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You seem to be over the nightmares more. And there's not a thing wrong with you

physically. But I'm worried.

You are in bad shape.

You're talking about going back to a hard life.

You know there's more to being an X -Man than getting a good night's sleep.

What? Like blue fur?

Or designer eyewear?

All right. You know I can't keep you if you're determined to go.

Just take it easy at first.

You've got all the time in the world.

got another roll of 80 micron, Bill.

Okay, I'll just write... Bill?

Typical. 800 million on robots and the phones don't work.

Target

achieved.

What's going on?

Did you not know?

However, based upon the urgency of Professor Xavier's summons, it would

to be a matter of some importance.

You sure got a windy way of saying, get the lad out.

Huh? Not quite what you were expecting, is it?

That, Professor, would be an understatement. I don't get it. If it's

and Rogue, you're a week early. Besides, isn't a catered ceremony a tad

excessive?

You'll get your answer in about three seconds.

I... I don't believe it.

Hiya, Wolverine. You should see your face look something like this.

It's good to have you back, kid.

To quote the poet Villaquez, a return to the fold is truly one of life's

greatest joys.

Scott, it's been a long time.

A toast to Morph's homecoming.

Charles, wait. A news report on the mutant activities monitoring circuit.

I'm standing in front of Zydex Industries, the target of a terrorist

hours ago.

Details are sketchy, but sources suspect mutant involvement.

The army is being sent in to seal off the area.

The army?

Indeed. It is rumored that Zydex has developed this synthetic polymer with

pervasive combat arena applications.

You want to give us that in English? They may have invented a plastic as thin

cloth. yet 100 times stronger than steel.

Do you suspect someone, Professor?

If this is the next generation of weapons material, and it were to fall

wrong hands, whether mutant or human, the consequences would be dire indeed.

We must learn more. Morphin, I'll go.

What do you say, kid?

Ready to get back in the saddle?

Reckon I am, pilgrim. Let's you and me head out and find us some holy mere

rustler.

What did he say, Ruffler?

Ruffler, my sweaty rocket scientist, as in cattle thieves, 19th century North

American, here used as a loose metaphor for the polymer percolators. You will

take it easy?

Sure, Doc.

After we have some cake.

Let's do it.

Relax, soldier. I'm relieving you. Report back to base.

But, sir, I was told to... That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Still haven't lost your touch, I see.

Just like riding a bicycle.

I should have ordered that soldier to unlock this thing. No problem.

Looks like you haven't lost your touch either.

Feels like old times, huh, Wolverine?

Yeah.

Just for the record, Moore, I always knew in my gut you'd be coming back.

You're not gonna get all mushy on me, are you? I don't get mushy.

We're in.

Looks like my place after a card game. Make it fast, Wolverine. The mini -jet

camera shows increased security activity.

Keep your shirt on, pretty boy.

I don't need you to... Wolverine, what is it?

That smell.

Oh, no.

I don't know.

Easy, big guy. Just me.

Find anything?

Nothing. Come on, let's speed it.

Ben Whitman, I'm sending you back to Oz. Indeed.

Wolverine, fall back!

What?

You knew?

Yeah. Don't baby me! Either I'm on the team or I'm not!

I thought this one would be easy.

How awful for Morph. To be once again confronted by that which so nearly

destroyed him.

It is rather Melvillian.

Morph is not unlike Ahab, facing the great white whale.

Let us hope he has better luck. The Sentinels are our worst nightmare come

life. I prayed we had eliminated the last of the Sentinels. They have but one

purpose. To find, control, and destroy mutants.

We cannot read them, only fight.

They are without conscience, without fear.

But the real question is, who has brought them back?

Mutants still live.

The time has come for Mastermode.

To be reborn.

My new body shall be superior in strength to my shattered one. With a

is virtually indestructible. The same skin I shall use to create a new

generation of sentinels. To replace those who were taken from me. But there

those who must bear witness to my resurrection.

Bring me Trask and Gyrek.

We are not programmed to apprehend non -mutant humans, Master Mold. You are

And bring me the mutant who destroyed my body.

He shall pay the greatest price of all.

Don't blame Wolverine for his concern for you, Morph. Near -death trauma is

difficult for anyone to put behind him.

You may not be over yours.

Moira warned me. I'm fine. I'm ready.

We'll never know for sure if all of you hold my hand every time things get

tough. I have to try.

Agreed. But please, do not take it badly if I choose not to send you against the

Sentinels for your first assignment.

Self -confidence is a delicate thing.

I want yours strong again.

I don't believe it. What's happening? Trouble.

Hold the plug.

Mansion sensors detect intruders.

Intruders? You're right about me facing the sentinels, Professor.

I just hate to admit it. Professor.

Yes, Beast?

Defensive systems indicate multiple intruders. I sense no extraneous minds

present.

They're there!

Identified. Get back!

Capture initiated.

Allow me.

You ain't going nowhere.

Are you all right? Who cares?

They got a day here.

I froze, Logan.

Oh, Moira.

Where have they taken him? Somewhere to the southwest.

Cerebro has recently lost contact.

He must be unconscious.

Or shielded from me somehow.

Moira was right. I should never have come back so soon.

I could have done something. But I choked.

No one's accusing anyone of anything.

You don't have to!

I know what happened. I had him.

I'm useless.

Both of you, shut up.

I don't care who did what an hour ago. Right now, we have to find Xavier.

Those tin cans exist to wipe us off the face of the planet.

Any suggestions?

A shattered, vivid lie whose frown and wrinkled lip and smear of cold command

tell that sculptor well those passions red.

Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

I'd settle for it telling us who sent it and where it came from. The surface

memory circuits are damaged, but perhaps I can access the central mnemonic core.

A delicate operation.

Just enough power to stimulate the electronic cortex, but not enough to

surge in the damaged circuits.

Fascinating. Two sets of coordinates.

The first is the location of the mansion.

What about the other set? Our old nemeses.

Henry Peter Gyrick and Dr. Bolivar Trask.

If these coordinates are correct, you shall be led right to them. There

be any sentinels if it weren't for those two dirtbags.

And we're gonna catch them.

All of us?

No more.

I... We need you to stay here.

Somebody has to remain in the war room in case the professor tries to contact

us. I guess I can't blame you for not trusting me. Don't worry, pal.

You'll get your shot.

Let's move it!

I'm not useless.

While you've been wasting your time, Trask, look what I've caught.

My notes!

Now clean it and cook it for lunch.

I'm a scientist, Gyrick, not a fry cook.

Some scientist.

Because you couldn't control your creations, we've got to hide in this

jungle for the rest of our lives!

You were the one who wanted to kidnap Kelly. He's why we're here.

Master Mold was perfect.

Yeah, so perfect he turned on us. Or have you forgotten?

Target humans identified.

I created you. Put us down.

That's an order.

Disregard human orders.

We obey only Master Mold.

Master Mold?

him over.

Demon be gone.

Darn.

They're both down.

We're going in.

Come on, Crack.

Let's get out of here!

Come on. They're getting away.

They are prisoners of the Sentinels just as the Professor is.

Well, if they didn't send them, who did?

I believe we shall soon find out.

Beast was easy on you.

You'll tell me all your secrets, even if I have to blow them out of you.

Another set of coordinates.

They're looking for the professor in the wrong place.

I've got to tell Scott.

No, I have to do this alone.

What do you want, Master Mold? Why have you brought us here?

From the two traitors, I want nothing but the use of their hands.

But from you, Professor, I want something infinitely more personal. I

mind. You want what?

A cybernetic link with my electronic brain will increase the unique powers of

your mind a thousandfold.

And place them...

At my command. What you humans might call high irony.

Using the greatest of all mutant minds to help eliminate mutant kind from the

planet. You're mad, Master Mold. A machine cannot be mad, Professor.

That is a human failing.

Prepare him for the operation.

Hands off, Master Mold! Yeah.

Hit brain, stay foot, pal.

Annihilate all mutant intruders.

mutant. We exist to destroy you.

You are the last of my children.

That's where you're wrong.

Get out of here.

We do not fear you.

Eliminate him.

Nice shooting, Moore.

Looks like you're back after all.

Yep. Kind of seems like old times.

I appreciate you saying that, but I can't stay.

What do you mean?

Part of that cave fall on your head? I came through today, but what about

tomorrow? Or next week?

Moira was right. I'm not ready yet. I was just too bullheaded to admit it.

Goodbye, Logan.

Moore. Wait.

Let him go, Wolverine.

Worf knows what's best.

If he can, he'll come back.

He'll always be the next man.