Capítulo 36: The Brotherhood's Agenda #36
Inside the dimly lit confines of a nondescript motel room, a volatile cocktail of emotions simmered beneath Evan's stoic exterior. His fists clenched slightly as he absorbed Domino's explanation, his frustration, and disbelief nearly tangible. "Mutants killing Robert Kelly? Who in their right mind would even consider such a thing?!" His voice held an incredulous edge, the very notion sending ripples of bewilderment through his thoughts.
It had been such a long time since Evan lost his cool. He thought he'd seen and heard everything, that nothing would bring him to the point of exasperation any longer, and yet there he was.
The concept itself seemed absurd and maddening to Evan. It wasn't an endorsement of Robert Kelly's ideals that fueled his reaction, but rather the understanding of the potentially catastrophic consequences. If the Senator were to fall victim to a mutant's actions, he would transform into a martyr for an already volatile cause. The implications were vast, a dangerous catalyst for increased anti-mutant sentiment that could spiral beyond control.
The frustration that coiled within him was mirrored in the lines of his furrowed brow and the tenseness of his jaw. Domino's sigh, a weary exhalation, resonated in the air as she continued to unravel the unsettling truth. "The Brotherhood of Mutants..." Her words held a weight that sank deep into the room, a name that brought with it a history of chaos and radical ideology.
Evan's frown deepened, his mind working to process the connection. He voiced his skepticism, his words laced with both uncertainty and a measure of respect, "Magneto is many things—foolhardy enough to conceive such a plan is not one of them..." He shook his head, his understanding of Magneto's convictions at odds with the scenario Domino presented. "I don't see him doing something like this..."
The air within the cramped motel room seemed to hang heavy with the gravity of their conversation, a sense of urgency threading through each word exchanged.
Domino's words cut through the tension as she shook her head in response to Evan's inquiry, her gaze carrying the weight of an unsettling truth. "Unfortunately, Magneto isn't in charge of the Brotherhood right now..." Her voice held a touch of resignation, a sigh escaping her lips as she elaborated, "He's been missing for some time now..."
Evan's fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, his mind grappling with the shifting dynamics of the mutant world. The question that followed was terse, a testament to his exasperation. "Then who? What fool is in charge?" His words were edged with both disbelief and concern, his skepticism evident.
Domino's gesture was one of uncertainty, a slight shake of her head indicating her lack of knowledge. "That, I don't know..." Her admission was tinged with a tinge of frustration, the lack of information a glaring gap in their understanding. She gathered herself with a deep breath, her tone somber as she laid out the dire stakes.
"What I do know is that the Brotherhood is after Robert Kelly's head, and that if they succeed..." Her words hung in the air, a harbinger of impending catastrophe. She added, her voice heavy with the weight of the world, "Then the future would look grim to both humans and mutants alike..."
Evan's interest was piqued, his eyes narrowing slightly as he seized upon a particular word. "Future." The syllable rolled off his tongue, laden with a mixture of curiosity and concern. His frown deepened as he leaned forward, his gaze unwavering as he inquired, "And how do you know this?" The question was a demand for information, a plea for clarity in the midst of chaos.
Domino hesitated, a moment of internal conflict dancing in her eyes. She shook her head slowly, her admission tinged with a sense of secrecy. "I can't share that with you..." Her voice held a quiet resolve, an acknowledgment of boundaries.
Yet, in the same breath, her hand extended, her fingers curling over Evan's with a touch of warmth. Her gaze met his, a plea for understanding evident as she continued, "But you should know I won't lie to you about something like this..." Her words carried a sincerity that rang true, a testament to the trust they had once shared.
As their eyes locked in a silent exchange, Domino's gaze held a vulnerability that was both unexpected and genuine. The weight of her final words hung in the air, an unspoken plea for his aid. "I really need your help, Evan..."
...
Amidst the high-tech confines of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, the expansive command bridge buzzed with activity. Nick Fury, his ever-present eyepatch concealing one eye, stood with a stance that exuded a mix of vigilance and frustration. Beside him, the enigmatic Black Widow held an air of focus, her eyes trained on the footage playing across the holographic displays.
The scene before them depicted Evan, his masked countenance shrouded in an air of mystery, scaling the facade of a towering skyscraper with a seamless grace. His form blended seamlessly into the urban backdrop, the monochrome of his suit and the blank mask a stark contrast against the vibrant chaos unfolding at the pinnacle of the building. Mutants clashed, their powers manifesting in a tumultuous display that was both awe-inspiring and concerning.
Fury's voice rumbled with irritation, his grumble underscoring the complexity of the situation. "We've yet to figure out the identity of the last guy from the tanker, and now another freak comes out of god knows fucking where..." His words carried a blend of annoyance and weariness, reflective of the relentless challenges they faced in a world of super-powered individuals.
Black Widow's gaze remained steadfast on the footage, her sharp mind piecing together details that others might miss. With a slow shake of her head, she contradicted Fury's assumption. "Not another one... he's the same guy." Her words held a tone of certainty, her focus unyielding as she dissected the subtle nuances of Evan's movements on the screen.
Fury's attention shifted to her, his lone brow arching in a silent query. His expression was a mix of curiosity and skepticism, a testament to his pragmatic approach to any given situation.
Black Widow didn't hesitate to elaborate, her voice carrying a quiet conviction. "It's all in the way he moves—his agility, his stance." Her analysis was grounded in her expertise, a testament to her keen observation skills honed through years of espionage. "I'm certain he's the same man," she concluded, her assertion leaving little room for doubt.
In the pulsating heart of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier's command center, Nick Fury's eye twitched with a mixture of annoyance and realization as Black Widow's assessment settled in. "And he just happens to be working with the X-Men... fan-motherfucking-tastic..." His words were laced with a distinct blend of frustration and resignation, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon him.
His attention snapped to one of his subordinates, a diligent figure engrossed in the task of navigating the sea of interconnected screens and data feeds that defined the control center. "Get me everything we have on the X-Men. I need to know who this guy is!" His command was assertive, reflecting his determination to uncover the enigma that had suddenly thrust itself onto their radar.
A swift nod from the subordinate, a testament to the unyielding efficiency of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s personnel, preceded the rapid clatter of keyboard keys as information was ferreted out. Minutes stretched on, tense and expectant, until the subordinate's voice cut through the air, laden with discovery.
"Apparently, the X-Men have recently hired a new combat instructor—a man by the name of Evan Shepherd." The revelation hung in the air, a puzzle piece that could potentially shed light on the mysterious figure caught on camera.
Fury's arms crossed over his chest, his expression a canvas of intent focus as he prompted the subordinate to continue. "Go on." His words held an underlying urgency, a desire to grasp every thread that might lead to understanding.
However, before the subordinate could elaborate, the gravelly voice of Dum-Dum Dugan interjected, cutting through the tension-laden air. "Evan Shepherd, ya say? Let's have a look, sonny,..." Dugan's steady gaze scanned the information presented on the screens, his years of experience allowing him to swiftly sift through the data.
A sigh of recognition escaped him, accompanied by a nod. "Aye, that's him alrighty..." The affirmation was both a confirmation and a sigh of familiarity.
Turning his attention back to Fury, Dugan's features bore a thoughtful expression. "He's the lad I told ya about—the soldier I wanted to take into the commandos." His voice held a trace of reminiscence, as if recalling a missed opportunity. "He was quick to refuse, though," A shrug followed, signifying the unyielding nature of Evan's refusal.
Fury's mind whirred in contemplation, an idea taking root as he pieced together the information at hand. "That makes things easier then. We already tried the stick, let's go for the carrot this time..." His words were punctuated by a decisive nod, as if settling on a course of action. "Arrange a meeting with him and find out what the hell he's up to!"
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