The Second Uncanny Issue of X-Men! Making 'X2' Page #4

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And now you think taking in Wolverine will

make up for your failure with Stryker's son?

- How long you been here?

- A couple of years.

And your parents just sent you off

to mutant school?

Actually, my parents think

this is a prep school.

I see. Well, I suppose lots of prep schools

have their own dorms, campuses...

Jets.

So you and Rogue.

It's not what you think.

I'd like it to be, but it's just...

It's just that it's not easy when you

wanna be closer to someone, but you can't.

I've seen how you look at Dr Grey.

Excuse me?

Nothin'.

- You haven't told him of his past, have you?

- I've put him on the path.

Logan's mind is still fragile.

Is it?

Or are you afraid of losing

one of your precious X-Men, old friend?

Eric, what have you done?

I'm sorry, Charles.

I couldn't help it.

What have you told Stryker?

Everything.

The war has begun.

Scott!

You should have killed me

when you had the chance.

But now and then

every mother needs to get away.

Without her, the babies are helpless...

Hi.

What is it?

You picked the wrong house.

You all right?

Stay here.

- This way.

- Let's go.

John! Where's Rogue?

- I don't know.

- I gotta find her.

- Open it.

- Here, take her.

Go on, get in. Let's go. Come on.

Take him. He's stunned.

- I can help you.

- Help them.

- Rogue!

- Bobby!

This way.

Come on. Everybody, follow me up here.

Move.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on, this way.

This is it.

Logan.

- You wanna shoot me, shoot me.

- Don't shoot him.

Not yet.

Wolverine?

I must admit this is certainly

the last place I'd expect to find you.

How long has it been? 15 years?

You haven't changed one bit.

Me, on the other hand...

Nature.

Wait. We've gotta do something.

They'll kill him.

- He can handle himself. Let's go.

- Bobby.

Please.

I didn't realise Xavier was taking in animals,

even animals as unique as you.

Who are you?

Don't you remember?

No!

Logan, come on. Let's go.

- Go. I'll be fine.

- But we won't.

Go. Keep going.

- Right, get in.

- I'm driving.

Maybe next time.

This is Cyclops's car.

Oh, yeah?

What the hell was that back there?

Stryker.

His name is Stryker.

- Who is he?

- I can't remember.

Here.

This is yours.

- I hate uncomfortable silences.

- What are you doing?

I don't think that's his CD player.

- Sit back.

- Where are we going?

Storm and Jean are in Boston.

We'll head that way.

- My parents live in Boston.

- Good.

Sergeant?

Most of the mutants

escaped through a series of tunnels.

- We have some in custody.

- How many?

Six, sir.

Welcome, Professor.

Take what we need, gentlemen.

This protest underscores a growing concern

among most Americans. Mutant registration...

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