Xaviers!

Somewhere, in a dark and smokey room.

"It seems that Doctor Moher has failed."

"The university proved to be a more formidable foe than we anticipated."

"They're proving an undesirable variable in our equation."

"Gentlemen."

The old man leaned forward in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Calm yourselves.

Yes, the failure of Doctor Moher's plan is unfortunate, but we've prepared for just such a contingency. Our objectives remain the same, and the university's impact was prepared for. We'll just have to slide the timetable up slightly to account for the new pawns on the board."

"Do not worry. We will make Britain pure again."