the Council like that.” – Wolverine

—“I believe… that regardless of biology and semantics, Magneto is a terrorist who supports mass genocide and Xavier is an unknown quantity with a virtual army at his disposable at that school. Both are threats to the security and safety of this country… and I’ll do anything in my power to stop them.” – Cooper

—“A bit of one,” Pietro admitted. “We’re going to have call in the reserves though.” – Quicksilver
“The big guy?” – Pyro
“The big guy.” – Quicksilver

1X03 – Alekhine’s Gun – Teaser

Outside the Ronald Regan National Airport in Arlington, Virginia, a handsome man with a chiseled face, square jaw, and short jet-black hair, waited patiently at the taxi ramp. A lady with two kids and six suitcases stood behind him, the children obviously suffering from recent cabin fever being stuck on a plane for who knows how long.

As she attempted to keep them reined in, it became his turn to load a taxi. Taking one look at it and the woman, he stepped back and made a gesture towards the vehicle. It took her a second but she realized he was offering her the taxi and with a relieved ‘thank you’ the woman ushered her kids inside as the driver came around to load the bags into the trunk.

A few minutes later, another taxi arrived and he slipped his considerable height, all six feet and seven inches of it, into the cab, tossing his duffle beside him.

“Where to?” the cabby asked in a worn Moscow accent.

“Ritz-Carlton, Georgetown,” the man replied.

“Ah, comrade,” Moscow said as he pulled out into traffic, slipping into his native tongue, “{from Siberia if I’m not mistaken.}”

“Da,” the passenger, Piotr Rasputin, glanced out of the window, seeing the Potomac River in the distance, “{Lake Baikal.}”

“{Lake Baikal,}” the cabby mused, “{haven’t been there since was but small child. Is it still as beautiful as I remember?}”

“Da,” Piotr answered quietly.

“{What brings you to DC?}” Moscow asked, “{Business or Pleasure?}”

“{Business,}” he tended to keep his answers short and to the point.

“{Ah, but cannot business be pleasure?}” the driver said cheekily.

“{I do not think so,}” Piotr frowned.

It was only a twenty minute drive to the hotel. Piotr paid the cabby a decent tip being that he was generally a nice man, if not a bit talkative.

Walking through the lobby, he was noticed. With his height causing him to tower over everyone and his classically handsome features turning the girls heads, it was hard not to. His eyes downcast, avoiding all the appreciative (and some jealous) stares, he made his way to the elevator.

Clicking the button for the fourth floor, he eventually found himself standing in front of room 419. Knocking firmly twice, he waited for the door to open into a rather large hotel room complete with a living area and an arch leading to double beds.

The silver haired man greeted him by asking, “You followed?”

“Not that I saw,” Piotr answered honestly.

Quicksilver eyed him for a second, not quite trusting the man for obvious reasons, then moved to the side to the let him in.

“Hey,” the red-haired crazy one looked up from the table he was leaning against, “the Tin-Man finally made it.”

“I took the first flight down,” Piotr sighed as he tossed his duffle off to the side next to a sofa. “Is that not how it works? You say jump, I say how high?”

“Oh, oh!” Pyro stood up straight, grinning, “I got it this time. You were secretly a hitter for the Russian mafia but you fell in love with the head bosses daughter and got her pregnant. Now there is a price out on your head but Magneto keeps the mafia at bay in return for working for him?”

Piotr stared at him blankly before saying, “Have you ever considered channeling that over-active imagination of yours into something more productive?”

Pyro merely shrugged, “Until you tell me what bucket head is holding over you I’m gonna keep guessing. One of these days I’ll have to get it right.”

The Russian sighed and rubbed at his forehead.

“Come on, give me a hint,” Pyro urged, “was a murder involved? You don’t seem the murdering type, but they say it’s always the quiet ones.”

“Pyro,” Avalanche admonished dryly, “shut up.”

“Fine,” the fire mutant sulked and slipped out a lighter, flicking it open and closed before Avalanche ripped it from his hand. “Hey!”

“No powers, remember,” Quicksilver crossed his arms, “not till we go after Rogue. We can’t have the X-Men getting into this middle of this.”

“I won’t light it,” Pyro pulled another lighter out from somewhere, “I promise.”

All three of them looked at the Australian with various degrees of disbelief, but in the end they knew that Rogue was one of the few people who understood Pyro and he wouldn’t jeopardize rescue of a woman who was like a sister to him.

“What is the plan?” Piotr eventually asked.

“They’re holding her in Philadelphia right now,” Quicksilver informed him, “heavily guarded. They’d be expecting us to go after her there which is why we’re not.”

Piotr’s eyes fell to the table covered in a map and blueprints. It took him a second but he realized what he was looking at, “This is not the smartest location to attempt a rescue.”

“Which is exactly why it’s the best place to try,” the leader grinned. “Tell me Colossus, do you play chess?”

Based off Marvel Comics’ X-Men© created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby,
with Chris Claremont.

Adapted for Television by JayCee

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