"Wow this place is more fucked up than Alaska."
The Genoshan skyline looked back at him, slowly bouncing up and down as the boat he stood on traversed Hammer Bays waves. Getting transport into the mutant homeland had been easier then expected. Seemed everyone wanted to get out of Genosha, and not many cared to go in. Recent troubles had crippled the nation, a forced isolation the result.
He'd seen Magneto's speech, just like everyone else. Genosha was nearly destroyed, yet still it was a place of refugee for the x-gene active. He'd grown tired of the prejudice he’d experienced back home in the snow blanketed American state. Being black was enough, but add super powers to the mix and you had a moltav cocktail of hatred aimed at your head. With such a small population, it was a wonder Alaska had so many bastards as residents.
Nerves got the best of him as a droplet of sweat rolled off his chin and smacked against the boats rail. The acidic properties of the expunged liquid burned a small whole through the steel bar with nothing more but a hiss of resistance.
He wasn't sure Genosha was going to be any better. Had to be a reason so many damn people were bailing ship after all. Once, he just wanted to party like a rock star, live the high life as a celebrity. Once he figured out his mutant gifts he tried to turn it into an entertainment career. Failing miserably due to public out lash against all forms of mutants, he'd withdrawn into the hovel of a trailer he'd called home in Alaska. He’d learned about Genosha, researched it even. He followed a few websites that spoke of the exploits of the nations ops group, the Fallen Angels. A supposed secret that was anything but, Tike mused.
Being a natural trouble maker, some even going so far as to dub him an anarchist, his time as a hermit was short lived.
Then Erik Lensheer had spoken to the United Nations. A small light bulb had gone off above his head and he was on the next flight he could afford. He'd had to work as a ship hand to make enough cash to pay for the final leg of his journey, but now, finally, he was nearing his destination.
Genosha's rubble strewn harbor stared back at him.
More drops of sweat fell from Tike Alicar's body, small wholes forming in their wake.
The Genoshan skyline looked back at him, slowly bouncing up and down as the boat he stood on traversed Hammer Bays waves. Getting transport into the mutant homeland had been easier then expected. Seemed everyone wanted to get out of Genosha, and not many cared to go in. Recent troubles had crippled the nation, a forced isolation the result.
He'd seen Magneto's speech, just like everyone else. Genosha was nearly destroyed, yet still it was a place of refugee for the x-gene active. He'd grown tired of the prejudice he’d experienced back home in the snow blanketed American state. Being black was enough, but add super powers to the mix and you had a moltav cocktail of hatred aimed at your head. With such a small population, it was a wonder Alaska had so many bastards as residents.
Nerves got the best of him as a droplet of sweat rolled off his chin and smacked against the boats rail. The acidic properties of the expunged liquid burned a small whole through the steel bar with nothing more but a hiss of resistance.
He wasn't sure Genosha was going to be any better. Had to be a reason so many damn people were bailing ship after all. Once, he just wanted to party like a rock star, live the high life as a celebrity. Once he figured out his mutant gifts he tried to turn it into an entertainment career. Failing miserably due to public out lash against all forms of mutants, he'd withdrawn into the hovel of a trailer he'd called home in Alaska. He’d learned about Genosha, researched it even. He followed a few websites that spoke of the exploits of the nations ops group, the Fallen Angels. A supposed secret that was anything but, Tike mused.
Being a natural trouble maker, some even going so far as to dub him an anarchist, his time as a hermit was short lived.
Then Erik Lensheer had spoken to the United Nations. A small light bulb had gone off above his head and he was on the next flight he could afford. He'd had to work as a ship hand to make enough cash to pay for the final leg of his journey, but now, finally, he was nearing his destination.
Genosha's rubble strewn harbor stared back at him.
More drops of sweat fell from Tike Alicar's body, small wholes forming in their wake.
Back to Gatefold#20 - "Bipolarization - Part I"
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We apologize for contacting you so shortly after your comrades wake."
The radio burst with static briefly, its owner grimacing slightly as she turned a small knob to search for a stronger signal. The green light grew stronger as she inched left, her contacts voice returning finally.
"However, there is work to be done. We have a new contract to be carried out."
"When was the Von Strucker hit cancelled?" She asked, letting go of the walkie talkie's TALK button as she did.
"When no one survived Genosha."
Her tight ponytail whipped in the wind, a fiery bolt of motion matching her raging temper.
"The details are being transferred to the normal drop locations now." There was a pause, the female operative almost thinking more interference to be bailed before the voice came back once more. "And Longbow, remember to keep this only partially personal. While we all want the Harriers killers to pay, there is still a job to do."
"You expect me to pay?? You were cheating boy." his accusers deep voice challenged, a rough hand of thick lizard like hide gripping the young black mans shirt.
"I was not cheating." He said, again and again the words fell on deaf ears. Tyke Alicar looked up at his opponent with one eye, the other swelling from the initial right cross the behemoth had gifted him with. Large, nearly eight feet Tike guessed, the beast was a giant lizard, scales and all. His tail twitched behind him, Alicar sure it capable of being whipped against his head at a moments whim. The proprietor of the underground casino Tike had found himself in, the mutant had taken personal offense to the fact the new comer to Genosha had cleaned him out.
Something told the reptile the African bastard was lying through his teeth. Maybe it was the gleam in his eye, or swagger in his step as he started to walk out. Whatever the reason, the thug known as Lizdar (blame a childhood obsession with Conan the Barbarian and the like) had promptly began beating Tike senseless.
"Don't lie to me bitch. This nose can smell bullshit a mile away. How the fuck did you beat my loaded dice?"
"So this is a case of the pot calling the kettle black?" Alicar murmured, spitting some blood out of his mouth in the process. "Or green in this case?"
A tooth next sailed to the floor as Lizdar elected to respond to Tike's comment with a left cross.
"How'd you cheat me you punk?!"
Tike decided then was the proper time to sweat bullets. Literly. The resulting explosion rocked against Lizdar's impressive frame, loosening the grasp the mobster had on Alicar only slightly. Singed and burned in places, the reptile blinked hard as he waited seconds for the spots in his eyes to clear.
Tike only knew he was airborne once his back connected with the wall he'd been flung against. With a sick wet slap the Alaskan native slide to the ground.
"This how all the new mutants are treated fresh of the boat, sir?"
"Fuck you, I didn't tell you to come here. I didn't ask you to cheat me out of a few grand."
"No, but you would have asked him to pay it if he'd lost it to you, right Lizdar?" A new voice asked from above the dingy alley the two had been sprawling in, the doort to Lizdars upper crust hovel of sin open behind him. Both looked at him, Lizdar frowning as he saw the feline tail whisking in the nights breeze.
"Feral." The Retile said with a growl. "This ain’t your concern bitch."
Crouching into the light, the part cat's orange streaked face, covered in fur which ended in odd horn like points above her head, came into view. On her face a look of joy could be seen, a look completely out of place given the circumstances.
"It is now." Was all the former Fallen Angel said as her talons began ripping into reptilian flesh.
"... don't know how it got there??" The shrill higher octave voice of one of his students shouted in response, hand waving toward something behind her. Raising a hand to his auburn haired scalp, he sighed before he continued.
"It was a sarcastic comment Sandy."
"Mister Madrox, how did they find out?? Randy and I haven't told anyone we were studying here, or that we are even mutants in the first place!" Stacy was a ball of nerves, her safe little haven outside of the tedious life of New York City found vilified and dirtied once she arrived for 'class'.
Not that the man she sought to learn from was an accredited teacher of any sort. Nor was the below poverty hovel he lived in anything resembling the Academy he'd once attended to learn and better himself. None the less it was her small pebble of a rock within the restless ocean that was her life. Now, before her very eyes, she was watching that sliver of granite skim across the waves further and further away from her.
The spray painted letter, dark red, continued to stare down at her from their place on the door behind her. The door to the apartment of one Jamie Madrox, Multiple Man.
"Dirty Muties, Go Home," Jamie intoned, reading the message again. His entryway was the latest in a string of prejudice motivated crimes against supposed mutants in the Manhattan area. It wasn't part of some greater plot, it wasn't some conspiracy out to get Jamie and the kids. No, it was nothing more then human ignorance rearing its head, staring Jamie down and showing him how inadequate he really was.
"Go Home." He finished with a little laughing, looking Stacy in the eye as he did. "But where can a mutant call home?"
It was good to be home, she thought. A soft sigh passed her caramel colored lips as she laid back into the chaise lounge, the pillow swallowing her whole the further she went. Memories of this pillow and the countless forts and castles it'd been used to construct back in the days of her youth came rushing back to her. Not much in the place had changed since she'd left for NYU, but enough to remind her that it wasn't 'hers' anymore. She was borrowing time with it, time she coveted as she curled up into a small ball and began flipping channels on the Television. channel surfing was one art she'd perfected while in college it seemed.
Her dad puttered in the kitchen, up a small stairway to the right of the living room she relaxed in, the smells of a delectable meal sailed through the air over and down to her charcoal tinted nostrils. Again the lines between now and then blurred as childhood came rushing to the forefront of her mind.
She remembered little before she came to America. Her father, a Doctor of Anthropology, had been traveling the world at the time of her conception. Two years later he brought his child, sans the mother who'd perished shortly before that, back to New York, New York, United States of America. The black child of a single white father forced many a trails and tribulations onto the girls shoulders, but she survived and grew due to it in the end. The hemp made skirt around her bottom alongside the myriad of earthy jewelry she wore painted her as the picture of a modern flower-power-ist. Smiling at her own terminology she finally rested on CNN only because of the cute on scene reporter flashing his pearly whites at her.
"... Brazilian government, at this time, has no comment about fire that has struck part of the Amazon forest, as you can see behind me." Below him, the words Ecuador were seen, next tot he CNN logo.
"Hey Dad! Come see this!" She shouted, her father coming to the stairwell and looking over the railing at her beckon. With a wave of the remote toward the TV his attention shifted, reading the same words his 'daughter' had.
"Only a few hours ago this was a tranquil undisturbed stretch of the Amazon, until now untouched by much of the land stripping that plagues this areas ecosystem. That's obviously changed as napalm burns areas of the vegetation to the ground."
"Wasn't that near one of your sites, Dad?"
He only nodded as his past started looking back at him, through the fiery eyes of smoldering cinders.
"We are unclear if this is a purposeful action on someone's part, or if it was an accident. At this time we've been unable to find anyone willing to answer any questions on camera." The spokesman's words were halted as the world exploded behind him, a new napalm charge igniting in a flurry of heat. "Get back Carl! Get BACK!!"
The camera shifted as its operator hurried to spin and shuffle forward, away from the encroaching flames. Its frame showed a stampede of Ecuadorian Militia rushing toward him. Next a gloved hand covered the frame, the thick accented voice of one of the guards the only thing heard. "Move behind the line while we deal with this mutant threat."
The spokesmen voice shouted next, surprised by the sudden manhandling. "Wait a minute! When did this become a super powered incident?!"
"Mutants?" the doctors daughter asked, now sitting upright as the drama continued to unfold in their living room. "Dad... wasn't that near where you meet Mom? Ecuador?"
"Please, get behind the trucks now sir. This is a hotbed of native mutates. Any civilian personal are being asked to leave the area immediately." The live video feed suddenly cut, a startled CNN reporter caught off guard as the studio cameras shifted back to him in a rush.
"We seem to be experience--" The television's power was cut with a touch of her finger, her questioning eyes looking up into her fathers.
Before she could say anything, Dr. Winthrope cleared his throat. "Clarice, there are a few things we need to discuss now."
"... then you popped up out of no where and saved my black ass." Alicar finished, taking a moment to collect his thoughts after telling the tale of his journey to Genosha from Alaska. The cat shaped babe in front of him blinked a few times in response, tail twitching in the air hypnotically behind her.
"You've had one fucked up day." Without a pause she continued. "Did you cheat?"
Caught off guard, Tike could only stammer as he dabbed a gash in his forearm tenderly. "Ummm..."
Feral's nostrils flared as she tasted the air. "You did. You were about to lie and say otherwise."
Tike again damnned the sweat that be speckled his brow. An uncontrollable mutant gift that now could be used as a lie detector against him. Sub consciously he began rubbing the cloth against his wound harder.
"The fat pig was cheating himself. Those dice were loaded."
"So it wasn't just to get some money in your pocket? what then, tit for tat?" Feral prodded, rising to her haunches as the moon's light, blocked by the pipes criss-crossing the alley way above them, cast a horizontal design of shadows against her fur. "How'd you do it then?"
"No, it wasn't nearly that simplistic or materialistic." Tike started to stand, dusting himself off further. "Why do you care?"
"I had nothing better to do."
"Funny. In a sense, that's my answer too. And to answer your second question... it's all in the way I sweat. I can make the dice land a certain way, if I want. All I need is to touch 'em with my skin and the table is mine."
"Nothing better to do then pick a fight?" Feral asked his retreating form, she her starting to stalk after him slowly. She wasn't done with him yet, something about his manners peeking a slight interest in her. She truly didn't know why she had helped him, nor why she wanted to know what his deal was. Something about him, some... scent maybe, told her she wanted more though.
"No, stop someone from spreading disorder."
"What the fuck? Bit pretentious sounding." She challenged, closer to him now by mere feet.
"Lizdar ran organized crime here, right? It was obvious. His organization breed dissent and disorder, as any gathering like his does. Gatherings, assemblies, congress of men who want to rule or control others way of life." Tike turned and looked at Feral, a little taken a back she was so close. Looked like his little trick was working, maybe better then he'd thought. "Lizdar does it by cheating people out of their money hidden behind the veil of gambling. A government does it by just flat out lying to your ace and changing you taxes for it. I beat Lizdar at his own game to prove that exact point."
"You got your jaw nearly broken to say what, democracy is bad?"
"Was that a democracy? Is Genosha a democracy? When was the last time you voted on the bill that let Lizdar run his crocked fucking bar?" Tike pressed, trying to reign back in the instinctive pheromone charge he released earlier. He always seemed to do it when stressed. He'd never forget that damn gerbil that bite his ass in the fifth grade when he was about to kiss a girl for the first time.
"You're what then? An anarchist?"
"Naw... I'm the Anarchist."
NEXT ISSUE: How far can an Angel be forced to fall?
POSTMARK: GENOSHA
Thanks to David for the M2K EC nod for FA #19. Hope this late offering lives up to the bar that issue set. :)
-ALEX
[email protected]
01.05.03
BIBLIOGRAPHY
- Erik Lensheer addressed the UN in FA 20
- Jamie Madrox began teaching two mutant students in X MEN UNLIMITED #???
The radio burst with static briefly, its owner grimacing slightly as she turned a small knob to search for a stronger signal. The green light grew stronger as she inched left, her contacts voice returning finally.
"However, there is work to be done. We have a new contract to be carried out."
"When was the Von Strucker hit cancelled?" She asked, letting go of the walkie talkie's TALK button as she did.
"When no one survived Genosha."
Her tight ponytail whipped in the wind, a fiery bolt of motion matching her raging temper.
"The details are being transferred to the normal drop locations now." There was a pause, the female operative almost thinking more interference to be bailed before the voice came back once more. "And Longbow, remember to keep this only partially personal. While we all want the Harriers killers to pay, there is still a job to do."
"You expect me to pay?? You were cheating boy." his accusers deep voice challenged, a rough hand of thick lizard like hide gripping the young black mans shirt.
"I was not cheating." He said, again and again the words fell on deaf ears. Tyke Alicar looked up at his opponent with one eye, the other swelling from the initial right cross the behemoth had gifted him with. Large, nearly eight feet Tike guessed, the beast was a giant lizard, scales and all. His tail twitched behind him, Alicar sure it capable of being whipped against his head at a moments whim. The proprietor of the underground casino Tike had found himself in, the mutant had taken personal offense to the fact the new comer to Genosha had cleaned him out.
Something told the reptile the African bastard was lying through his teeth. Maybe it was the gleam in his eye, or swagger in his step as he started to walk out. Whatever the reason, the thug known as Lizdar (blame a childhood obsession with Conan the Barbarian and the like) had promptly began beating Tike senseless.
"Don't lie to me bitch. This nose can smell bullshit a mile away. How the fuck did you beat my loaded dice?"
"So this is a case of the pot calling the kettle black?" Alicar murmured, spitting some blood out of his mouth in the process. "Or green in this case?"
A tooth next sailed to the floor as Lizdar elected to respond to Tike's comment with a left cross.
"How'd you cheat me you punk?!"
Tike decided then was the proper time to sweat bullets. Literly. The resulting explosion rocked against Lizdar's impressive frame, loosening the grasp the mobster had on Alicar only slightly. Singed and burned in places, the reptile blinked hard as he waited seconds for the spots in his eyes to clear.
Tike only knew he was airborne once his back connected with the wall he'd been flung against. With a sick wet slap the Alaskan native slide to the ground.
"This how all the new mutants are treated fresh of the boat, sir?"
"Fuck you, I didn't tell you to come here. I didn't ask you to cheat me out of a few grand."
"No, but you would have asked him to pay it if he'd lost it to you, right Lizdar?" A new voice asked from above the dingy alley the two had been sprawling in, the doort to Lizdars upper crust hovel of sin open behind him. Both looked at him, Lizdar frowning as he saw the feline tail whisking in the nights breeze.
"Feral." The Retile said with a growl. "This ain’t your concern bitch."
Crouching into the light, the part cat's orange streaked face, covered in fur which ended in odd horn like points above her head, came into view. On her face a look of joy could be seen, a look completely out of place given the circumstances.
"It is now." Was all the former Fallen Angel said as her talons began ripping into reptilian flesh.
"... don't know how it got there??" The shrill higher octave voice of one of his students shouted in response, hand waving toward something behind her. Raising a hand to his auburn haired scalp, he sighed before he continued.
"It was a sarcastic comment Sandy."
"Mister Madrox, how did they find out?? Randy and I haven't told anyone we were studying here, or that we are even mutants in the first place!" Stacy was a ball of nerves, her safe little haven outside of the tedious life of New York City found vilified and dirtied once she arrived for 'class'.
Not that the man she sought to learn from was an accredited teacher of any sort. Nor was the below poverty hovel he lived in anything resembling the Academy he'd once attended to learn and better himself. None the less it was her small pebble of a rock within the restless ocean that was her life. Now, before her very eyes, she was watching that sliver of granite skim across the waves further and further away from her.
The spray painted letter, dark red, continued to stare down at her from their place on the door behind her. The door to the apartment of one Jamie Madrox, Multiple Man.
"Dirty Muties, Go Home," Jamie intoned, reading the message again. His entryway was the latest in a string of prejudice motivated crimes against supposed mutants in the Manhattan area. It wasn't part of some greater plot, it wasn't some conspiracy out to get Jamie and the kids. No, it was nothing more then human ignorance rearing its head, staring Jamie down and showing him how inadequate he really was.
"Go Home." He finished with a little laughing, looking Stacy in the eye as he did. "But where can a mutant call home?"
It was good to be home, she thought. A soft sigh passed her caramel colored lips as she laid back into the chaise lounge, the pillow swallowing her whole the further she went. Memories of this pillow and the countless forts and castles it'd been used to construct back in the days of her youth came rushing back to her. Not much in the place had changed since she'd left for NYU, but enough to remind her that it wasn't 'hers' anymore. She was borrowing time with it, time she coveted as she curled up into a small ball and began flipping channels on the Television. channel surfing was one art she'd perfected while in college it seemed.
Her dad puttered in the kitchen, up a small stairway to the right of the living room she relaxed in, the smells of a delectable meal sailed through the air over and down to her charcoal tinted nostrils. Again the lines between now and then blurred as childhood came rushing to the forefront of her mind.
She remembered little before she came to America. Her father, a Doctor of Anthropology, had been traveling the world at the time of her conception. Two years later he brought his child, sans the mother who'd perished shortly before that, back to New York, New York, United States of America. The black child of a single white father forced many a trails and tribulations onto the girls shoulders, but she survived and grew due to it in the end. The hemp made skirt around her bottom alongside the myriad of earthy jewelry she wore painted her as the picture of a modern flower-power-ist. Smiling at her own terminology she finally rested on CNN only because of the cute on scene reporter flashing his pearly whites at her.
"... Brazilian government, at this time, has no comment about fire that has struck part of the Amazon forest, as you can see behind me." Below him, the words Ecuador were seen, next tot he CNN logo.
"Hey Dad! Come see this!" She shouted, her father coming to the stairwell and looking over the railing at her beckon. With a wave of the remote toward the TV his attention shifted, reading the same words his 'daughter' had.
"Only a few hours ago this was a tranquil undisturbed stretch of the Amazon, until now untouched by much of the land stripping that plagues this areas ecosystem. That's obviously changed as napalm burns areas of the vegetation to the ground."
"Wasn't that near one of your sites, Dad?"
He only nodded as his past started looking back at him, through the fiery eyes of smoldering cinders.
"We are unclear if this is a purposeful action on someone's part, or if it was an accident. At this time we've been unable to find anyone willing to answer any questions on camera." The spokesman's words were halted as the world exploded behind him, a new napalm charge igniting in a flurry of heat. "Get back Carl! Get BACK!!"
The camera shifted as its operator hurried to spin and shuffle forward, away from the encroaching flames. Its frame showed a stampede of Ecuadorian Militia rushing toward him. Next a gloved hand covered the frame, the thick accented voice of one of the guards the only thing heard. "Move behind the line while we deal with this mutant threat."
The spokesmen voice shouted next, surprised by the sudden manhandling. "Wait a minute! When did this become a super powered incident?!"
"Mutants?" the doctors daughter asked, now sitting upright as the drama continued to unfold in their living room. "Dad... wasn't that near where you meet Mom? Ecuador?"
"Please, get behind the trucks now sir. This is a hotbed of native mutates. Any civilian personal are being asked to leave the area immediately." The live video feed suddenly cut, a startled CNN reporter caught off guard as the studio cameras shifted back to him in a rush.
"We seem to be experience--" The television's power was cut with a touch of her finger, her questioning eyes looking up into her fathers.
Before she could say anything, Dr. Winthrope cleared his throat. "Clarice, there are a few things we need to discuss now."
"... then you popped up out of no where and saved my black ass." Alicar finished, taking a moment to collect his thoughts after telling the tale of his journey to Genosha from Alaska. The cat shaped babe in front of him blinked a few times in response, tail twitching in the air hypnotically behind her.
"You've had one fucked up day." Without a pause she continued. "Did you cheat?"
Caught off guard, Tike could only stammer as he dabbed a gash in his forearm tenderly. "Ummm..."
Feral's nostrils flared as she tasted the air. "You did. You were about to lie and say otherwise."
Tike again damnned the sweat that be speckled his brow. An uncontrollable mutant gift that now could be used as a lie detector against him. Sub consciously he began rubbing the cloth against his wound harder.
"The fat pig was cheating himself. Those dice were loaded."
"So it wasn't just to get some money in your pocket? what then, tit for tat?" Feral prodded, rising to her haunches as the moon's light, blocked by the pipes criss-crossing the alley way above them, cast a horizontal design of shadows against her fur. "How'd you do it then?"
"No, it wasn't nearly that simplistic or materialistic." Tike started to stand, dusting himself off further. "Why do you care?"
"I had nothing better to do."
"Funny. In a sense, that's my answer too. And to answer your second question... it's all in the way I sweat. I can make the dice land a certain way, if I want. All I need is to touch 'em with my skin and the table is mine."
"Nothing better to do then pick a fight?" Feral asked his retreating form, she her starting to stalk after him slowly. She wasn't done with him yet, something about his manners peeking a slight interest in her. She truly didn't know why she had helped him, nor why she wanted to know what his deal was. Something about him, some... scent maybe, told her she wanted more though.
"No, stop someone from spreading disorder."
"What the fuck? Bit pretentious sounding." She challenged, closer to him now by mere feet.
"Lizdar ran organized crime here, right? It was obvious. His organization breed dissent and disorder, as any gathering like his does. Gatherings, assemblies, congress of men who want to rule or control others way of life." Tike turned and looked at Feral, a little taken a back she was so close. Looked like his little trick was working, maybe better then he'd thought. "Lizdar does it by cheating people out of their money hidden behind the veil of gambling. A government does it by just flat out lying to your ace and changing you taxes for it. I beat Lizdar at his own game to prove that exact point."
"You got your jaw nearly broken to say what, democracy is bad?"
"Was that a democracy? Is Genosha a democracy? When was the last time you voted on the bill that let Lizdar run his crocked fucking bar?" Tike pressed, trying to reign back in the instinctive pheromone charge he released earlier. He always seemed to do it when stressed. He'd never forget that damn gerbil that bite his ass in the fifth grade when he was about to kiss a girl for the first time.
"You're what then? An anarchist?"
"Naw... I'm the Anarchist."
NEXT ISSUE: How far can an Angel be forced to fall?
POSTMARK: GENOSHA
Thanks to David for the M2K EC nod for FA #19. Hope this late offering lives up to the bar that issue set. :)
-ALEX
[email protected]
01.05.03
BIBLIOGRAPHY
- Erik Lensheer addressed the UN in FA 20
- Jamie Madrox began teaching two mutant students in X MEN UNLIMITED #???