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"That is, I shouldn't ask questions?" Xavier grasped the essence immediately, not showing his attitude towards this with his face in any way.
"It is undesirable," I nodded. "Answers might affect your emotional state, and formed value judgments, your subconscious attitudes. It is critically important to me that you remain yourself, perhaps a little nervous, but not in the turmoil of difficult philosophical questions."
"I can promise that my request will not harm you, the school, or humanity as a whole. In fact, on the contrary, it should save the world from a heap of problems if everything goes as I plan. And if it doesn't go, then we'll just fly to one place and return with nothing. And yes, of course, I will answer all questions and explain the whole background as soon as it can no longer harm the cause."
"Alright," the telepath nodded, "give me twenty minutes to get ready."
"So simple?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Why not? You are a good person, Loki. Sometimes cruel, but considering what times your childhood passed in and what traditions you were raised in, there is nothing surprising in this. And if you ask for my help, I will try to help if it is in my power."
"Oh, Charles," I chuckled, "you're making me blush. If only someone else saw this goodness of mine…"
"Not everything at once, but… Storm has a rather high opinion of you," returning a good-natured grin, Xavier returned to his computer.
"Mmm, is that disclosing medical secrets to a charismatic swindler?"
"No, those are the words of 'just a teacher' that she passed to her 'disabled father'," there was laughter in the mutant's voice and the short glance thrown at me.
"I confess, your point of view intrigued me greatly from the first minute of our acquaintance; it is very unconventional."
"I won't apologize for terrorist-pacifists! Admit it, there's definitely something to it. At least it's more creative than the classic heroic epic."
"Something tells me the latter plays a key role for you?" typing something quickly on the keyboard, the man inquired.
"Who knows?" I shrugged. "Maybe it's the voice of my like-minded person living in your heart? You know how it is, the first hundred years, rebellious spirit?"
"I wish that were so…" Charles clicked on something with the mouse, the monitor screen wasn't visible from my place, "but I'm afraid it's much more prosaic…"
"Someday I'll make a compilation of all the cases where you called me a juvenile delinquent, of which I've seen enough, and show it to Mom."
"I feel there is some consequence behind this…" Xavier looked up at me, rolling out from behind the desk again.
"How to put it…" I shook my head, shifting my gaze. "She will be delighted… And will surely decide to introduce you to one of her friends."
"…" Charles didn't find an answer immediately. "That is flattering… But I think we shouldn't bring it to that."
"Who knows," I grinned unashamedly, imagining this picture in colors. "So, are you ready?"
"It remains to warn Scott that I will be absent for a while," the telepath sighed. "This new security system sometimes seems somewhat inconvenient to me."
"What can you do; convenience and security are usually on opposite sides of the barricades. But you can take your time; I was going to steal his plane anyway."
"Loki…" a heavy sigh and a reproachful look.
"Okay, okay, I arranged for him to give us a lift. 'No-longer-stylish-glasses' graciously agreed."
"Sometimes it seems to me that you aren't a thousand years old, but only fifteen," the telepath shook his head.
"The main thing is not to grow old in soul!" I smiled. "And that was the seventy-sixth case. Shall we go?"
"Yes, I am ready."
And we headed to the secret hangar with the secret stealth plane to secretly fly to the secret research camp of a secret organization. Hmm, is it just me, or is there too much of the word "secret" here?
Scott was already warming up the engines, and as soon as we boarded, he gave the command for takeoff.
After getting rid of the heavy visor and the risk of arranging a laser show just by opening his eyes sleepily before putting on glasses, his character softened somewhat, and he respected me enough that he was even ready to tolerate my inimitable sense of humor.
Or is it because of the new security system? Perhaps he isn't hopeless, and the idea of throwing circular saws will meet his understanding and approval after all.
I would also like to see Storm here, purely for moral support and for the sake of aesthetic feelings, but alas, the beautiful mulatto woman was busy with the younger generation who had exams coming up, with all the ensuing consequences, so it wasn't fate.
The flight itself passed rather boringly, Charles, as promised, didn't ask me about anything, Scott piloted, and I was occupied with delving into Asgard's affairs with most of my consciousness, praise the primordial spark of creation, at least without visitors and petitioners for now.
We could land in the desert almost anywhere, thanks to the ultra-light and ultra-strong polymers of the "Blackbird," so I didn't worry about that.
But then the adventure began…
"I see the camp," Cyclops reported on approach. "Looks like something of a quarantine zone, but no air defense or radars."
"Even if there were, I masked us back at takeoff," I said, getting up from my seat in the cabin and approaching the cockpit. "Yes, that's right, that is the spot. Can you set her down on that little mound over there?"
"We'll be sitting ducks there."
"No big deal, my illusions will hold for five hours easy, and they won't drive patrol cars up there themselves."
"But what is this place?" Xavier finally gave in to curiosity, watching the ground approach along with us from the co-pilot's seat.
"A temporary S.H.I.E.L.D. base," I answered the elderly man.
"And why are we here?" Scott looked at me askance, smoothly bringing the bird in for a landing.
"Please be patient for literally ten more minutes; you'll see for yourselves soon."
"Very well," the professor nodded, forestalling Summers.
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