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Several Months Before...

The club was hopping tonight. In a world that was telling you 'No!', Heaven was telling you 'Yes, but behave yourself'. Patrons sat around tables enjoying their food or their drinks, enjoying the company of their companions, enjoying the soothing jazz from the band up on the stage. The Angel sat in his personal booth alone, enjoying a stiff drink and a soothing cigarette. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out the pocket watch that he always wore, checking the time. Nearly the hour.

As if the man knew that Warren was thinking about him, the gentleman that had requested a meeting with him approached. The hired help that sat at a round table nearby immediately got up and accosted the man. "Who are you? What do you think you're doing? Got a death wish, fella?" they asked him, perceiving him as a potential risk and ready to remove him from the club into the back alley where only God knows what would happen to him. "Boys, he has a meeting with me," Warren explained. The Boys looked back to the gentleman that had approached, the guys hands held up in a surrendered position. The Boys returned to their table, sitting down with a wary eye on the man that had approached. Warren gestured to a chair outside of the booth but placed at the table.

Charles Xavier, heir to the Xavier Chocolate fortune, removed his hat and sat down in the chair offered to him. "Thank you, Mister Worthington, for your hospitality. A wonderful evening, isn't it?" the man asked Warren, opening with pleasantries to establish a friendly conversation.

"You didn't come here to exchange pleasantries, Mister Xavier. Please don't waste your time." Charles wasn't entirely surprised at the manner in which Warren responded to him. "Very well, then. Business it is," he said, resigning to simply cutting to the chase. "Mister Worthington, as you may have heard I have opened up an orphanage and boarding school up in Westchester, New York. I have taken to providing a home and education to certain young children that the world have tossed aside that need a special kind of help."

Warren followed Xavier's explanation of what he had been endeavoring upon back home, but he wasn't entirely sure what this had to do with him. He shook his head a few times. "I don't understand, Mister Xavier. Are you looking for donations of some sort? It was my understanding you inherited quite the fortune from your father. Is Xavier Chocolates not doing as well as I have been led to believe? I suppose the markets have not been doing anyone any sort of favors in the last five years."

"Yes, you misunderstand," Charles said with a sigh. In this age sometimes it was difficult to address certain subjects, especially of the kind that he had come here to discuss. Some people, regardless of how much time they've had to come to grips with their circumstances, weren't ready to address the issue. "I would like to invite you to be a teacher. You've certainly got a mind for business..." Charles paused for a moment, deciding this was the time to lay out his cards. "And your circumstances, physically, are similar to their own. It would mean something different to them to have a mentor who has gone through what they are going through."

The Angel was perplexed at this explanation. He couldn't possibly be talking about what Warren suspected he was talking about. There were only a handful of people alive that knew about Warren's mutation, and Charles Xavier, the chocolate guy, wasn't one of them. He reached out and took up his drink in hand and drained the rest of it in one last gulp. "I think you might be mistaken. I have no idea what you are talking about, and I'm not interested, regardless."

So, he's still in denial... Charles thought to himself, pursing his lips slightly. "No, Warren, Mr Worthington, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about." Charles reached out with his right hand, concentrating on Warren for a moment before making contact with the Angel's mind. Visions flashed in Warren's mind, starting with the first time that his wings had manifested. How he'd been away from home at a boarding school and had been alone and afraid. How he'd been so ashamed of his mutation that he'd hidden his wings, had never told his family about them. Then visions through the years of Warren coming to terms with his mutation, experimenting with flying and fighting but always with the need for secrecy. Finally, visions of a masked and disguised flying Angel fighting off three thugs that had attacked a woman and dragged her into an alley.

Warren shook his head and gripped the table violently, trying to shake the visions out of his head, to force Charles out of his mind. In response, the Boys jumped up from their table and grabbed hold of Charles and dragged him out of his chair. The sudden commotion broke the psychic connection to Warren's mind. "Hold it," he said through clenched teeth as he tried to clear his head and center his thoughts. His men paused to hear what he had to say. "I don't know how you did that, what you did, but I said no. Now leave, and don't ever come back." The Boys started to drag Charles away and show him to the door. Warren reached out and picked up Xavier's hat that had been lain on the table when the man had taken his seat. He threw it to Charles angrily who caught it, refusing to fight against the men that were dragging him away.
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