by Will Stanton » Wed Aug 08, 2018 6:10 pm
"How does anything happen? X-Men stuff," He smiled.
"Some third-rate, two-bit villain. Tech guy. Dr....destruction, or something, some really bad name that made him sound more impressive than he actually was, you know? All kind of 'now you shall bow before my might!' and all that. A joke, really.
He had invented -- or stolen, or forced someone else to build -- a gun that basically created a black hole. He was going to destroy London's East End unless they paid him a ransom of a hojillion dollars. Instead, they called Sam and the X-Teams, and I led the squad out to deal with him.
I went in alone. I'm resilient, and the thought was, if he had something deadly and powerful, I would be the most likely to survive it. I didn't want to put my team in unnecessary danger until I scoped out the situation. There was a scuffle, we both reached for the gun, everything sort of....attenuated for a bit...
And then I don't remember much. Bits and pieces of floating through space, and then waking up, not knowing who I was or what I was doing, in a secret base in Antarctica.
I don't know what happened to London. My London. I don't know if I was successful or not. The gun went off in some way, but maybe it jammed or backfired or otherwise didn't work 'properly', and the day was saved. Or maybe millions are dead, including my team. I don't know. It hasn't, technically, happened yet."