Magneto. How does he work?

      Then almost as if its always been there Quentin noticed a door where he was looking just seconds before.  Walking through to the other side he found himself inside a ugly lit hallway lined with endless domed looking windows.  

     As he strolled down the hallway gun in hands he tried to peer into the first window he came across but to no luck. They were all glazed. This continued for what felt like a quarter mile before Quire found an opened Dome. Behind the window was what looked like some kind of cell. Inside was an open book.       “puh-lease if you think I am falling for this bush league bullsh-” Quentin’s crowing was cut short by the cell suddenly extending forward and snatching him as it sped through the hall way after closing the window with a screaming Quire inside.        After a few seconds Quentin slowly righted himself up the cell kept zooming down the suddenly very tight seeming hallway. After several unsucessful attempts to break free from the cell Quire found he was missing his psionic gun. He tried to manifest his shotgun again but could barely put out enough energy to keep his pistol up.     “Well shit.” 

   It was as soon as he finished that the cell suddenly broke out into a brightly lit room with at least two dozen spheres just like the one he was in.        “Ah you’ve finally arrived Michael! How wonderful of you to join the rest of us. Today is a very special day indeed! Your very first outing! Aren’t you all excited? of course you are.”

    Quentin looked at the source of the dramatic greeting and found his self staring at a large silhouette of Mr. Sinister, even with the comically large doctor mask and head mirror.    “Yes doctor.” Wait. Did those words come from Quires mouth? He didn’t that. “I am very excited to go on our outing.”

    Quentin tried looking around the room to see what was going around but found himself unable to. But yet even still he was able to see all around him in panoramic view. Stranger still he had no issues being able to see this way.   ‘Okay Quentin calm down. it doesn’t take a genius to figure this out.This isn’t a trap. its a memory you are just here for the ride.’

  After some back and forth adult Hank McCoy was able to find out these new refugees not only had one mutant donor but two. Quire went to Emma asking her for help to dive into the mind of the leader of the four new mutants, Michael. Frost warned that it was too risky and that they should wait for the X-men to find out for themselves.    Well they come tomorrow and Quentin was sure as hell not going to wait that long. Making his way to the shacks of the newcomers he was surprised when he saw Michael outside strolling by his self along the beach.    

 “Hey eyelad!” Quentin shouted.

Michael narrowed the dozen sets of eyes that were currently visible. “I am not going by that, Kid Omega. We’ve said we don’t need codenames we just want to stay here and rest.”

“Sure but how many Michaels show up on this island before you decide you need to stand out? That’s not important! I need you to come with me real quick I have something to ask you.” Michaels half formed reply was interrupted by Quire grabbing his by the arm and dragging him towards the jungle. “Ouch my eye!”  In less than five minutes Quentin was sure they were far enough from anyone to hear any ruckus and Krakoas Macro Anti-Bodies were as usual ignoring them. He turned to Michael.