My tracking devices, based on the one my father developed, can detect any mutant within a 300 mile radius.

No mutant on American soil will be able to evade them.

We've also given one to our allies up north, the UK and Australia.

And once I sell the patent to the rest of the world,

well, you see where I'm going.

So, mutants, turn yourselves into the authorities to be detained,

or my sentinels will come find you.

There is nowhere left to hide.

What do we do?

We need to leave. If they find us all here, the school's cover will be blown.

And go where?

Muir Island, in the Scottish Isles.

Moira has a facility there, and it is out of our government's jurisdiction.

I hate to be the one to tell you this, Professor, but if our government asks the UK to hand us over, they will.

But they'll have a harder time than they would on American soil.

I guess we better get ready to go.

Pack lightly. This is not a vacation.

The X-Men take to their rooms, throwing some clothing into bags and getting into their costumes.

As behind him, Jean Grey packs for him, Scott Summers places his visor over his eyes and looks into his room's mirror and sighs.

Guess this makes us a real couple.

Hmm?

Me?

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