All right. He'd made it New York. Gotten off the train. He wasn't going to head straight for the damn school, though. Esteban was still annoyed at his mother and uncles for sending him away. If things weren't safe, then the family -- the parts of the family worth having -- needed him there all the more. He could take correspondence courses or something. He certainly didn't need ability training -- he had it locked down just fine -- so what was the point of Xavier's except living cushily while they were in danger?
Well, Esteban was going to take advantage of being away from home before he started the cushy life. He was going to go to one of the clubs Uncle Julio had talked about. With a small C, not that Hellfire mess. Well, he assumed not, who knew what they owned?
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