Moira MacTaggert

	Moira sat, poring over her laptop computer. On it was a list of people, people with extraordinary abilities, about whom she had heard either on the news, through painstaking research, or through her many personal connections in high places. [i]How do the X-Men do it?[/i], she thought. She had crossed off several prominent public figures, as their abilities, she had discovered, came from technology or artificial enhancements. What she needed were mutants.
	She had finally cut the list down to six possibilities. Of the six, only one had been seen in New York City, and his existence was the most certain of them anyways, with his several TV appearances. Her course of action was clear. She had to contact the Archangel. [i]But how?[/i] she thought. He wasn’t exactly in the phonebook, and she couldn’t very well publically announce that she wanted to see him.
	Suddenly, something came to Moira. [i]Why couldn’t I be public about this? It’s not like I’m not already thought of as a radical. Actually[/i], she thought, [i]there could be some serious benefits to Project X-Factor going public.[/i] She smiled. She would issue a press release the next day.