X-Man Fantasy Sex
Chapter One
The man called Cyclops, a.k.a. Scott "Slim" Summers, sat in the command center of the X-Men's secret headquarters complex near Westchester, New York, hidden deep underground below the innocuous-looking mansion housing Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Cyclops held his fingers steepled before him, deep in thought, staring at a holographic image of the globe. Scattered across it were coded symbols indicating the locations of recent incidents involving mutants all over the world. He was sure that there must be some pattern linking them, but so far the mystery had defied his best efforts to unravel it, even with the formidable help of Cerebro, Xavier's highly sophisticated mutant- detection and analysis computer.
For once, at least, things around the base were quiet, with most of the other team-members away on various field assignments. At the moment, apart from Cyclops himself, only Wolverine, Jubilee, Psylocke, Rogue, and Gambit were around; and the last two had gone out somewhere for the evening. Good, thought Summers. Although the X-Men were like family to him, it could be hard to think clearly when the mansion was crowded with all of them around at once, smashing up the Danger Room and playing practical jokes on one another. He took his duty as the team's field-leader very seriously; and with the Professor absent on mysterious business of his own, Scott felt a heavy burden of responsibility to unravel the tangle of clues represented by the holo-display. It was rare enough that events left them any breathing-space to take stock of developments this way, and he wanted to seize the initiative before some power-mad lunatic menace launched yet another attack on them...
