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This is 2 -Baker 10. We're on the scene.
Request for backup. Over.

This kind of thing ain't supposed to
happen here.

Stinkin' beauty.

We need that backup, now!

Not again!

Why doesn't Sabretooth get a life?

I fear Sabretooth's rages are at times
beyond his control.

Like Wolverine would be.

If he knew we were after Sabretooth.
Which is precisely why Professor Xavier

not want him accompanying us.

Dealing with one crazed combatant is
challenging enough.

I find tranquilizing gas eminently
preferable to physical aggression, and

tends to be much gentler on the
citizens.

Though somehow I doubt Sabretooth will
thank us for his timely induction.

Our detention facilities are adequate to
hold Sabretooth at your turn, but we

cannot keep him here indefinitely.

Agreed. If I cannot get through to him
this time, we shall turn him over to the

authorities, but I must first try to
help.

Don't you think we ought to tell
Wolverine? I know of no way to explain

Sabretooth's presence to him that won't
start a war.

I would not be concerned, Jubilee.

The sedative will keep Sabretooth asleep
for another eight hours.

We'll discuss it in the morning.

She says with what he gave him,
Sabretooth won't be up for hours.

Where is he?

Don't worry, Wolverine. It's okay. We
got him locked up in the basement.

The professor's gonna... No!

The professor's in the gym!

Oh, no.

Professor, we gotta talk.

It seems that you have heard.

You know how I feel.

You want him breathing? Get him out of
here.

As long as Sabretooth is in our custody,
he is under my protection.

If you want to attack him, you will have
to deal with me.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

All right.

But I warned you before, and nobody
listened.

If he stays... He gets me as a
babysitter.

I'd prefer it if you'd get some rent.

I'd prefer that, too.

But it ain't gonna happen.

Look who finally got up off his lazy
hind end and decided to pay me a visit.

got it all wrong. I was busy, dreaming
about taking you apart.

Gee, I was dreaming about that sweet
little frail of yours.

What's her name?

Silver Fox?

You lowlife piece of... Hold it!

I don't know who you are, bub, or how
you know what you know, but you ain't

Sabertooth. I don't care who's in your
wearing, bub.

But I'm dying to find out what's inside.

Whenever you're ready, little man.

Xavier, can you read me? They're
everywhere.

They're inside the walls. Who are you?
I'm not reading you. Your transmission

breaking up. Xavier, are you hearing me?
You're in.

I'm realigning the antenna array.

Boosting power.

Professor, can you hear me?

Sinister, what? Xavier, you must help
me. This thing.

What's happening?

A being of immense power has attacked my
base of operations.

My men are all captured.

Destroyed. This being causes infection.

Fredding, you must stop it.

We'll do everything we can once we
analyze the nature of this thing. There

time for analysis.

The creature consumes matter. It can
take on any form you cannot weigh.

Professor! Behind you!

What the... Professor!

Professor! Professor!

Professor!

Target identified.

McCoy.

Not

our

usual evening visitor.

Fascinating. It moves through solid
matter like I move through air.

Oh, my stars.

Logan.

Hank.

I'm coming, Logan.

No, Hank.

Don't.

Get out of here, Hank. You got it.

Get out! Yes!

Logan.

Do not resist, Lucas.

You will be assimilated.

Perhaps. But not this night.

A sample may prove useful.

There must be some sort of neurochemical
signal linking the individual units.

Dr. McCoy, move away from the house.
Leave this situation to us. We need to

debrief you.

Very well, but I... No vehicles.

Then how did they arrive?

Under the circumstances, I am sure Logan
will understand.

Relatively slow moving. I should easily
out -distance it.

Negative! Accelerate! Accelerate!

Do not be alarmed.

Selfish friend.

Ally. On your side.

What are you?

No time for introduction.

Die!

Self -suffering beast has light
suffering.

Acquisition of McCoy delayed.

Remaining mutants ready for transport.

I believe some introduction is in order.

Affirmative. The self is I am called
Warlock. It is not a name but a title.

I am heir apparent of the Phalanx. A
cluster some 37 .5 light years distant.

What it cannot assimilate, it destroys.

As I need maturity, the time when I
would forever merge with the Phalanx, I

realized... I had no heart for conquest.

My life mate felt as I did.

Together, we broke free and fled the
Phalanx.

As we searched for a new home, our ship
became damaged.

I struggled to regain control.

I could not.

Our ship crashed on your Earth.

When I awoke here, I could not find my
life mate.

I feared the worst.

Men came.

Many men. With vehicles and machines.

They took our ship.

And Self was too afraid to help her.

Now Phalanx has followed us here.

And your world will be lost.

Self is ashamed.

There is no need to be.

Our world is not lost yet.

Land on that roof over there.

Self followed men's trucks to a
laboratory, but there was no sign of

Until Self followed her energy pattern
to your home.

You mean that creature is your life
mate?

No! Yes.

In part.

The phalanx has her now. Has done
something to her. Something horrible.

Weary. Will you help us, McCoy? Please?

Perhaps we can help each other. I have a
lab in this building.

I would like to examine a sample of
your, uh...

Tissue.

We are fortunate that it is after hours.

Where is it? Why is this fortunate?

I fear your appearance might alarm the
staff.

Then self will change appearance.

No. Of course. This way.

Astonishing. Assimilation occurs rapidly
in metallic substances, but more slowly

in non -metals. Living tissues are also
assimilated quickly.

Yet mutant tissue seems somehow immune.

Does this assimilation occur independent
of conscious thought?

Oh, no, self -friend Hank.

As with the phalanx, every part of self
thinks and feels.

Query, if self -friend Hank is finished,
may self reintegrate the sample?

Well, yes, if you like.

Extraordinary.

Do that again, please.

Of course!

The rate of the assimilation is directly
proportional to the substance's

electrical conductivity.

Query, what is Delphine Hank talking
about?

The assimilation process is an
electromagnetic phenomenon.

That would explain how the phalanx was
able to travel so quickly along the

fence. It could transmit its mass along
any good conductor.

Railroad tracks, power lines, phone
lines.

Good heavens!

This thing could be far more dangerous
than we realize.

Weary. What is so, friend?

I am patching into President Kelly's
emergency line.

He must be alerted to the danger.

Dr. McCoy, what's the trouble?

Mr. President, I must warn you of a
grave threat.

Don't say any more, doctor.

This may not be a secure line.

What's your location?

The Grace Eye Clinic in New York City.

We'll send a chopper to pick both of you
up. Be on the roof in ten minutes.

Kelly out.

Self -friend Hank, you did not tell the
president about self. We can explain the

situation when we arrive.

Right now, we must query... Then what
did the president mean by both of us?

Self -friend Hank,

your president is no longer human.

The patient!

Self -friend Hank, we cannot help them
by ourselves.

No, we cannot.

But who can we turn to?

My specialty is organic chemistry, but
the phalanx is as much inorganic as

organic. Of course. I only pray we are
not too late in reaching him.

Weary, will not a transmission reveal
our location?

Not if I direct it through a few relay
satellites.

Dr. McCoy.

I wish I could say I'm happy to see you,
but for some reason a visit from the X

-Men is usually more trouble than it is
worth. I'm afraid this time will be no

different, Ford.

I believe all life on Earth may be at
risk.

Should we meet somewhere safe?

If this is your idea of a joke, McCoy...
I only wish it were.

Milford Township.

Sid's Grill on Oakhurst.

One hour.

Agreed. Trust no one, not even your own
team.

Understood.

You said you could sense your life
mate's energy pattern.

Affirmative. Cell could not forget her
pattern, even as Phalanx. Then could you

tell if Forge is really Forge?

Affirmative, but only in person.

I guess we need to be thankful for small
favors.

Unfortunately, there has been little
progress in mutant assimilation.

The X -Factor in their genetic structure
is resistant to the assimilation

process. Work continues on the Spire.
The Spire is of primary importance.

Mutant assimilation serves only to
accelerate completion of the primary

Once that has been accomplished, all
Phalanx will rejoin the Nexus.

Random genetic reproduction will cease.

And at last, all life on this world will
attain the perfection of the Phalanx.

Please don't do that.

Sorry. Both beings are human, though
Forge has inorganic components.

Additional being is fully biological.

Additional? Well, as long as he's human.

Quicksilver! He seems to think the base
personnel are acting strangely.

Is he right?

Quite probably.

This young man is Warlock. We have
discovered something disturbing.

It began roughly twelve hours ago.

And we waited until you arrived.

It was the only way to be sure you were
unaffected. You don't expect us to

believe this.

Dr. McCoy isn't given to flights of
fancy, Pietro. But couldn't this be some

elaborate ruse?

We know of any number of mutants capable
of... I know how it must sound, but,

Warlock, would you assimilate that fork?

Interesting. And I'm afraid
corroborating evidence is standing

Miss, is there a real exit to this
establishment?

There is no exit, mutant.

Light mate! No!

Please!

Warlock! Help! Help!

Control link re -established.

I'll bring the van around.

No, please.

Leave me. You can travel faster alone.

Not necessary.

Great spirit protect us. Indeed.

This way.

Get down!

Mr.

Sinister may seem an odd ally. The
pragmatism of the enemy of your enemy is

friend seems to apply.

Quickly! They're reforming!

Go! Go!

It

destroyed

my records, my laboratory, my men.

All gone. I have run a projection based
on what we have observed so far.

It appears that if this phalanx organism
proceeds unchecked, 76 % of the world's

population will be assimilated within
four days.

But you're using a viral model. This
thing thinks.

It knew to go for the president and it
knew to ambush us at Milford. It knows

just what and when to infect.

True, but the range of its control seems
limited.

In the diner, that portion of it seemed
to revert greatly.

Perhaps it needs a larger transmitter to
extend its range.

Something like that, for instance.

It is the Spire!

The Phalanx will use it to summon the
rest of my people! To add this planet to

the Phalanx Empire!

It is Cell's fault!

Cell never should have come here!

Now, Cell friends Beast.

Forge, your world is doomed.