The Beginning of The Plot (Edited)

"As you wish!" Grete gracefully took Charles' arm, and they walked away as if attending a grand banquet.

Alex chuckled, observing Charles smitten with Grete. Understanding his friend's behavior, Alex couldn't help but tease, "Mr. Pervert, any thoughts about our dear Grete?"

"Clearly love can't be far behind," Alex quipped.

"Girls, trouble is on the horizon!" Alex turned to the three beautiful women, his demeanor becoming serious. "The CIA is in trouble, and it's related to mutants. Charles, with his peaceful ideals, is bound to get entangled in this mess."

"Mutants? Are there more mutants out there? I thought... there were just a few of us," Raven's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement, eager for action. Over the years, their mutant team had remained a small, close-knit group.

"Exactly!" Alex sighed, rubbing his temple. "But you don't need Charles to get involved; you will be too. We may share the same kind, but not all mutants are friends. Just as there can be murder and war among humans, the same holds true for mutants."

"War? Fighting? That sounds fantastic!" Raven's eyes gleamed with excitement, revealing her warrior spirit.

Alex smiled helplessly, continuing to sip his drink. However, Emma spoke softly, "No matter what path you choose, I'll support you."

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Charles, taking a bottle of red wine from Alex's cabinet, poured a glass for Grete, and remarked, "You know, Alex may be a bit unreliable at times, but he has excellent taste in wine. This Bordeaux is worth trying. Give it a taste."

"Thank you," Grete replied, taking a sip of the wine. She then got straight to the point, asking, "Professor Xavier, what are your thoughts on genetic mutation?"

"Genetic mutation? Well, that's my area of expertise!" Charles began to speak with confidence, swirling his wine glass. "The emergence of Homo sapiens, from Neanderthals, was essentially a genetic mutation or, one could say, evolution. Neanderthals..."

"Charles, I've read your papers!" Grete interrupted.

Charles paused, then continued, "Certainly, genetic mutations exist even today! They're always present. Take you, Miss Grete, for instance; your amber eyes are the result of a genetic mutation."

Grete was momentarily taken aback and then shook her head with a hint of resignation. "Professor, can you keep a secret?"

"Absolutely," Charles nodded vigorously.

"So..." Grete reached into her bag and retrieved a stack of documents, handing them to Charles. "Professor, you should take a look at these. They include photographs!"

In the photograph, a man wielded a whirlwind in his hands, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

Charles examined the image, his curiosity piqued. "The angle of this shot is quite impressive, achieving such an effect. The photographer certainly has skill."

Grete, however, corrected him, her expression solemn. "This isn't a photograph; this man can actually control the whirlwind."

Gretel, with her arms folded, chimed in. "That's precisely why I've come to you, Professor of Genetics Charles Xavier!"

Charles was taken aback, his astonishment evident. It seemed there were more individuals with extraordinary abilities in the world than he had ever imagined. It was a marvel to behold. The revelation hinted at a world far more intricate and mysterious than the one he had comprehended, stirring both excitement and intrigue within him.

As a telepath Charles exercised great restraint when it came to his own abilities, avoiding delving into others' memories unless absolutely necessary. However, Grete's revelation intrigued him deeply.

"Charles, I'm hoping to enlist your assistance," Grete proposed, extending an invitation for them to join forces in uncovering the truth.

"Absolutely! I'm in, and I'll also get Alex and the others involved!" Charles responded with genuine enthusiasm, ready to involve his companions in the quest.

"Alex and his companions?" Grete's expression soured. Frankly, she still harbored resentment toward the playboy. Moreover, representing the CIA in this endeavor, she believed it wasn't a place for playboys to frolic. Charles suggesting the inclusion of Alex and his trio of companions seemed almost like a jest to her.

(End of this intriguing chapter)

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