Large white flakes of snow drifted from the thick clouds over the Seattle skies, covering the cold ground. It had been snowing like crazy for the past few weeks. Inches upon inches, the snow piled up, nearly reaching four and a half feet.
Buildings were decorated in a white haze over the windows and doors. Cars were buried deep, preventing the owners from using them. Most pedestrians were forced to us public transportation. Buses, taxis, trains, and metro's were booked, filled, and scarce as could be.
Outside Seattle's boundaries lay a large circular building. It was surrounded by a ten foot high barbed fence. Most of the fence was now covered in snow as it continued to fall from above. Security guards found shelter in their small posts outside the facility.
Inside was another matter. Deep in the center of the facility, a group of techs put the finishing touches to their life's work. A small syringe filled to the top with a dark blue-ish green liquid. One tech removed the syringe from its compartment and placed it with the remaining syringes. They were inside a small steel case, all filled with the same liquid.
A tall man with grey hair closed the case. "Finally. I want these samples sent first thing in the morning."
One of the techs nodded. "Yes sir."
"Put these in the vault." he ordered. The man turned from the samples and moved toward the door. At last, his life's work had been completed, the eradication of mutants. With the samples ready for transport to a more secure facility, more could be duplicated, even strengthened, and administered to every mutant populated city of the world.
"Professor, what of the last sample of serum?" a woman asked.
The professor turned, "How much remains?"
"Less than a milliliter." she answered.
The professor laughed, "And still powerful enough to kill a mutant within a few days. Keep it on file. Should the duplication fail in New York, it will be important to have a pure sample for analysis."
She nodded. "Yes sir."
"And be sure you send a sample of the vaccine, should any issues arise with humans exposed to this virus." the professor ordered.
Again, she nodded. "Yes sir."
The professor turned and exited his lab. He smiled darkly as the doors closed behind him.
The lab tech set five samples of the vaccine into the opposite side of the case. She closed it up again and lifted it from the table. She walked across the room to the vault where all completed samples were stored. She placed the small case on one of the shelves and closed the door, locking it. She turned from the vault and exited the lab, shutting off the lights and turning on the security system.
Above the lab, the vent cover in the air ducts popped off quietly. It slipped into the black vent and a figure slipped out. They swung from the vent and landed on one of the lab tables. The figure was dressed in a dark brown trench coat. Plates protected his legs from his knees to his feet. His gloved hands held a steel pole tightly.
He reached into his coat and removed a small canister. He released its contents onto the floor, illuminating the red lasers scanning the floor. He stood from his crouch and jumped to the next table. He moved steadily from one table to the next, growing closer to the vault.
He pulled out a small mirror and placed it in front of the lasers, deflecting them off from the door. He stopped in front of the door and touched the lock. He charged it slightly, popping it instantly. The door opened and he slipped inside. He found the case instantly and stashed it into his coat pocket.
Suddenly an electric shock, shot through his body, focusing on his back. He collapsed onto the ground, seeing the security guard in front of him. The guard glared at him. Then the guard was lifted off the ground. He watched as the guard was thrown across the lab. In his place was a young woman. She wore a black body suit that hugged her body. Her long brown hair was tied behind her head, yet two white streaks hung loose around her face.
"A'righ' Gambit, wha' have ya learned?" she asked.
Gambit winced, "T'ah nevah doubt chya."
She nodded and crushed the tazor. "Ya'll got tha case?"
Gambit patted his chest and nodded. "Tuc' safe."
She nodded. "Good."
Gambit nodded. "Den les gah."
Rogue took flight. She lifted Gambit up into the air toward the vent.
Suddenly the alarm rang out and the lights turned on. Rogue looked below them. The security guard has tripped the system intentionally. He pulled out his gun and aimed for them.
"Dis cou' be un problem, cheriè." Gambit said.
"Ya'll hav no clue, Cajun." Rogue said.
The guard opened fire. Rogue moved quickly and tossed Gambit up toward the vent. She watched him grabbed the edge before she flew down to the guard. She knocked him out quickly, before anyone else could hear his shots. A short pick sliced across her arm, catching Rogue off guard. She spun around and found the professor standing by the door. Rogue took flight again, heading for the vent.
Gambit tossed down several cards from the vent, making a cover for Rogue. She flew into the vent and followed Gambit from the lab.
"Fo' the record, swamp rat. Ah blame ya." Rogue said.
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The professor stood by the wall examining the dart embedded in it. He'd filled it with the remaining virus. He pulled it from the wall. It didn't appear to have injected any of the fluid into the female mutant. But he looked closer; the needle was a crimson color. The doctor smiled. Even the slightest scrape would be enough to send the virus through the body.
"Professor, they've taken the virus and the antidote." the female lab tech explained.
The professor turned around. "I know."
"What shall we do?" she asked.
He handed the dart to her. "Slip this into one of the new Sentinel prototypes. Have him lock onto this blood source…and have him administer the remaining virus. If they want the virus, then I am more than willing to share it with them."
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