More Than the X Can See
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Category:
X-men Comics › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
3,011
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Chapter 24
Chapter 24
“Yeah, Babe, I’ll—” Sean eyed Nathan Summers’ reflection as it disappeared inside The Fez. “Shit, Hun, I gotta go.” He turned to look directly at the hotel, half an ear to his girl’s reply. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you. Later.” He hung up and immediately dialed another number. He leaned back against the window casement behind him and waited for the other line to pick up.
At the gruff answer on the other line he said, “I followed them to The Fez hotel in the raghead dist—” he was interrupted by the voice on the phone. “Yeah, The Fez. Six-story hotel on West El Dorado—” the voice interrupted him again. “’kay. Ya want me to wait and see if they come out?” Sean glanced at the hotel checking to make sure his quarry hadn’t left the building. “Alright, can do. Whatever ya want.” He hung up and dialed another number. “Hey, my man, you up for some action?” he asked with a smile.
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The Host of The Fez restaurant was walking back down the third floor stairs from having taken the orders of his new patrons when the phone at his kiosk rang. He grabbed the receiver on the second ring, “Thank you for calling—”
“Kutty, two men and a woman entered your building a short time ago,” a deep masculine voice stated in Arabic.
The Host’s gaze deadened and his dark eyes quickly darted around the restaurant floor, taking note of the seated customers, picking out groups of individuals. “Can you describe them,” Kutty responded mildly, keeping the discourse in Arabic.
“The woman has long blonde hair and is accompanied by a tall, white haired man and a short, dark haired man.”
“Ah, yes, but they were not alone. There were three other men with them when they arrived. They requested one of the banquet rooms on the third floor.” Kutty snapped his fingers and caught the attention of one of the bus boys that was exiting the kitchen in preparation to clean a table that had recently been vacated. The young man hurried over and stood awaiting orders.
“I do not know about the three men, I was not told about them, but be aware that the woman and two men I have described are creatures of the lowest form, blaspheming mutants, agents of the X-men. Your position may be compromised.”
“I will take action,” Kutty said stiffly, turning away from his customers, his spine rigid and face a mask of determination.
“You will do no such thing,” the voice responded quickly. “I do not want you destroying all of our carefully laid plans by an act of rash bravado. This is a delicate matter and requires finesse.”
“They are isolated,” Kutty insisted. “It would be nothing to—”
“Get yourselves killed!” the voice replied angrily. “Did you not hear me? They are X-men, filthy mutants trained as assassins and spies! The tall man has the power to see into your mind and know your secrets, the other has the soul and claws of a shaidan, a demon. Do not send anyone who knows our plans to serve them if you value your life and those of your men.”
Kutty let out an angry sigh, “Then what do you want me to do?”
“Post guards and don’t let them wander to the upper floors. Find out why they are there.”
“First you say do nothing and then you say post guards,” Kutty said in confusion. “What do you want me to do?”
“Unless they are acting with the police, X-men tend to avoid conflict as much as possible wherever there might be witnesses. It would damage their reputation and hurt their cause to further mutant rights. You have a building full of people, placed correctly, you have witnesses and a reason to surround them with your own men.”
“I understand,” Kutty replied. “Thank you for the great confidence you place in us, and we implore Allah Almighty to help us serve His cause and render our work for His Sake.”
Together, Kutty and the voice intoned, “Ameen.”
After Kutty hung up the phone he turned to his subordinate, “Gather the men on the fifth floor and have Farid come down when they’re assembled.”
The boy nodded and ran to the elevator.
“Yeah, Babe, I’ll—” Sean eyed Nathan Summers’ reflection as it disappeared inside The Fez. “Shit, Hun, I gotta go.” He turned to look directly at the hotel, half an ear to his girl’s reply. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you. Later.” He hung up and immediately dialed another number. He leaned back against the window casement behind him and waited for the other line to pick up.
At the gruff answer on the other line he said, “I followed them to The Fez hotel in the raghead dist—” he was interrupted by the voice on the phone. “Yeah, The Fez. Six-story hotel on West El Dorado—” the voice interrupted him again. “’kay. Ya want me to wait and see if they come out?” Sean glanced at the hotel checking to make sure his quarry hadn’t left the building. “Alright, can do. Whatever ya want.” He hung up and dialed another number. “Hey, my man, you up for some action?” he asked with a smile.
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The Host of The Fez restaurant was walking back down the third floor stairs from having taken the orders of his new patrons when the phone at his kiosk rang. He grabbed the receiver on the second ring, “Thank you for calling—”
“Kutty, two men and a woman entered your building a short time ago,” a deep masculine voice stated in Arabic.
The Host’s gaze deadened and his dark eyes quickly darted around the restaurant floor, taking note of the seated customers, picking out groups of individuals. “Can you describe them,” Kutty responded mildly, keeping the discourse in Arabic.
“The woman has long blonde hair and is accompanied by a tall, white haired man and a short, dark haired man.”
“Ah, yes, but they were not alone. There were three other men with them when they arrived. They requested one of the banquet rooms on the third floor.” Kutty snapped his fingers and caught the attention of one of the bus boys that was exiting the kitchen in preparation to clean a table that had recently been vacated. The young man hurried over and stood awaiting orders.
“I do not know about the three men, I was not told about them, but be aware that the woman and two men I have described are creatures of the lowest form, blaspheming mutants, agents of the X-men. Your position may be compromised.”
“I will take action,” Kutty said stiffly, turning away from his customers, his spine rigid and face a mask of determination.
“You will do no such thing,” the voice responded quickly. “I do not want you destroying all of our carefully laid plans by an act of rash bravado. This is a delicate matter and requires finesse.”
“They are isolated,” Kutty insisted. “It would be nothing to—”
“Get yourselves killed!” the voice replied angrily. “Did you not hear me? They are X-men, filthy mutants trained as assassins and spies! The tall man has the power to see into your mind and know your secrets, the other has the soul and claws of a shaidan, a demon. Do not send anyone who knows our plans to serve them if you value your life and those of your men.”
Kutty let out an angry sigh, “Then what do you want me to do?”
“Post guards and don’t let them wander to the upper floors. Find out why they are there.”
“First you say do nothing and then you say post guards,” Kutty said in confusion. “What do you want me to do?”
“Unless they are acting with the police, X-men tend to avoid conflict as much as possible wherever there might be witnesses. It would damage their reputation and hurt their cause to further mutant rights. You have a building full of people, placed correctly, you have witnesses and a reason to surround them with your own men.”
“I understand,” Kutty replied. “Thank you for the great confidence you place in us, and we implore Allah Almighty to help us serve His cause and render our work for His Sake.”
Together, Kutty and the voice intoned, “Ameen.”
After Kutty hung up the phone he turned to his subordinate, “Gather the men on the fifth floor and have Farid come down when they’re assembled.”
The boy nodded and ran to the elevator.