"Summers again? You'll have to wait before going in."
The guard hooked his thumb into his belt and eyed the credentials and authorization papers in Moira MacTaggert's hand, his belly sticking out. He gave a curt, official reply. He didn't want to let anyone disturb that young lady's visit.
"Again? What do you mean?"
Before Moira could bring out the official channels of the CIA, Charles took her by the arm, lightly pressed a hand to his temple, and strode toward the high-security cells at the far end. The portly guard had just started to stop them when he suddenly froze in place.
"Someone from the Howlett family is here. And Raven."
Charles hurried along, telling Moira what he'd seen in the guard's mind. Miss Emma, who possessed equally powerful psychic abilities, had already arrived with Raven. So this was the new job she'd mentioned.
"Howlett? Which Howlett? What do they have to do with Summers?"
Charles faltered. He'd only just remembered that Moira and Minister Harris had had their memories of that day erased, and he'd been hesitating over whether to restore them.
Even now, neither of them knew that the Howlett Group, towering above the Western capitalist world, possessed a mysterious power beyond anything the American government could imagine, let alone rival.
"I'll explain later."
Relying on the prison layout he'd gleaned from the guard's memories, Charles used his psychic control to clear the way as he made for Alex Summers's cell.
Emma Frost glanced around the high-security cell, built with steel alloy plating. She didn't rush to answer the wary young Mr. Summers. Instead, she turned to Raven and smiled.
"Your brother really is worried about you. It's your first day on the job, and he's already come to check up on you."
Raven immediately understood. The