The X-jet has reached Chaparanga. Cyclops orders Emma to set them up. When Ororo asks what that means, ï¿½field protocol,ï¿½ comes the reply. All team members get a one-day download of the language local to the mission theater. Thatï¿½s new. She likes it, Storm approves. Scott adds that he and Emma had to improvise during a situation in China once. It worked so well that they made it text book. So, if everyone can keep their hands off their brains for a moment, Emmaï¿½s going to set them up withï¿½ what?
Bahasa Indonesian, Emma explains, the national language, holding a Sulawesi dialect in reserve. Local tips: Donï¿½t make extended eye contact, donï¿½t put your hands on your hips, donï¿½t take or offer anything with your left hand. And in the name of all that is sacred, do not use the toilets! And yes, she is a massive snob, and there was no need for all of them to think it at once!
They land at the beach where spaceships go to die and locals are busy scuttling the wrecks. The X-Men exit their jet. This is horrible, Hisako admits. There are kids out there! Ororo understands. She spent a lot of time in places like this as a child in Cairo. There are tiny villages inside Cairoï¿½s garbage dumps, recycling trash, metal and even bones to survive. People do what they must to live.
So how do they do this? Hisako asks Cyclops. Should they ask the locals? Telepathic search, comes the curt reply. Hisako doesnï¿½t get it. Miss Frost looks for the one guy whoï¿½s thinking about the guy he killed back home? One, Emma replies, Hisakoï¿½s an X-Man now, so itï¿½s ï¿½Emma,ï¿½ not ï¿½Miss Frost.ï¿½ Two, theyï¿½re in the field anyway, so itï¿½s codenames, he insists. Three, she tells Armor to focus. Sheï¿½s looking for the one person whoï¿½s not thinking in Indonesian!
And heï¿½s up there! she shouts a moment later and points at a certain shipwreck floating above the ground.
How the hell did he get up there? Armor wonders. Besides the point, Cyclops decides. If the shipï¿½s still up there, it has intact systems and no oneï¿½s going to bother him up there. Except them. Can Storm give them a lift? In two stages, she replies. Wolverineï¿½s a little heavy.
Hisako armors up and offers to move Wolverine. Sheï¿½s been watching old training recordings. There was this thing he and Colossus used to do?
Sheï¿½s kidding him! he swears. Cyclops commends her good thinking and orders Wolverine on point. Armor lifts him, complaining that he is heavy. Adamantium skeleton, he grunts. Not the beer? she asks and fires him up at high speed. Nice shot! Scott tells her. A little fast, but it probably wonï¿½t kill him. Heï¿½s sure Wolverineï¿½s survived being thrown at a parked spaceship at five hundred miles an hour before.
Wolverine lands more or less elegantly and tears off the door. A moment later, he is covered in green slime and asks Emma via telepathic link why that is the case. She replies that Scott thinks itï¿½s to protect the crew from radiation in space. Itï¿½s probably only the teensiest bit toxic. So he shouldnï¿½t try to drink too much. They are right behind him.
Wolverine moves inward, announcing he has Subject Xï¿½s scent. Hard to keep his bearing in here. He thinks heï¿½s south. A moment later, he tells them to shut up the telepathic conversation. Itï¿½s loud up here and he wants to focus.
He finds Subject X sitting on the ground, working on what looks like a cube mad of circuitry. Hello, Subject X remarks without looking up. Heï¿½s an unhealthy, almost withered looking individual with greyish skin, red eyes and a buzz-cut of grey hair. Does he want to put that torch down? Wolverine asks. Okay, kneel down, hands on your head, ankles crossed.
Does he mind if he doesnï¿½t? comes the reply with a cadaverous grin. Honestly, this place is making him feel a bit sick.
They already know heï¿½s a firestarter. If he even gets warm, heï¿½s gonna gut him, Wolverine warns him. Oh heï¿½s not the kind who can set things on fire just by looking at them, Subject X remarks, gets up and moves closer to Wolverine, his hand emitting fire. Wolverine warns him to stay put. He touches Loganï¿½s arm. He has to touch! As Wolverineï¿½s arm burns, Subject X kicks him to the ground, then sets fire to the ground.
He turns back to the box. Another five minutes, is that so much to ask? Another five minutes and he would have been gone. All he had to do was calibrate he power feed to the Ghost Box. Now he has to rush. Thatï¿½s just rude as hell!
Again, Wolverine tries to attack but Subject X sets fire to the air around him. The next moment, though, he is sent to the ground by one of Stormï¿½s gusts of wind. The cavalry has arrived.
Cyclops warns Subject X that Wolverine had orders to take him unhurt and alive. That can change pretty quickly. Stand down or his girlfriend will rip what they need right out of the front of his dying brain. Leave me alone! comes the furious reply as Subject X attacks with his flames.
Wolverine warns the team that this is no ordinary flame. He could feel his damn cells exploding when he got him. Sticks like napalm.
Can Emma get into his head from here? Cyclops asks. Emma tries, but he has screens up.
Subject X returns to working on the Ghost Box which begins to glow.
Wolverine warns Cyclops who canï¿½t fire a shot in these confines that heï¿½s powering something up off the shipï¿½s batteries. They need to skrag the electricity. She can take care of that, Storm announces hesitantly, butï¿½
Something is happening with the Ghost Box. As it glows suddenly, antique pillars and naked beings appear around it. Cyclops fires a shot and orders everyone out. Storm is to strike as soon as they are clear.
They get out and Storm complies and the ship goes down spectacularly, exploding on the ground. Below, the Indonesians flee.
As they all fall Cyclops shouts for Stom. Now arenï¿½t they glad she came to visit? she asks teasingly as she lowers their descent with her wind powers. She adds critically that she said Logan was heavy as he keeps on falling. Itï¿½s the beer, Armor remarks helpfully. Shaddap! Logan shouts before hitting the ground spectacularly. Emma asks if he is okay. Sure, he growls. Just let him regrow some organs and heï¿½s all set.
Scott looks at the wreck, telling the others he wants the box he was building and the body.
As they search the wreckage, Storm asks if Cyclops thinks she killed him. He thinks they have several new problems, if she didnï¿½t, comes the reply. Shouldnï¿½t they be going faster? she replies. If he can be savedï¿½ Heï¿½s not carrying a medical kit, comes the reply, is she? The issue was stopping him from powering that thing up, whatever it was. She doesnï¿½t want to have killed him, Ororo insists. No one enjoys killing Scott replies, not even Logan really.
But his first responsibility is to keep mutants alive, everything takes second place to there being enough mutants alive to protect the new generation. If that means electrifying a spaceship and dropping it three hundred feet with a murderer inside, then thatï¿½s what he does. Heï¿½d rather Subject X was alive too, because he doesnï¿½t like killing and because he wants him to talk. But if it turns out Storm killed him, he wonï¿½t lose any sleep over it and neither should she.
Itï¿½s different for her, Storm insists. No itï¿½s not, he shoots back. Sheï¿½s queen of Wakanda. If Wakanda declared war on Zimbabwe tomorrow, which isnï¿½t beyond the realm of possibility ï¿½ heï¿½s read the papers ï¿½ sheï¿½d have to sign the declaration of war too. And thatï¿½s killing people. They grew up. These are the jobs they do.
Sheï¿½d find another way, Storm disagrees. So did he, comes the reply. He didnï¿½t have Logan just gut him on first sight, and he didnï¿½t obliterate him, when he had the shot. If she never wants to be put into a situation where someone might have to be killed, she should go home now.
And donï¿½t start with that ï¿½youï¿½ve changed, Scott,ï¿½ he warns her. He hasnï¿½t changed. All heï¿½s done is accepted who he is, and what the job is. He killed a man once. So did she. She killed in self-defense. He killed by accident. Neither of them will do it lightly again. Thatï¿½s the way it goes.
Bastards! a very much alive Subject X hisses at them. If they think heï¿½s going to let them make him tell them things, they are insane! One of them will get through! They canï¿½t stop the annex! Theyï¿½re all dead already! He touches his face and his head explodes.