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Site Of Xavier's School 4 Weeks After Secret Empire Logan roared to a stop at the front door of the place. He hopped off his motorcycle and walked up the front steps of the mansion. They were cracked and worn. The building wasn’t much better. Walls were caved in, windows shattered, holes in the ceiling. The front doors weren’t even intact. It was hard to believe that a lot of the memories he had of this place featured it in a state of repair. He was here to retrieve some things from his room, if it hadn’t been completely charred to dust. He walked in. The inside was torn up. Floor boards all over the place, scorch marks, holes, ash. He took the stairs, which creaked under his weight. He passed Bobby's room. He looked in. There was a hole in the ceiling, and the young man’s posters were peeling and burnt. He continued on to the second floor, and to his room. Just my luck, he thought as he entered. His room was in ruins. He sighed. He rooted through an overturned nightstand, it was empty. Great, he said. My only connection to my past is gone. It was true, he had a dog tag that belonged to him, but its surface was unreadable. Except for a codename. Wolverine. He made his way back the way he had come, and out of the mansion. The other X-Men….he did not know if they had been back here yet. As far as he knew, they were still at Emma Frost’s mansion until they could figure out how to repair the mansion. As he stepped back out onto the front steps, he was greeted by a man. He wore white and black outfit and ski mask over his face, along with a trench coat of the same color. Hello Logan, he said in heavily accented French. I am Fantomex. Logan popped his claws. Who the heck are you, he asked. Fantomex sighed. I don’t have one, he said. I was raised in an artificial environment, by the group that you have such a vendetta against. Weapon X. Logan growled. Do you work for them? I escaped, Fantomex said. I need your help. And I’m not alone.
