Once the visual was had, Nightcrawler quickly got Reimu and his team into the room. What they found was indeed Shaw, but... no robot guardians. No illicit business partners. Not even Trask himself was there. It was just the man, the myth, in a stately smoking jacket, holding a cigar as well as a glass of cognac that likely cost more than the combined networth of all the team (even Alric). He turned to the intruders wearing a smile, exuding the charm expected of a host of his caliber, stepping away from his desk.
"Hello, X-Men... may I offer you a drink?" he spoke with a chuckle.
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Once the visual was had, Nightcrawler quickly got Reimu and his team into the room. What they found was indeed Shaw, but... no robot guardians. No illicit business partners. Not even Trask himself was there. It was just the man, the myth, in a stately smoking jacket, holding a cigar as well as a glass of cognac that likely cost more than the combined networth of all the team (even Alric). He turned to the intruders wearing a smile, exuding the charm expected of a host of his caliber, stepping away from his desk.
"Hello, X-Men... may I offer you a drink?" he spoke with a chuckle.