Log // Maverick // A phone call...

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While on comm duty, Alison receives a phone call through one of the older and rarely used numbers at the mansion. It will set in motion an unexpected cascade of events, to say the least.

All was quiet on comm duty, though Alison wasn't letting that lull her into boredom. There were still files to go over and things to do and she had so much catching up to do it wasn't even funny, though she wasn't putting it that way to others, or even herself really. Just finally being able to be busy and to do things was good. Very Good. And she wasn't about to complain about anything at all involved in that, not one bit. Even Terry's fit of temper wasn't keeping her from concentrating.

The call, patched through to the main comm system, was answered without a blink, though Alison did raise an eyebrow as she spoke, noting the number used by the caller.

"Yes, I need to talk to Jim Logan," North spoke quickly, feeling the sweat bead on the back of his neck. Checking his watch, he looked around the train station. The US telephone services still weren't able to give an accurate trace in less than ninety seconds, and he'd already used eight of them. "It's an urgent matter, please."

It took a few seconds for Alison's thoughts to catch up with that one and she found herself frowning at one of the monitors in front of her as she leaned back in her chair. "Logan? I'm sorry, he hasn't been in residence for a while now." She eyed the phone number that had been used, glowing complacently on the small screen next to the phone. "You called an old number. If you like, I can try and reach Charles Xavier and patch you through." No questions asked, something about his voice indicating hurry. "Or pass along a message if you're in a rush."

"Not in..." Shit, dead end... but... North turned around, feeling oddly like a rat in a trap. Every passerby was a potential threat, every shadow a potential lurking spot for Russovich, anything could take him now.

"Charles Xavier?" The name set off a cascade of memories in his head, back from the days before the program, when Christophe Nord had been a loyal domestic agent for the West German Stazi. Xavier, the American who'd helped Germans defect - high-profile mutants. A threat to his country - but there was no more country.

One way in from the cold.

"Yes, put me through to Charles Xavier - I need... I need asylum. Protection. I am a mutant and there is someone trying to kill me, please. I need sanctuary."