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Chapter 100: Alex—Justice for Mutants
🕑 Added 2025-05-21 16:44:40 +0000 UTC
"Alex, I knew it. You’d never just stand by and watch our people suffer!"
Raven’s voice brimmed with relief and excitement as she looked at Alex.
"But what’s the plan, Alex?"
Hank pushed up his glasses, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
"The U.S. has painted us mutants as ruthless killers, completely twisted what happened in Cuba, and stirred up massive prejudice against us."
"So first," Alex said after a brief pause, his gaze calm as it met Raven and Hank's eyes, "we make the truth known. The world deserves to know what really happened—we deserve justice."
Alex had no intention of denying that he and Erik had destroyed the two fleets. But what the world didn’t know—and what the U.S. deliberately left out—was that those fleets had attacked first.
That one fact changed everything.
Yet in the narrative spun by the U.S., there was no mention of it. They portrayed Alex and Erik as dangerous lunatics, no better than Shaw, hell-bent on world destruction.
In their story, the fleets were innocent victims.
But Alex wasn’t about to let that lie stand.
They wanted to twist the truth in front of him?
Not a chance.
"Tell us what to do, Alex. We’re ready," Raven said, fired up.
"First," Alex said mysteriously, "we’re going to bring one of our own back."
"Who?" Raven asked, surprised.
"You’ll know when you see her."
He smiled cryptically, clearly not ready to spoil the surprise.
Raven’s curiosity was instantly piqued, but she could tell Alex wasn’t going to reveal more. She didn’t press—just grew more excited.
"Come on, Raven. Let’s not keep our friend waiting."
Alex stood and gestured for her to follow. Raven eagerly trailed after him.
"What about me, Alex?"
Hank jumped up, his eyes pleading.
"This mission only needs Raven and me. You stay here and wait for us to return."
Alex waved it off casually.
"...Got it. Be careful."
Hank nodded, though a flash of disappointment passed across his face.
He’d always felt like a background player in their missions, never quite able to contribute meaningfully—except that one time in Cuba when he served as the pilot.
At least back then, he had Raven to keep him company.
But now Raven was going too.
And he? He was left behind.
It stung.
Made him feel useless.
"Hank," Alex said seriously, catching the frustration on Hank’s face, "everyone has their strengths. Yours just aren’t on the battlefield."
"In fact, in certain areas, you’re irreplaceable."
"Yeah? Like what?" Hank mumbled, thinking Alex was just trying to make him feel better. "I want to help too—truly. Especially now, when our people are facing such injustice."
"If you’re serious about helping, your chance is coming," Alex said, voice low and steady. "There’s plenty we’ll need you to build."
Hank’s eyes lit up. "Like what? For example?"
"A Cerebro amplifier. A Blackbird jet. Stuff like that."
"Cerebro? But Alex, only Charles can use that thing."
Raven frowned, confused.
"Raven," Alex said meaningfully, "Charles isn’t the only telepath out there."
The implication was clear.
Raven and Hank exchanged glances. Whoever Alex was planning to recruit had to be a powerful psychic—maybe even someone who could rival Charles.
"I built one before. I could do it again," Hank said slowly. "But we’ll need a lot of money… and a proper location."
"Exactly. That’s your next job," Alex said firmly.
"I’ll have Selena coordinate with you. You’ll be in charge of selecting and refitting our new base."
"Money’s not a problem. Just tell me how much."
"A base?" Hank’s eyes widened. "A base for mutants? Does that mean more of our people will be joining us?"
"Yes. You and Raven will be the caretakers of our future headquarters. There’ll be plenty to keep you busy."
Alex clapped him on the shoulder.
Caretakers of the mutant base?
Now that sounded like something meaningful.
Both Raven and Hank were filled with renewed energy. This wasn’t just a mission—it was the beginning of something greater.
A cause worth fighting for.
"Supreme One, are you heading out?"
Selena approached as Alex and Raven made their way to the door.
After a quick confirmation, she immediately issued orders.
Soon, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up at the gate.
Alex declined the chauffeur’s services. He took only Raven, and the two of them set off at full speed.
Hours later, the car came to a slow stop by the roadside.
Raven glanced out the window—and her jaw dropped.
In the near distance stood a grand, imposing building—one of the most powerful symbols of the U.S. government.
"Alex… this is where we’re picking someone up? The CIA headquarters?!"
She was completely stunned.
Was Alex messing with her?
But seeing the serious look on his face, Raven knew—he wasn’t joking.
"That’s right," Alex said calmly. "There’s someone inside—one of our kind. She has psychic powers, just like Charles."
"She’ll be the first we recruit."
That’s right—the person Alex had in mind was none other than the White Queen, the former right-hand woman of the Black King Shaw.
To be honest, telepathy was an incredibly OP ability. For some of Alex’s future plans, her powers would be essential.
And unlike Charles, the White Queen could completely block his psychic scans.
In some ways, her powers were even stronger.
She could create illusions in someone’s mind—something even Charles couldn’t do.
Letting someone like her fall into Erik’s hands?
That would be a real waste.
