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A Place in this World
"It'll cost you quite a bit, Senator."
Jack O'Connor stared icily at the shifty-eyed man sitting
opposite him, before replying, "I don't really care.
I have the money, and it'll be yours if you do the job right."
"Our little facility lacks support from icons like you,
sir. What we need is your thumbs-up with our project as well
as your financial support."
"Listen, Ulrich, just get the job done, and you'll have
everything that you need from me."
The little man chuckled. "Very eager, aren't you, Senator?
One other thing, about the casualty count of this job...?"
"As many as it takes, Ulrich. As many as it takes. But
take her alive and kicking."
The dream was fresh in her mind, even as she sat on the couch
that she'd fallen asleep on. The hall was silent, illuminated
by the bright moon.
She dreamt of killing him often.
Too often, in fact.
For everything he ever did to her, and for the way he treated
Her heart would race at the thought of having his blood pour
down her arms, fresh and warm from his torn neck, all her
hatred for him washing away along with the flow of the thick
Sabine slid off the couch and walked towards the frosted
windows, and went very still. She squinted through the misty
glass and randomly floating snowflakes; someone was standing
on the hillock opposite the front gates. Her eyes made out
the figure of a short, plump woman wrapped in a thick jacket.
The longer she stared, the more familiar the stranger seemed...
"Mattie?" she whispered as she recognised the African-American.
Grabbing a jacket, Sabine stumbled out into the snow, running
towards the gate, swinging it open and dashed across the road.
She was overjoyed to see her nursemaid, the only woman who
cared for her and-
Her eyes widened in shock; it wasn't Mattie at all, it was
a mistake that took her too long to realise. The next few
seconds hit her like a massive explosion. A motorcycle skidded
on the road, sending sparks flying as its side scraped at
asphalt and she saw Randolph Gedrick stumbling off the rider's
seat, screaming for her to run. Men dressed in black combat
gear swarmed towards her, emerging rapidly from the thick
growth of forest further up upon the hill.
Gedrick got to her first and grabbed her arm, dragging her
away. "C'mon, Sabby! For fuck's sakes, let's go!! They'll
All she heard was a sharp whistling then she felt something
hot splattering on the cheek. Nausea rose in her throat when
she caught sight of the damage the bullet had done to Gedrick's
head. With blurry eyes, she turned towards the gates; these
men were out to get her, and they had made Gedrick an example.
In her terror, her legs refused to function normally, and
she stumbled over Gedrick's body, getting a faceful of asphalt
and slush. As she struggled to get up, a gloved hand grabbed
a fistful of her hair and forced her head backwards painfully.
Her scream for help welled up from her insides and when she
released it, it echoed into the darkness.
Lights came on in the mansion, and floodlights lining the
front gates illuminated the area. Seeing that her assailant
had been temporarily blinded by the lights, Sabine kicked
hard into his gut, freeing herself from his grip. She started
towards the gate once more as the X-men burst out from the
mansion, armed and ready.
Cyclops sent the attackers who were in closest proximity
to Sabine flying back into the woods with his optic blasts,
but not before a bullet burrowed itself into the back of the
young woman's right knee, ripping through flesh and bone and
making its exit from her kneecap. The leg gave way and she
hit the ground hard once more, crying out in pain.
Some of the men formed some sort of wall in front of her
immediately, and fired torrents of bullets at the X-men, distracting
them while the others tranquillised and dragged the fallen
woman into a waiting getaway van.
"NON!" Gambit shouted from behind Jean Grey's protective
TK bubble. "Dey're gettin' away! On my count, Jean, lemme
The Cajun tore through the weakened shield and let fly a
full deck of charged cards at the enemy, mini explosions dispersing
their firepower. Storm called upon arctic temperatures and
froze the firing squad from the neck down, immobilising them.
"Stop right where you are!" The X-men turned to
see one of the masked men pressing a gun to an unconscious
Sabine's head. Recognising the threat, they complied. "Now
back off, or she gets it!"
They watched helplessly as the black van sped off into the
Continued in Chapter
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