Operation World Wipe -cue start
BAILEY:
It wasn’t difficult -finding this base, finding these people. Doctor N, the only name Bailey had gotten from the man, had already set things in order supposedly. He assured the twins that things would run smoothly, if they worked their brand of manipulation. It took a little talking Daman round, but it was only a little and Bailey knew that her little brother wouldn’t refuse. So, there they were, in Washington, five hundred yards away from the military base for the secretive ‘Team-X’ group.
“Well,” it wasn’t like she had any sort of understanding as to what Dr N even wanted this group for, “this looks interesting.” It looked dull, boring, menial. Why had they agreed to this?
Oh, right, the ten million dollars. Each.
DAMAN:
He stood three steps behind her, arms wrapped around his chest to keep the heat in. Washington was cold. They’d left California that morning and kept going until they reached Lincoln and then walked the rest of the way. Daman couldn’t remember being this cold this early in the year.
“It’s cold.” He hated the cold, he really did. “Why couldn’t they be in Florida?” Even as he complained, he hardly put any feeling in it. Bailey would just get him some blankets or something, get them a heater or something stupid like that. But she’d say it was to shut him up, nothing else.
“You think this is gonna be easy like he said?” Daman wasn’t convinced; they were mutants too, what was the point in doing this? But then, if the Doctor was seriously, and he really gave them what he said, it wasn’t something Daman could argue against. Even if he stood a chance of winning said argument.
BAILEY:
It didn’t matter if they were mutants, if they were humans, if they were politicians or royalty. Bailey couldn’t care less who they were or what they were doing. She’d been given a job and that was how it was going to be. “Stop whining,” she muttered it under her breath, turning her head to glare at him slightly, “we’ll be finished up soon and then we can go to Bora Bora if you want.”
With the money they were promised for this, Bailey figured they could buy a tropical island if they wanted. There was something just so much more alluring about actually having the real money than just having Daman make people think they had it. Something about it actually being theirs. It made her all the more determined.
“It’ll be simple,” hopefully. “You can maintain things, I’ll do all the work. You just make sure they don’t realise what’s going on.” Bailey knew that if Daman kept to task, they could manage this in a small time frame. But then, Daman keeping his focus was all down to keeping things easy, which meant they couldn’t push to overtax issues.
DAMAN:
Nodding, Daman took the time to consider things. He wasn’t like Bailey, he couldn’t just get things done without those niggling little doubts. He didn’t want to warp things on people in a bad way, it was one thing when he was keeping him and Bailey off the streets, when he got them into University, when he kept them from being homeless. This was changing peoples lives. Maybe it was a little much.
“Is this really the only way?” He knows that Bailey has the plan, Bailey always has the plan, she’s the smart one, the thinker, the one that makes things happen. Daman just does as he’s told. Really, if Bailey says this is the only way, it must be the only way.
“I mean, we really need to change everything?”
BAILEY:
She doesn’t get mad, it’s not that he’s questioning her, she can tell, he’s just nervous. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she gives a small smile, squeezing his shoulder gently. “It’ll be easier, Daman. Rather than explaining anything, answering their questions. C’mon, you know this.”
Sometimes, she just needs to explain things a little, to give him something he’ll accept. She doesn’t mind once in a while. “Besides, this lot? They’ll probably appreciate being someone else for a while.”
They were so boring, so dull, so pathetic. “Let’s go, sooner we start, sooner we finish.” She gave Daman the nod, signalling that it was his turn, that it was time for him to slip out their new reality; to give them something fresh.
DAMAN:
He was all for things being over. So with the signal, Daman just nodded his head once, taking a deep breath and carefully picking out the minds of those around the base and who he needed to influence.
He makes it better, sort of. A world where mutants aren’t feared; they have the power, there’s less hatred towards them, where they can be themselves and not fear a parents reaction. It’s something Daman has always considered from time to time. Bailey pokes fun at him for it, but if he has to do something like this for however long, he’s going to choose what it is.
He names the group, he gives them all a turning point, something different, changes their perspectives on just one thing; one thing different and a life changed around them. It’s easy to slot himself and Bailey in there like they’ve always been known. He even manages to pick a few friends out; friendlier than the others he thinks.
It’ll work, and it will hold, there’s nothing too complex for him to lose his grasp on. There’s nothing about to shake it and no way to see through it. “Okay,” Bailey gives him a grin, her darkly smug one, “we’re good.” He just needs to think about the pay off, and how Bailey wants this done.
That’ll get him through things.
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