New Divide

New Divide: 57

“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 explained while unfurling blueprint plans on the table.

“He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet.” Charles sighed lightly while leaning his hands on the table in front of him.

“Why is he in there?” Logan asked generally very interested as to why Erik was imprisoned in a cell beneath the Pentagon.

“What, he forgot to mention?” Charles laughed quietly while shaking his head.

“Uh...JFK.” Hank explained awkwardly while sparing a look to Charles and then Logan by his side.

“He killed...?” Logan really was struggling it seemed to grasp onto what he was being told.

“It's quite surprising he failed to mention this little nugget of information to you. Erik does like to brag about some milestone achievement.” Margo mumbled thoughtfully.

“I wouldn't call what he did an 'achievement', Margo.” Hank promptly frowned at her.

“You knew what I meant.” Margo replied while crossing her arms. Both knew well that if there was a task he had completed and it was worth bragging about, Erik wouldn't exactly waste much time in doing so.

“What else would explain a bullet miraculously curving through the air? Erik's always had a way with guns. You sure you want to carry on with this?” Charles looked between his quietly bickering friends, the look was enough to cause them to both grow silent and focus their attention back on the task at hand.

“Well, this is your plan not mine.” Logan replied with a slow shrug.

“We don't have any resources to get us in.” Hank stated obviously.

“Or out,” Charles glanced at him before looking back to Logan. “It's just us.”

Logan stood in thought for a moment before giving a slow nod. “I know a guy. Yeah, he'd be a young man now, grew up outside of D.C.” Logan explained with a quiet chuckle. “He could get into anywhere, just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him.”

Hank shifted his weight slowly and looked to the side where Charles stood with a contemplating expression on his face. “I guess Cerebro's out of the question.” The contemplating expression disappeared as Charles looked downwards. “We have a phone book.” Hank looked to Logan again.

“Somewhere,” Margo added slowly. Hank and her looked to each other, they had tried their best to keep the manor as clean as possible, but it was a hard task to do when it was just the two of them. The manor after all was so large, with so many rooms, with so many items of furniture and other titbits.

“Bet I could find it first.” Margo slowly smirked.

“You don't know where it is.” Hank stated while watching as she took a step backwards.

“Like you do?” Margo turned and literally flew out of the room.

“She's getting a head start, Hank.” Charles smirked and looked back up just as Hank turned and ran out of the room. Suddenly seeing as how there was a task at hand it was rather pleasing to see Margo's previously dulled enthusiasm slowly rub off on Hank.

Even as they stood silent they could hear the ruckus of them both. At one point Hank had shouted at Margo to place certain parts of the furniture down. This warranted in a loud thud to happen and annoyed words to come from her.

Looking slowly to Charles, Logan crossed his arms. “They always like this?”

“Hm? Oh, only on a good day.” He replied honestly. Good days in the past the two of them spent rather childishly competing with each other, or racing around, or aiding each other in some task. At one point the two had had a racing rematch, this time Hank did not win, but this prompted for several more rematches to happen afterwards.

“Not many good days happening as such?”

Charles looked at him blankly. “Not so many.” He frowned and tilted his head to the side just as another thud from upstairs happened. Looking out of the door the two saw as Margo reappeared on the lower levels and went flying down the corridor opposite to them. Hank was rather quickly behind her darting into another room.

Something caught his attention then, frowning lightly Charles looked up to Logan. Standing up straight he crossed his arms loosely. “They're still not like this from your future, are they?” It was bad to admit that he could imagine that they hadn't changed too much.

Logan frowned, surely there was limited information he could really share. Telling him such small details surely couldn't hurt, right? “Hank's a teacher,” he explained, Charles smiled widely at this information. “Margo,” at this he paused, Charles looked at him hesitantly then.

“Don't tell me she's a teacher too.” He joked, he couldn't imagine it. Her attention span was always flitting, her having to stand and teach repetitive lessons was something he couldn't quite picture her doing. If lessons involved going out on field trips, then yes, Charles could quite picture it. It really did surprise him how she managed to survive lessons considering she couldn't really stay stationary for longer than five minutes.

“I don't know where she is.” Logan answered honestly, Charles looked up at him seriously then. Hearing cheering and laughing the two looked to Hank and Margo.

“He found it.” Margo pointed at Hank, who for the most part looked secretly achieved in winning.

“Excellent, nice work, Hank.” Charles smiled while trying not to let Logan's earlier words bother him. It was such a simple sentence which bothered him more than he would like to openly admit. It wasn't foolish or arrogant to admit that he always imagined that she would be with him, by his side, she had been so long thus far. Surely though if Logan didn't know where she was, the future him would?

Placing the phone book down over the schematics of the Pentagon, they all sort of huddled around to look at the pages with the small print scrawled tightly on them. Really though the only person who knew who they were looking for was Logan, as yet he hadn't shared the person's name that they were currently looking for.

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(A/N: I like how I've suddenly become less lazy with this. It's at this time that I actually remember why I started this story, and how much I actually like writing it. I'm on holiday from work for three weeks, so I should be able to actually update on weekends now, which is cool.)