Sound of Silence - Betrayal: Epilogue
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xp_logsHigh above the ground, the disappearance of Attilan is observed by passengers on two other flights.
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On the private plane... "... and if you look out the windows to your right, you can see Attilan Airlines flight six-one-six approaching for a landing. We'll make one last turn around the island before we climb to our cruising altitude."
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Wanda took up a lot of room on the plane but, considering how much room there was, no one said anything. This, she thought as sprawled, was the life. The only time she got leg room like this on a flight was if someone else paid for first class. And this was beyond first class.
She glanced out the window and smiled, pleased with how everything had gone so far.
"An airplane cabin luxurious enough to impress even me, and yet I still end up seated next to someone who takes the first opportunity to steal my armrest," Pietro said dryly, nudging her. "Clearly there is some universal law at work here."
She nudged him back and smirked. "You weren't using it right the very second I stole it from you," Wanda said smoothly. "It looked rather lonely."
Pietro wrinkled his nose. "I took my weight off that armrest for less than half a second, Wanda. I'm supposed to be the fast one in this family. You don't see me going around breaking things, do you? No, because that's your trademark."
"It is not fast it is...sibling knowledge. I somehow sensed you were no longer using it, for however long that was, and simply took advantage." Wanda waved a hand at him as she relaxed back in her seat. "I was well versed in that long before we came into our powers, just as you were well versed in annoying me to no end."
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Monet rubbed her forehead carefully. It felt like her head was going to fall off and the light reflecting off the ocean made her wish she'd brought the hangover glasses on her carry on luggage. "Laurie, dearest darling Laurie? Can your powers do anything about hangovers?"
"Yes, although I'm not sure I should. It's self inflicted, after all." Laurie replied with a grin, looking out at the Island below.
She was glad they'd gotten the side that could still see land, as ocean was boring at the best of times and they'd be seeing quite enough of it in the near future. One last glimpse of the Island was very welcome indeed.
Monet sighed. "Fine. I just hope you have the decency to not be cheerful at me then. It's a crime against humanity."
"Cheerful is a state of mind, not a crime." Laurie said, not succeeding at all in stifling the giggle that followed. "Fine, I'll fix your headache. But do not think this means I'll fix your hangovers every time. Or Marius's, for that matter."
She reached forward and placed a hand against Monet's wrist, pushing with her mind and concentrating on what it was she wanted. An end to pain, peacefulness, a calm mountain lake. She still hadn't mastered individual hormones yet but she knew that would come in time.
"You're an angel and a genius and I love you lots. Lots and lots and lots. Did I mention that you're fantastic? Because you are." Monet settled back, enjoying the feeling of the lessening headache. Laurie apparently couldn't do much for the queasiness but that was okay.
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On another flight... The deed was done, and there was no compelling reason to stay behind and watch the revolution begin. It would be messy, even if Maximus' plan were flawless, and Fabian Cortez had no desire to get his hands dirty yet. Oh, there would be much of that later, but this was just the beginning. He had other duties offered to him by a higher authority, anyway. He couldn't help but smile, flashing perfectly white teeth in an almost lascivious manner. The flight attendant who came by with a bottle of mineral water seemed quite put off, and scurried to the next row quickly.
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The pilot's voice was cheerful and professional as the luxury airliner banked slightly into a turn. Those passengers on the right side of the plane had a perfect view of the beautiful island of Attilan, with the airport on the coast and the capital visible behind it. Another red-and-white passenger jet was making a low approach for the airport, with the light hitting just right to reflect its image in the crystal-blue waters below.
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Angelo turned in his seat to grin at them both cheerfully. "Useful trick you've got there, Laurie. Does it work on all pain?"
"In theory." Laurie responded, frowning as she thought about it. "The problem with that is, if there's enough pain then to use my power at sufficient levels to block it, I'd end up sending you into anaphylactic shock. So the answer is sort of 'Yes but no'. I could make your body speed up it's processing, of course but then you'd have the risk of organ failure."
She realised that perhaps she was going on a bit again, and blushed. This always happened when it came to explaining how her power worked. There was just so much information, and while she adored Biology and the discussion there of, she knew it could be boring for those who didn't need it in order to control certain genetic gifts.
Across the aisle, Amanda glanced over from where she had been resting her head on Angelo's shoulder. "Well, it worked on me a treat. Thanks again, Laurie." She grinned and then squeezed Angelo's hand. "And for the barber job you did on Ange."
"Yeah, you did a pretty good job", Angelo agreed. "Might have to get you to do it again, when it grows out. With me awake this time."
"I'm always willing to cut people's hair." Laurie responded with an easy smile. "Well, when it's a basic one, anyhow. I'm no stylist."
Monet cracked an eye open and gave Laurie a half hearted glare. "So we're clear. No touching my hair, okay?"
"Not even if I promise to put pretty little butterfly bows in it?" Laurie replied with a grin as she turned to look out the window. Another plane was coming into land, gliding down smoothly as she watched.
Amanda snorted. "If that's the style, I'll have to agree with Miss Perfect. No butterflies."
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From her seat by the window, Jennie paused from her magazine to take one last look at the Island below. What she saw made her eyes widen. She felt all of the blood drain from her face.
Red. Everything was red.
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The first flash from the capital city could have been mistaken for an odd reflection of light, glimmering and shining as it grew in intensity. The arriving airplane seemed to lift its nose slightly, as if to correct its approach. In one small instant, everything seemed to hold unnaturally still, except for the cascading pulse of light that reflected itself over and over again from the island.
And in a bright flash, everything changed. Outlines of buildings and landscape could be seen brightly, silhouetted in stark contrast as the island of Attilan was engulfed in a globe of energy. It passed as quickly as it had came, but as the brightness subsided - the island was simply gone.
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Ororo felt it before she saw or heard it. A vast emptiness that suddenly appeared, nearly taking her breath away with its sheer magnitude. Something was wrong; very, very wrong, and as the seconds ticked by and the atmosphere curled and coiled in on itself, trying to fill the gap that had appeared, Ororo began to feel light-headed. She leaned towards the window to try and see what had happened, hearing the shocked murmuring of the other passengers become a buzzing in her ears as darkness began to creep in on the edges of her vision.
She had just realized that Attilan was gone when the disturbance became too much and she succumbed to unconsciousness, slumping against the seat as her eyes drooped shut.
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"I will maintain to my dying day that you . . ." Pietro's voice trailed off into nothingness as, out the window, Attilan vanished. It couldn't be real, it wasn't--"Wanda," he said, steadfastly ignoring the murmurs rising from elsewhere in the plane, "look out the window and tell me what you see?"
Giving him a strange look, Wanda turned her head to glance out the window next to them. "I do not see anything," she said and was about to turn back when she froze as that sank in. The distance was too far for her to have looked using her power but she didn't need to use her powers to realize what had happened. "It's gone..." she breathed, hands gripping the arm of the seats tightly.
"I suppose that rules out hallucination." Pietro's face had gone distinctly pale. "Crystal was down there," he said faintly.
"And Medusa." Wanda closed her eyes tightly as the cabin of the plane filled with exclamations as others started to notice the disappearance. She looked at her brother and reached over, gripping his hand in hers. One, strong squeeze and she let go, forcing herself to be calm. "We need to find out what happened and help calm some of the others," she said, quietly, looking around the cabin to locate the adults. A worry cropped up in her mind--whatever happened might still be happening or happened again. She glanced over again at Pietro, about to push herself out of her seat.
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Marius blinked from his magazine on the opposite side of the plane, the short pulse of light catching the corner of his eye. He turned to look, but as far as he could see the sky outside the windows was clear. "Eh . . . weather balloon?" he asked, uncertain whether there had been anything to see.
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Angelo had turned for a last sight of the island as well. He got it, but not in the way he'd ever been expecting. "Uh... Laurie? Did you just see that too?"
Laurie didn't answer though, her face gone white as a sheet, all she could do was stare. The island, and everyone on it had suddenly ceased to exist.
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His hand went to his heart, feeling for the small leather bound Tanakh he kept in the breast pocket of his jacket. Cortez had executed his sacred duty, and now it was on to the next. It was only a matter of time before the fall of Attilan heralded the birth of this paragon - as Maximus called it. All as foretold. Just the thought made him settle comfortably into his seat. Brown eyes fluttered shut, but snapped open a moment later at the sudden deafening series of booms and blinding flashes of burning white light. A curse died on his lips as he peered out the small window. As his eyes readjusted, he could see that where the great nation of Attilan had stood mere seconds ago, there was now nothing more than violent, angry ocean.
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For perhaps a second, there appeared to be a hole in the ocean, stretching to the ocean floor before the walls of water collapsed inward with a sound like a thousand thunderclaps. A nearly-spherical wave of water rose from the depths, hung suspended in the air for a moment, then collapsed as the sea became a rolling maelstrom, with no sign that the island had ever existed.
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Laurie had gotten over her initial shock somewhat slowly but when she did, she noticed that Ororo wasn't moving. Getting up, she shook her head at Angelo's look of concern and headed toward her stricken teacher. She had something to do now, and for her it was best to focus on this, rather then the fact that people she cared for were now dead.
Reaching Ororo, she crouched down, hoping that she knew how to do this. Technically, she shouldn't have any problems waking someone up, she just had to increase the amount of 'waking' hormones in their body. But knowing you could do something, and doing it were two different things.
She reached forward, placing her hand almost gingerly on her teacher's shoulder, and thought of alarm clocks.
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"I suppose we do," Pietro said absently, eyes still locked on the tumultuous sea. "Just . . . just give me a moment. She's got a decent turn of speed, in the air. If she had any warning . . ."
Wanda didn't tell him that in the air, at this speed, there was nothing they could do. They weren't fliers or telepaths and she was fairly positive the plane would go away from the damage. Or that if Crystal had been given any warning, she might have headed back towards her family. But she really, really understood the feeling of helplessness, so she held her tongue.
Instead, she gave one last look out the window, towards nothing, and then shoved herself out of the seat, long legs carrying her swiftly towards Ororo.
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Monet groaned as a wave of emotion cracked through her (patchy) shields, starting the headache right back up again. "Do you mind? Some of us are..." It took a long moment, where she clung desperately to consciousness, for the stimulus to subside enough for her to start to understand it, before she saw the image of the vanishing island filtered through several minds. "...fuck me dead."
"We all saw it," Amanda murmured, her hand tightening in a deathgrip. "Attilan's gone."
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Was it as he feared, that Maximus had failed so spectacularly? "Idiot," he muttered to himself, sitting back in his seat and carefully withdrawing his bible. This was an unexpected wrench, but when God closes a door, He opens a window. And for those few Chosen like Fabian Cortez, the window often led to an even greater reward. "Amen."
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Eventually Ororo came to, though she was still greatly disoriented and rather groggy. Blinking at the girl in the aisleway, she straightened up and glanced out the window. Nothing.
"Do they know what happened?" she asked, hoping that in the time she had been out some explanation had been found for the island's complete disappearance.
"No. Nothing yet, they're taking us to another airport, one where it's safe to land." Laurie responded, her hand dropped from the older woman's shoulder, clenching against her knees. "Ms Monroe? I'm scared. I think...I think they're all dead."
Ororo shook her head, leaning forward to place a reassuring hand on Laurie's back. "You cannot say that, Laurie. We do not know what happened. Maybe... Perhaps they are fine. Let us wait and see." Even as she said the words Ororo knew they weren't true - every sense she had was crying out that Attilan, the once proud island nation, was gone.
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On the private plane... "... and if you look out the windows to your right, you can see Attilan Airlines flight six-one-six approaching for a landing. We'll make one last turn around the island before we climb to our cruising altitude."
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Wanda took up a lot of room on the plane but, considering how much room there was, no one said anything. This, she thought as sprawled, was the life. The only time she got leg room like this on a flight was if someone else paid for first class. And this was beyond first class.
She glanced out the window and smiled, pleased with how everything had gone so far.
"An airplane cabin luxurious enough to impress even me, and yet I still end up seated next to someone who takes the first opportunity to steal my armrest," Pietro said dryly, nudging her. "Clearly there is some universal law at work here."
She nudged him back and smirked. "You weren't using it right the very second I stole it from you," Wanda said smoothly. "It looked rather lonely."
Pietro wrinkled his nose. "I took my weight off that armrest for less than half a second, Wanda. I'm supposed to be the fast one in this family. You don't see me going around breaking things, do you? No, because that's your trademark."
"It is not fast it is...sibling knowledge. I somehow sensed you were no longer using it, for however long that was, and simply took advantage." Wanda waved a hand at him as she relaxed back in her seat. "I was well versed in that long before we came into our powers, just as you were well versed in annoying me to no end."
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Monet rubbed her forehead carefully. It felt like her head was going to fall off and the light reflecting off the ocean made her wish she'd brought the hangover glasses on her carry on luggage. "Laurie, dearest darling Laurie? Can your powers do anything about hangovers?"
"Yes, although I'm not sure I should. It's self inflicted, after all." Laurie replied with a grin, looking out at the Island below.
She was glad they'd gotten the side that could still see land, as ocean was boring at the best of times and they'd be seeing quite enough of it in the near future. One last glimpse of the Island was very welcome indeed.
Monet sighed. "Fine. I just hope you have the decency to not be cheerful at me then. It's a crime against humanity."
"Cheerful is a state of mind, not a crime." Laurie said, not succeeding at all in stifling the giggle that followed. "Fine, I'll fix your headache. But do not think this means I'll fix your hangovers every time. Or Marius's, for that matter."
She reached forward and placed a hand against Monet's wrist, pushing with her mind and concentrating on what it was she wanted. An end to pain, peacefulness, a calm mountain lake. She still hadn't mastered individual hormones yet but she knew that would come in time.
"You're an angel and a genius and I love you lots. Lots and lots and lots. Did I mention that you're fantastic? Because you are." Monet settled back, enjoying the feeling of the lessening headache. Laurie apparently couldn't do much for the queasiness but that was okay.
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On another flight... The deed was done, and there was no compelling reason to stay behind and watch the revolution begin. It would be messy, even if Maximus' plan were flawless, and Fabian Cortez had no desire to get his hands dirty yet. Oh, there would be much of that later, but this was just the beginning. He had other duties offered to him by a higher authority, anyway. He couldn't help but smile, flashing perfectly white teeth in an almost lascivious manner. The flight attendant who came by with a bottle of mineral water seemed quite put off, and scurried to the next row quickly.
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The pilot's voice was cheerful and professional as the luxury airliner banked slightly into a turn. Those passengers on the right side of the plane had a perfect view of the beautiful island of Attilan, with the airport on the coast and the capital visible behind it. Another red-and-white passenger jet was making a low approach for the airport, with the light hitting just right to reflect its image in the crystal-blue waters below.
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Angelo turned in his seat to grin at them both cheerfully. "Useful trick you've got there, Laurie. Does it work on all pain?"
"In theory." Laurie responded, frowning as she thought about it. "The problem with that is, if there's enough pain then to use my power at sufficient levels to block it, I'd end up sending you into anaphylactic shock. So the answer is sort of 'Yes but no'. I could make your body speed up it's processing, of course but then you'd have the risk of organ failure."
She realised that perhaps she was going on a bit again, and blushed. This always happened when it came to explaining how her power worked. There was just so much information, and while she adored Biology and the discussion there of, she knew it could be boring for those who didn't need it in order to control certain genetic gifts.
Across the aisle, Amanda glanced over from where she had been resting her head on Angelo's shoulder. "Well, it worked on me a treat. Thanks again, Laurie." She grinned and then squeezed Angelo's hand. "And for the barber job you did on Ange."
"Yeah, you did a pretty good job", Angelo agreed. "Might have to get you to do it again, when it grows out. With me awake this time."
"I'm always willing to cut people's hair." Laurie responded with an easy smile. "Well, when it's a basic one, anyhow. I'm no stylist."
Monet cracked an eye open and gave Laurie a half hearted glare. "So we're clear. No touching my hair, okay?"
"Not even if I promise to put pretty little butterfly bows in it?" Laurie replied with a grin as she turned to look out the window. Another plane was coming into land, gliding down smoothly as she watched.
Amanda snorted. "If that's the style, I'll have to agree with Miss Perfect. No butterflies."
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From her seat by the window, Jennie paused from her magazine to take one last look at the Island below. What she saw made her eyes widen. She felt all of the blood drain from her face.
Red. Everything was red.
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The first flash from the capital city could have been mistaken for an odd reflection of light, glimmering and shining as it grew in intensity. The arriving airplane seemed to lift its nose slightly, as if to correct its approach. In one small instant, everything seemed to hold unnaturally still, except for the cascading pulse of light that reflected itself over and over again from the island.
And in a bright flash, everything changed. Outlines of buildings and landscape could be seen brightly, silhouetted in stark contrast as the island of Attilan was engulfed in a globe of energy. It passed as quickly as it had came, but as the brightness subsided - the island was simply gone.
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Ororo felt it before she saw or heard it. A vast emptiness that suddenly appeared, nearly taking her breath away with its sheer magnitude. Something was wrong; very, very wrong, and as the seconds ticked by and the atmosphere curled and coiled in on itself, trying to fill the gap that had appeared, Ororo began to feel light-headed. She leaned towards the window to try and see what had happened, hearing the shocked murmuring of the other passengers become a buzzing in her ears as darkness began to creep in on the edges of her vision.
She had just realized that Attilan was gone when the disturbance became too much and she succumbed to unconsciousness, slumping against the seat as her eyes drooped shut.
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"I will maintain to my dying day that you . . ." Pietro's voice trailed off into nothingness as, out the window, Attilan vanished. It couldn't be real, it wasn't--"Wanda," he said, steadfastly ignoring the murmurs rising from elsewhere in the plane, "look out the window and tell me what you see?"
Giving him a strange look, Wanda turned her head to glance out the window next to them. "I do not see anything," she said and was about to turn back when she froze as that sank in. The distance was too far for her to have looked using her power but she didn't need to use her powers to realize what had happened. "It's gone..." she breathed, hands gripping the arm of the seats tightly.
"I suppose that rules out hallucination." Pietro's face had gone distinctly pale. "Crystal was down there," he said faintly.
"And Medusa." Wanda closed her eyes tightly as the cabin of the plane filled with exclamations as others started to notice the disappearance. She looked at her brother and reached over, gripping his hand in hers. One, strong squeeze and she let go, forcing herself to be calm. "We need to find out what happened and help calm some of the others," she said, quietly, looking around the cabin to locate the adults. A worry cropped up in her mind--whatever happened might still be happening or happened again. She glanced over again at Pietro, about to push herself out of her seat.
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Marius blinked from his magazine on the opposite side of the plane, the short pulse of light catching the corner of his eye. He turned to look, but as far as he could see the sky outside the windows was clear. "Eh . . . weather balloon?" he asked, uncertain whether there had been anything to see.
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Angelo had turned for a last sight of the island as well. He got it, but not in the way he'd ever been expecting. "Uh... Laurie? Did you just see that too?"
Laurie didn't answer though, her face gone white as a sheet, all she could do was stare. The island, and everyone on it had suddenly ceased to exist.
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His hand went to his heart, feeling for the small leather bound Tanakh he kept in the breast pocket of his jacket. Cortez had executed his sacred duty, and now it was on to the next. It was only a matter of time before the fall of Attilan heralded the birth of this paragon - as Maximus called it. All as foretold. Just the thought made him settle comfortably into his seat. Brown eyes fluttered shut, but snapped open a moment later at the sudden deafening series of booms and blinding flashes of burning white light. A curse died on his lips as he peered out the small window. As his eyes readjusted, he could see that where the great nation of Attilan had stood mere seconds ago, there was now nothing more than violent, angry ocean.
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For perhaps a second, there appeared to be a hole in the ocean, stretching to the ocean floor before the walls of water collapsed inward with a sound like a thousand thunderclaps. A nearly-spherical wave of water rose from the depths, hung suspended in the air for a moment, then collapsed as the sea became a rolling maelstrom, with no sign that the island had ever existed.
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Laurie had gotten over her initial shock somewhat slowly but when she did, she noticed that Ororo wasn't moving. Getting up, she shook her head at Angelo's look of concern and headed toward her stricken teacher. She had something to do now, and for her it was best to focus on this, rather then the fact that people she cared for were now dead.
Reaching Ororo, she crouched down, hoping that she knew how to do this. Technically, she shouldn't have any problems waking someone up, she just had to increase the amount of 'waking' hormones in their body. But knowing you could do something, and doing it were two different things.
She reached forward, placing her hand almost gingerly on her teacher's shoulder, and thought of alarm clocks.
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"I suppose we do," Pietro said absently, eyes still locked on the tumultuous sea. "Just . . . just give me a moment. She's got a decent turn of speed, in the air. If she had any warning . . ."
Wanda didn't tell him that in the air, at this speed, there was nothing they could do. They weren't fliers or telepaths and she was fairly positive the plane would go away from the damage. Or that if Crystal had been given any warning, she might have headed back towards her family. But she really, really understood the feeling of helplessness, so she held her tongue.
Instead, she gave one last look out the window, towards nothing, and then shoved herself out of the seat, long legs carrying her swiftly towards Ororo.
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Monet groaned as a wave of emotion cracked through her (patchy) shields, starting the headache right back up again. "Do you mind? Some of us are..." It took a long moment, where she clung desperately to consciousness, for the stimulus to subside enough for her to start to understand it, before she saw the image of the vanishing island filtered through several minds. "...fuck me dead."
"We all saw it," Amanda murmured, her hand tightening in a deathgrip. "Attilan's gone."
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Was it as he feared, that Maximus had failed so spectacularly? "Idiot," he muttered to himself, sitting back in his seat and carefully withdrawing his bible. This was an unexpected wrench, but when God closes a door, He opens a window. And for those few Chosen like Fabian Cortez, the window often led to an even greater reward. "Amen."
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Eventually Ororo came to, though she was still greatly disoriented and rather groggy. Blinking at the girl in the aisleway, she straightened up and glanced out the window. Nothing.
"Do they know what happened?" she asked, hoping that in the time she had been out some explanation had been found for the island's complete disappearance.
"No. Nothing yet, they're taking us to another airport, one where it's safe to land." Laurie responded, her hand dropped from the older woman's shoulder, clenching against her knees. "Ms Monroe? I'm scared. I think...I think they're all dead."
Ororo shook her head, leaning forward to place a reassuring hand on Laurie's back. "You cannot say that, Laurie. We do not know what happened. Maybe... Perhaps they are fine. Let us wait and see." Even as she said the words Ororo knew they weren't true - every sense she had was crying out that Attilan, the once proud island nation, was gone.
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