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safety of people walking through tunnels and PATH underground train railways as well. he reported on the taking of hostages, the anti-mutant backlash, and the fact that, already, various mutants had been seen flying or levitating over the river to get into the city, to accept Magneto's offer of sanctuary.
    Wolverine sat in the darkened den, the flickering TV screen all the light available, and more than he needed to see the room in perfect detail. His eyes were slitted, brows knitted together, and his lips curled back in a low, unconscious growl. He was getting itchy.
    He'd been screwed by the system dozens of times. His mind had been sifted and fried so often that he still had a hard time separating the real memories from the implanted ones. And there was so much he had forgotten, so much he'd been to forget. Nearly every time Wolverine had worked within the system, he'd been betrayed. It chewed people up and spit them out, or made them its own. He'd lost friends to it. not their lives, though he'd lost plenty that way as well. No, he's lost them to its philosophies, it's twisted malice.
    There was no love in Wolverine's heart for government or authority. He was a loner by nature, answering to none but himself. But then, what was that old saying, "We get the government we deserve?" True. People, at least in America, voted for their government. They had the ability to do something to remove those they did not approve of. Free will, freedom of choice, freedom period, that's what Wolverine believed in. For better or worse.
    But in Manhattan, Magneto had taken that away. Wolverine understood why. Sometimes he wished he didn't. He understood the frustration when Charles Xavier's dream of harmony between humans and mutants seemed so far away as to be almost impossible. He understood better than most what it was like to be hounded for what you were. But Magneto was doing the exact same thing, with the tables turned.
    Magneto had gone way overboard, this time. It was too much. Not only had he taken away the rights of the people in Manhattan, but the rights of everyone they cared for, of the entire nation, the world. Wolverine didn't care one whit for the businesses that would suffer because of his actions, but the people, that was different.
    While their lord was not known for wanton killing, the Acolytes had established a reputation as murderers. There was no telling how many people had already died in this "occupation." And there would be more. Follow Magneto's law, or else. That was clearly the message. While it was a swift brand of justice that seemed almost admirable in the light of the recent failings of the U.S. court system, it was simply wrong.
    With one fell swoop, Magneto had placed himself as some medieval king over Manhattan island, allowed some of the cruelest mutants alive to take the place of feudal lords, and relegated every human to the status of peasantry.
    Wolverine hated the system, but what Magneto had done in New York was infinitely worse. As he watched the terrified faces that filled the TV screen, the growl deep in his throat became louder, the itch in his soul to go to the city and take it back grew almost uncontainable.
    Bishop's arrival couldn't have been better timed. A true warrior, the man walked in silence. Even Wolverine's hyper-sensitive ears might have had trouble picking up the noise of Bishop's footfalls, but there was no disguising the individual human scent, which Wolverine picked up long before he reached the den.
    "About time, Bishop," Wolverine said without turning around, even as Bishop stepped into the room.
    "We are nearly ready to depart, Logan," Bishop began, with a military stiffness that had been drilled into him long before he joined the X-Men. "Professor Xavier has asked that we all join him in the ready room immediately."
    "Like I said," Wolverine replied, "it's about time."
    The two men walked together down the marble corridor of the Xavier Institute, and Wolverine could not help