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Eloi Chapter Six
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Sean
stretched his legs out, propping his heels on the edge of Emma’s desk, but only
after surreptitiously looking over his shoulder to make sure the woman in
question was not in the room. “It’s just
a measly little threat, not even a proper IRA one. Be concerned when you’ve got
six large men at your front door while their friend plants a pipe bomb in your
post box.”
Mark rolled
his eyes, knowing Sean could not see the gesture but hoping his tone conveyed
his mood properly. “You’re not the only
one who’s lived through bomb threats, thank you very much. And I don’t know what you’re complaining
about. I doubt you’ve had to deal with
six in one week before.”
“Six in a week?” Sean laughed. “Try six in a day!”
“Oh,
please,” Mark snorted. “You’re too young
to have had anything to do with either side of the Dublin-Monaghan bombings in
1974.”[1] He winced inwardly as he heard a thump from
Sean’s side of the line, something he assumed to be chair legs hitting the
floor.
“Look,
mate, don’t you dare try to blame that on the IRA. Everyone knows it was you lot…”
“Us lot?”
Mark shot back, cutting him off. “Just
because I’m British doesn’t mean I have anything to do with the intelligence
group, does it?”
Sean
counted to ten silently before speaking, his words still sounding harsh and grating. “We’re getting away from your point here, I
feel. You’ve had a bomb threat at the Institute so…what would the Professor
like us to do then? Come down there and…wait?”
Mark pursed
his lips as he tried to marshal his thoughts into something resembling order
and not adolescent baiting. “Professor
Xavier has requested that Miss Frost increase her security measures to maximum
levels and, in addition, have guards at all points of entry. That means you, Sean,” he added with a touch
of irritation. “In the meantime, I must
bid you adieu. I have a job to do which
does not include waiting about.” He hung up the phone before Sean had a chance
to respond, almost holding his breath for a moment, waiting for the phone to ring
again, halfway expecting an angry retort Irishman. When none came after a few moments, he let
out a long sigh and pushed himself away from his desk. “Sorry,” he muttered at the Professor’s
reproachful expression.
“Just watch
your tongue next time,” the older man rejoined.
“Sean will bait you to get a rise and you don’t want to get into a…contest…with
him.”
The
librarian nodded and smiled tightly. “I
know better than that but…” He paused. “There
is no but.”
Professor
Xavier murmured acknowledgement and raised a brow as he assessed Mark. “What do you think is the best course of
action?”
The intent
expression on his superior’s face gave Mark pause. “Why are you asking me?” he asked in lieu of
a direct response.
“I’d like
your opinion,” the Professor said simply.
“I also asked Logan
and Storm. I plan on asking Beast when
he returns from making sure the medical bay is ready…just in case.”
Mark
narrowed his eyes slightly, judging how best to respond. Finally, feeling as if he were being tested,
he replied carefully. “I would do a
security sweep of the grounds, stop all outgoing calls and shut off the computers
for the time being. Call the local
authorities and make sure they understand that this is a school with children
present. Use the phrase ACLU if need be,
should the person or persons you speak with be unhelpful due to the past
incidents with the school. I would also
start a sweep of the buildings, even the sheds and the children’s rooms. Move all unnecessary personnel to a safe
location on the grounds, away from the buildings, but make it look casual in
case we’re being watched. Don’t use the cars or any motor
vehicle until they’ve been proven safe.”
Professor
Xavier smiled faintly as Mark paused. “Personnel?”
“Um… students. Sorry ‘bout that. Long day.” He smiled weakly but did not look away from
the Professor’s steady gaze.
“Logan said something
similar,” the Professor replied. “About
what we should do, that is. Both of you
have a very…military…way of looking at things.
It’s interesting how two people that are so
different can be so similar.”
“I play a
lot of first person shooter games,” Mark offered with false brightness, his
mind racing as to the Professor’s real reasons for asking his opinion, especially
if he already had good advice on the matter.
The
Professor did not respond to the comment.
Instead, he gestured towards the door and said “Please start gathering
the students. They are going to have a day on the Institute’s lake. Organize the older ones to help with the
younger ones. I don’t have to tell you
to keep things subtle. Make it seem like
a fun outing—take their lunches, some drinks, make sure the water toys and such
are out of the boathouse storage. Do it yourself with an eye towards things out
of the ordinary for a such a place. Try and have it done in under an hour. Storm’s reported several threatening emails
to the school’s main account, the one listed on the website. All say the same thing as your phone call.”
Mark took a
few steps towards the door, then paused again. “Jubilee knows it’s a bomb threat.” He glanced back at the Professor and smiled
weakly. “Damage
control?”
“Do what
you can. Remind her that chores still go
on even in the face of adversity.”
Mark
snorted. “Right. I’m on it.”
Professor
Xavier smiled to himself as the door shut behind Mark. “Librarian my foot.”
[1] http://www.gaelicweb.com/irishampost/year2004/01dec-jan/news/news03.html
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