Well, that ends my usefulness. There's a bullet shield out there, Vivien had said.
"Oh, that's... bloody brilliant, isn't it?" Wisdom replied, annoyed as all hell. This was to be the maiden voyage of his brand new shotgun, except it was pretty useless now, all things considered. "Yeah, I wanna be right knackered after this is over. I must say, th..." was as far as he got before Xavier's psychic whammy kicked the breath right out of him.
He sucked in a breath like a drowning gasp and ended up choking on his own cigarette smoke. "Bloody git!" he cursed under his breath. He felt and heard that voice in his head. He then looked outside and his jaw dropped when he saw the Sentinels obediently packing up to go home. His eyes sought out the man in the wheelchair and he told Vivien without looking in her direction.
"Now, I can tell you, luv. I have seen some badass people that'll make you pass a kidney stone with a look, but that there? That's one right scary bald man."