Crash of Worlds

02

Logan couldn't help but feel like he agreed with Charles, he didn't know where Hank got these blueprints from, but the detailing on them looked like he had taken them straight from the architects drawing room. His eyes flicked up to the stairs when he heard footsteps coming along the corridor, the thought of Hank stealing something was mildly amusing, just because he was so morally good. Logan couldn't think of Hank doing anything remotely dodgy, he just seemed so on the straight and narrow path of good that diverting wasn't even a thought that Logan could dwell on. He'd probably feel guilty for stealing a chocolate bar...

Nodding his head at the sight of the two males, he shifted his weight and placed his hands against his hips, his fingers looping a little in his belt loops. Well, Charles hadn't changed from earlier, still very much attached to his pyjamas, and Hank was quietly talking to him about something. Most likely trying to reassure Charles that everything was okay, Logan was guessing here. For all he knew they were actually talking about him. Unfortunately, upon coming to the main stairs the conversation had seemingly come to an end, heightened senses or not, Logan couldn't hear a trailing off voice finishing talking when it was that whispered.

He wouldn't blame Charles for being hesitant about seeing Erik, it wasn't like his Charles and the Erik he knew were best buddies at least not until near the end, that is. They spent most times opposing each other than getting along. But clearly, they had been friends, they were friends; even with how Logan left the future, if either got harmed the instant worry was evident. Bad blood could only last so long, until it was all gone and all that remained was the respect and care that someone had for someone who had been a close friend for years.

Light footsteps from the corridor opposite him had Logan turning his head towards Alethea trotting back to the foyer. She let out a whistle at the sight of the blueprints, her purple hued eyes widened as she leaned her elbows against the table, she moved away from one hand to trail a deep purple nail over some of the lines. Tapping her nail and looking up, the fact that Charles hadn't changed had her narrowing her eyes, Logan got the sense this was perhaps a recurring thing; her failing constantly at trying to get him to clean himself up.

Hank walked around the table, shooing Alethea's hand away gently and spreading his hands over the plans, he looked them over before spreading them out, of course he had multiple prints of the building, each layer he had the print for. It just further begged the question of where he got them from?

Finding the print he wanted, Hank looked amongst those gathered, Logan and Alethea were either side of him and Charles stood opposite, he leaned his hands against the table too and looked over the schematics. His eyes followed the blue drawn lines, little notes were jotted here and there, how wide walls should be, or how deep certain parts should be, even where the sprinklers should be were on here. It was a very detailed plan, whether any changes had happened before or after Hank got his hands on these, was unclear.

"The room they're holding him in was built during the second World War, when there was a shortage of steel. So, the foundation is pure concrete and sand, no metal." Hank tapped a finger against the basement level print, that was where they had imprisoned Erik. He was so far down, he wouldn't have any real, natural light, no fresh air. Hank would sympathise if it was someone he actually liked, but he wasn't the biggest fan of Erik at any given time, so really, he did belong down there and had that prison coming. How much it must absolutely suck to not sense a single shard of metal.

"He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet." Charles said softly, the Pentagon was definitely a challenge, that was for sure. Though in truth, wherever they stashed Erik, it would've been a challenge. The government were going to make sure it wasn't easy to get to him, just for such a reason. They didn't want mutants coming to spring him out. The crime he committed wound him up there, but even before that he had been a menace to society, creating little groups of mutants to strike out at humans and take back what was supposedly theirs. In truth, Charles wasn't wholly sure what that was, he just believed Erik was doing what he always wanted, and that was damaging peace and the people within that peace.