Log: Cyclops/Dominion

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Kane goes to have an unexpected talk with Scott.



Kane was in a dark suit, his broad shoulders and wide chest making him
look like a bodyguard in the more action oriented film genre. The only
way to look more like the FBI agent he was currently serving as would
be to have the sunglasses on inside. He didn't give that a second
thought. He was actually armed in the school, wearing his kit on the
belt, as he walked into Scott's office.

Normally, Kane's contact with the headmaster's office was minimal.
He'd filled in here and there for other staff, making competent but
also notably humourous temporary cover for classes. Amiable, quick to
laugh, at ease around people; all of those traits had vanished from
his demeanour coming through the door. This was Professional Garrison,
and it was suddenly underlined that his day job was one of the few
that was almost as dangerous and complex as being on the team.

"Scott. I need a minute."

Scott looked up from his computer, his gaze flickering to the gun,
then up to Garrison's face. "You've got that look," he said, not
bothering with small talk. "What is it?"

"Your new student." Kane said, tapping his fingers against his knee.
"Scott, the state of Georgia has issued a warrent for his arrest, on
the charges of first degree murder in the death of his father. Since
he's crossed state lines, the Bureau is the lead agency. I wanted to
let you know that I have to go arrest him. Now."

Scott didn't answer. He looked back down at his computer, but his real
eye unfocused, his attention clearly somewhere other than the computer
screen. The silence dragged on for a moment or two, more than long
enough for a telepathic conversation. The muscles in Scott's jaw
tightened as he listened. Then he gave his head a little shake,
refocusing again. The look Garrison got was absolutely neutral, as
little expression in Scott's eye as there was in the prosthetic.

"I wish I could say I was surprised to see something like this happen
again," he said, getting up, "but I'm not. Whatever you told me when
you first got here." He didn't move around the desk yet, just met
Garrison's eyes. "Obviously we don't have much of a choice here, but
you'll forgive me if I'm not keen on the idea of you dragging the kid
out in full view of the rest of the student body. If Charles can make
sure that the kid who can kill you with a touch doesn't do just that
in a panic, the least you can do is make sure you do this discreetly."

"Why do you think I'm in here in the first place? My intention is to
take him through the basements and out into the garage from there."
Kane's voice was just as flat.

"Fine. Charles will watch from his office to make sure Kevin doesn't
panic," Scott said. "I assume you have no objection to us informing a
lawyer?"

"If you don't find one for him, Fred will." Garrison said. "Kevin is
charged with first degree murder. I'm already skating on dangerously
thin ice taking him in quietly and without reporting that I know his
whereabouts first. I have enough respect for the Professor's judgement
and that boy's situation to push the boundries this far."

First degree murder. Nuts, just nuts... Then again, this was
the same legal system that had let Lyman walk. Why was he surprised?
"That won't be necessary," Scott said more quietly, his expression
shuttered as he came around the desk. "We can handle finding a lawyer,
although I'm sure anyone Fred would find would see that these charges
are just aiming to pile tragedy on tragedy." He stopped on his way to
the door, looking at Garrison. "I'll be in Charles's office. I would
suggest taking his advice on a route downstairs, if he gives it. I
somehow don't think you want to be stopping for conversations or
explanations."