Tate Callahan has known Lorna and John for as long as she can remember. They're her family and she's theirs. It all started when she met Lorna. Tate, being diagnosed as a psychotic, for assault of a federal officer was put into Lakeview mental hospi...
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"You seriously want to move him?" Marcos raises his eyebrows at Caitlin, as we all excluding Reed gather at our small kitchen table. "In his condition?"
"I-I don't see that we have much choice." She shrugs, and I kind of agree. Everything has been crumbling under Reed's touch since yesterday. Won't be long before he takes the whole apartment down.
"Finding a safe place— wherever we move him, he is gonna do some damage." John says.
"Yeah." Marcos nods in agreement.
"Well, why don't we just bring him to the Morlocks? Getting him underground might be our safest-" Clarice suggests, only to be cut off by Caitlin.
"I'm sorry, but as his human wife, I'm not really interested in my husband joining a mutant-only separatist group."
"I didn't say join. I meant to say maybe they could help." Clarice clarifies.
"And I said it's not an option." Cait shakes her head, and I roll my eyes at her tone. "What about the clinic?" She looks to John.
"What, the-the place that the Purifiers just wrecked?" Marcos asks.
"Exactly, and it's been shut down ever since. Nobody's gonna be watching now. A little damage won't raise any alarms." Cait suggests. "Look, who knows, I...I might be able to do something for him there."
"Caitlin's right. The clinic is safer than here." John agrees, before looking to Cait. "All right. Marcos, Tate, Clarice, and I— will organize transportation."
"I'm gonna head on over. Just hurry." Caitlin says, heading for the door.
— "Hey, how we looking in there?" John calls to Marcos who just finishes up using his powers to weld another piece of scrap metal into the ambulance truck. We figured it'd be our best shot at transporting Reed.
"Uh, this things about as reinforced as it can be and still roll." Marcos answers, stepping out of the truck.
"If you can get him in, that should hold long enough to get him there." John says to Clarice, tossing the piece of metal in his hands onto the ground.
"I don't know why I'm always the asker of awkward questions, but then what?" Clarice looks to the three of us. "Is he going to live there? What's the plan?"
"Then we figure it out. Caitlin's working on it." John shrugs.
"I'm going to go grab some more scrap metal to fortify the clinic." I say, turning to walk back towards the front.
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