I was a teacher at a school for talented children. And by talented I mean mutants. And by mutants I mean the kind from X-men, where most of them are human, no third arms, but very subtle in appearance. I myself was apparently a mutant, even more subtle than the kids and teachers around me. I was apparently an empath- able to sense emotions from other people. Because of that I had become adept at influencing people knowing exactly what they desire.

Today was a special day. Apparently we were supposed to have Vice President Dick Cheney visit as part of a campaign to end discrimination against mutants. He had not arrived yet, actually delayed for some reason of state. The students were nonetheless very active in the halls, milling about in between classes. It was at this time that I noticed two middle eastern folks with beards and turbans pull up in a jeep to the ground-floor window at the end of the hall. At first I thought it strange because there was no door there, and certainly no reason to park their car on the grass. It was then I recognized the RPG they pulled out of the back seat.

I immediately told the children to run to cover and I ran to one of the more powerful mutant teachers and told them what I saw. It was then we heard an explosion as one of the men fired on the school. With my new ally we approached the opening at the end of the hallway and there wasn't two men but dozens of people, all chanting "Kill Dick Cheney!" Oddly enough I used my empathy to find out just what the people wanted, and I exploited it. I'm not sure how it was done, only that I convinced the group to leave, and that the vice president wasn't here. I do know, however, that the people weren't anti-mutant, just anti-Cheney. Go figure.

With the ordeal over with, one of the other teachers offered to drive me home. She was very attractive and I accepted. She was driving me home when I woke up.