"Hello?" Neal said in a deep, rumbling voice. "This is Aaron in Chicago. We met at the convention last winter. Do you remember?" "Of course, I do. The famous slayer of Xavier. Commander of the legendary twins. The legate's most trusted man. I'm honored." Aaron's face grew warm. "You're embarrassing me." "I assume you're calling because of the recent activity around the President," Neal said. "Do you know who set off that bomb? We've been speculating."
