It’s very typical of television shows to take a week or two off, usually because either of a holiday or special event preempted them. Well, this weekend I will be at a steampunk convention and next weekend is Thor: The Dark World… not to mention NaNoWriMo starts today! So I thought this would be a good time to take off for a bit, let people catch up, and give me some time to work on future episodes.
I won’t leave you with nothing though, here is a sneak peak at the upcoming episode 1X06 – The Trask at Hand…
“Call up your X-Men friends,” Val gave him a conspiratorial smile, “odds are they’re going to stick their noses into this anyway, Sentinel is too dangerous to them not to get involved.”
“They gave Nimrod back,” Fred pointed out.
“After they broke it,” she returned wryly.
“To keep Magneto from getting it,” he frowned.
“So they say,” she wasn’t entirely convinced, “but regardless, I want them where I can see them,” she crossed her arms and left no room to debate, “if they want to ‘be the better person’, then they can prove it.”
Fred considered her for a second, then he gave her a scoffing laugh, “And it’s a move the Acolytes won’t see coming, us actually working together.”
“Got it in one,” she grinned, then gestured to his phone that was lying out on the desk. “Trask wants the Council’s help in moving Sentinel. We move it in two days, Thursday to be exact,” she almost laughed, “I know it’s a school day but they better be ready.”
“They’re not stupid,” he wanted to shake his head at her, “even if I don’t tell them, they’ll know there’s nothing altruistic about this, that you’re using them.”
“I’m not trying to hide it,” she shrugged, then sighed, “I know, they claim to be the good guys, but they’re just as much capable as the Brotherhood of doing untold damage if left unchecked. Now, I’ve seen our government give weapons to the ‘good guys’ to fight other ‘bad guys’,” she exaggerated the words, “then only a decade or so down the line find those weapons turned back on us. I’m not making that mistake here, especially since mutants are weapons.”
“They’re not weapons,” Fred said sternly, sitting up straight in his chair to look her dead in the eye, “they’re people.”
“So is a suicide bomber,” she replied coldly, leaning forward, “only when a mutant blows up, odds are it can walk away and do it again.”
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