If an ordinary human body was exposed without protection while moving at supersonic or subsonic speeds, it would be torn apart in an instant, reduced to chunks of flesh.
But Emma's constitution already surpassed the limits of ordinary people, and she could transform into an avatar of organic diamond. Erik's electromagnetic field could also effectively shield them from air resistance.
James carried the two of them through the sound barrier, and before long they had flown from New York to the entrance of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington D.C.
Early Monday morning.
The central hub symbolizing American power seemed like an ordinary mansion, just beginning to wake and get itself in order.
The sentry who had just come on shift watched three oddly dressed people standing outside the towering wrought-iron gates. He picked up his radio and reported them to the Secret Service.
"Do you know why they call it the White House?"
Compared to Erik Lehnsherr, who wore an ochre-red armored combat suit, a cloak over one shoulder, and a dark red helmet, and Emma Frost, whose shapely figure was outlined by a pure white battle robe that revealed her graceful collarbones and flat, firm abdomen,
James, by contrast, wore the standard black combat uniform of the Wolf Pack unit, simple and casual. He looked far more normal.
"Why?"
Erik thought for a few seconds before asking, puzzled. Emma, who had excelled at school from a young age, knew the story behind it, but said nothing.
"In 1814, the English landed by sea and marched straight on Washington to avenge America's invasion of the Canadian colony two years earlier. Back then, the Americans burned York, Canada's capital, so this time the English burned the American presidential residence."
James strolled forward, paying no attention to the tightly shut gates or