If you can change a mind, you can change the world

All of this felt far too easy and cold. No one had seemed to question their movements or even looked too hard at them once Moira showed who she was. Apparently the CIA had very good networks, it was easy to trace which ones were agents, their paranoia was a thrum throughout all their thoughts.

They kept out of the way of the military. Instead it was all about getting there so they could do something, Erik needed that.

They were flown in close and there was a truck when there was the first moment of trouble as soldiers waited outside. It was up to him to keep them safe by projecting an image of an empty truck before they could pass on. After that it was a cold wait in the bushes in front of a mansion that he could be dropped into the Hudson Valley without a problem.

Then it all fell apart as Erik ran for the house, twisting guns and fences and leaving pain in his wake. He had to fix what he could, soothe the pain and not let Erik lose himself in his anger. Inside they found her, the other telepath with diamond shields playing with the general. The man looked like a fool thinking he was having sex with an illusion as she watched bored, it was a stupid use of such power.

But then Erik torturing her to the point of cracking her diamond skin was just as bad. Yes, it made her release her shields enough that he could see, but Erik acted as badly as she did.

She was a prisoner now, which was something and they had enough information to possibly act when they returned. It wasn't going to be a pleasant journey back.

The compartment isn't as elegant as the ones in Europe but it will do and Charles has found them a comfortable one to get north.

There's space enough for them both to stretch out and since its not a heavy time, they have a measure of privacy, and the club car's not far away.