Location: Streets of New York
"Uh... I'm glad that I'm not dead too... Thanks for that Folly," Mary said as they walked through the streets, before she turned to address Sara.
"Well, he doesn't have vans, because he prefers sports cars and usually the Avengers fly in a Quinjet, so is it really all that surprising that he wouldn't have a van? He only owns sports cars, which last I checked can't hold a lot of people," she said, shaking her head slightly.
Future Pietro looked at Guin,
"Yeah, watching movies is not exactly high on our list of priorities usually... Most of the time it is, fight for your life and constantly try staying on the move, otherwise we might end up dead... It's hard to be concerned about anything fun when you are more concerned about survival," he said softly, before he looked away from her again. It was hard for him to even think about what was going on in the future right then.
After about 10-15 minutes, and some luck with pedestrian foot traffic. Literally every time they reached a crosswalk, the light turned green to let them go, they managed to reach Jakobsen's campaign office, where they'd meet the man himself. Mary wasn't too sure this was going to end well, she wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but it was the only plan that they had. Confront the man himself, at a place where he wouldn't likely be able to try and kill them with any sort of problems. She took a deep breath, and opened the door, walking inside the building. Walking up to what looked like a receptionist, Mary spoke,
"We've got Guin Stark and friends here to see Jakobsen, I know we're a little early but..." "Oh, you, yes. Alex is waiting for you, just head on straight back, you can't miss it."
"Thank you," Mary said, before leading the group straight back to Jakobsen's office, and she knocked before opening the door, and stepping in. Once they were all inside, Mary shut the door again. Before anyone could speak however,
Alexander Jakobsen got up from his desk and walked over towards them.
"I know why you've come, though I do not believe there is much of a point in this conversation, I am intrigued by what you have to say on the matter. This whole situation isn't the best for you, I know that, but that isn't avoidable."
Location: Stark Tower: Lab
Tony let out a small sigh when he heard Allison's words, before he pulled up a monitor, and pointed at it, still working on the EMP field generator and the gun that would go with it.
"See that? That is a map of New York. See the little dot there? That is Guin's current location, yes she has a tracker that she doesn't really know about. It's in her AI, he has a program, any danger or trouble, he immediately sends out a signal to me. If he gets destroyed, I get a signal and her last known location. So don't worry, I've also met the people she's with, I doubt they wouldn't think there is a chance it is a trap..." he responded simply.
Mira looked up at them, not too sure why Allison was acting the way she was, since it was clear before that she was being a little bit of annoying, or angry or whatever it was. She said nothing, just listening to Tony's words. After a few moments of working, she thought it might be best to speak up.
"Look, I know it isn't really my place to say, but why would Jakobsen attack them in the middle of the city with the Sentinels? Plus, I doubt they went in there without some sort of backup plan or whatever... I'm just saying that maybe Jakobsen didn't want the military to know what he was doing? Since you have to remember, if he attacked them, Colonel Rhodes would know right? If they didn't come back, I'm sure Mr. Stark would mention it to him, so it would expose Jakobsen right then... Actually, it's a great alibi if OMEN were to attack here instead, since there was a group of mutants, not his supporters, who were standing right there talking to him..." After Mira finished talking, Allison would get another vision. This time, it looked like a lab of some kind, there was a calendar on the wall, not too good of a view, but the year was clear, stating it to be 2025. There was a
little girl on a table, surrounded by scientists. She was crying out for her mother, she couldn't have been much older than four or five. "Alright Alcie, just a few more minutes," a voice said from an intercom system, before the vision went black.
Location: Stark Tower - Main Area
"I know that you have no reason to trust me, after all, we have gone against each other more than once in the past. Believe it or not there was once a point in time when Charles and I were on the same side, working together. You think I might make things worse? After all, things seem pretty dire if you are hiding out here, but no matter. It was rather simple to get past OMENs forces, they were focusing more on the front doors, that much was obvious. It also helps when you know someone who can warp reality to their will," he said, waving his hand at Wanda, who just smirked.
Pietro was still panicking, and Lance never thought he'd admit it to himself, but he actually felt sorry for the speedster. After all, he was facing the family he had abandoned right now, and if he was in Pietro's shoes, he would have been freaking out too.
"...Bethany is right, what do you think you can do to help?" Lance asked, looking at the ground.
"Well, you could just kill Jakobsen, but even I know that is a bit of a risk, considering what might occur because of it. We can't protect all the mutants in the world, since I imagine there are worse things than what might happen if he takes office." "You are right about that, I've seen what happens, and trust me, killing Jakobsen is probably the last thing we want to do right now..." Thalia's voice called into the room as she walked in, well, more of limped in. Her wings had already folded and had disappeared, but she was standing and she came over.
"We kill Jakobsen, we start World War 3 and the mutant race will likely end up extinct, we don't do anything to stop OMEN, it is still World War 3. The only way we'll win this is by exposing OMEN, and we can't go on the offensive with it..."
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