This is a add-on to X3. (I could not believe they didn't have that spicy Cajun we all love!)
This could be one-shot, of it could expand. It's all relative...
Summary: In the movie, the use of the cure was very clear. But it's extent of its abuse was only implied- a story of escape. Gambit
Illeagal Seizure
A "cure".
An answer to "problems."
Problems, Dr. Jennings reflected, like the one they'd been dealing with for months. The security government intelligence base, located in Cleveland, had been dealing with a number of break-ins. Break-ins in which highly sensitive mutant files were either being copied or simply disappearing.
Unfortunately, there was no trace of what had happened. Standard measures, perimeter guards, and the finest state-of-the-art security all showed no trace of their phantom. It was only when they had turned the computer monitors themselves into one-way, infrared cameras that they finally caught their perp. Not that it had been easy. The modifications had taken days, and the revision would take additional time. The whole system was under. But the gamble had been worth insuring the safety of the information.
But even then there was problems. The offender, due to security reasons, could not be released into standard custody, due to the nature of the information, but also due to his nature. Nothing they had could hold him long, and only with constant sedation was he safe. With this in mind, Dr. Jennings had made an executive decision and placed a call.
Illustrating the necessity of the prisoner being rendered harmless, the amount of manpower he'd expended, not to mention property damage, added with his knowledge, persuaded the powers that be to grant her request. The small set of vials had arrived, and she did not waste any time.
She prepared the syringe, and put on the plastic gloves. Behind her, the door was opened, and four soldiers came in, barely restraining a struggling figure. The "problem". As they tried to bring him to the medical table, fashioned with thick restraints, Dr. Jennings observed the criminal in a detached manner.
He was yelling in slurred English and French, and his dirty, shoulder length, russet hair masked his face. His movements, though dulled by the drugs, were unnaturally graceful and quick. His tall, lean frame belied the strength which he threw against the soldiers. They finally slammed him onto the table and began strapping him down. His hair, thrown back, revealed his young, stubbly face and red on black eyes, marred by the spit, sweat, and glazed look.
His legs were still free as she advanced toward him, the syringe aiming for his bared forearm. The weeks of sleeplessness, the drugged yells, the explosions, all would be "solved" with 75 milligrams.
As his glazed eyes feverishly scanned the room, his eyes fell upon the needle. Immediately his eyes became more focused and desperate, and his struggles stopped. Instead, his clenched hands began to glow pink. It spread to the buckles, and there was a blinding flash and bang. Reeling, the guards and Dr. Jennings blinked to clear their vision.
She was aware of yells and orders being barked. The convict was nowhere to be seen. Just outside the medical lab's door, there was a air vent, not even two and a half feet wide. The grate was gone. Cooly, not letting on her growing frustration, she stalked through the fast gathering group of soldiers. Away from the noise, she pressed speed-dial on her cell. One ring for pickup.
"Yes?"
"Sir, our gambit's gone."
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Well? What you people think? Should I leave it one-shot, or go story with it? Review...review...
