Wanda's Teleportation Portal did not open directly inside Xavier's School. Instead, it stopped politely outside the main gate.
The school might have looked ordinary, several tiers below the heavenly scenery of Kamar-Taj, but with the protective magic cast by Storm and Magik, its Mystic Side defenses were actually quite formidable.
Wanda had come with Deathstroke to handle business this time, not to start a war. So she deferred to Deathstroke in everything—in other words, she had given up thinking.
"Don't rush in yet. I need to make some arrangements first."
As Su Ming spoke, he had Strangle contact Contraxia. Before long, Lorraine's portrait appeared in his eyepiece.
Little Rose, sitting in her office, wore a luxurious fur coat. Beyond the window behind her lay the bustling city of New London, giving her something of a crime boss's air.
"What does the Principal need from me? Did one of your female companions leave something behind?"
She smiled and blew out a smoke ring. Her bright red lips curved upward, and she was still as gorgeous as ever.
"I'm sending you a photo. Have the production line rush out fifty Synthezoids with that exact appearance. Install deuterium-tritium fusion reactors capable of self-destruction. I have plans for them."
The video arrived on her end as he spoke. The computer quickly completed a 3D model, altered the production line's priority, and began manufacturing the Suicide Soldier Synthezoids.
Lorraine glanced at the photo, and the expression on her pretty face became strange. "I know aliens can have all kinds of tastes, but if you're planning to use them to entertain clients, then we're probably out of business."
"Your jokes have improved, Rose." Su Ming smiled as well, then looked toward the academy gates. "But these are only for a plan to pass off fakes as