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I don't know how long I've been here or why I'm even still alive but something in my gut tells me that for some reason I will play a key role in the war between humans and mutants. I only know that I wish they would let me out of this hell hole of a cell and allow me to see my family. I don't even know if they are still alive, but I know one thing. When I get out of here, I will kill the people who put me here.
Hank McCoy was sitting in an office in the White House when Tony Stark walked into the room.
"Hello Mr. Stark," Hank said extending his hand. "How are you, please have a seat."
Tony sat down and looked at him.
"So," Tony said looking at him. "Why am I here?"
"I brought you here to ask for your help," Ambassador McCoy said grimly. "There is a mutant experimentation facility that is operating in a small backwoods town call Southville, Georgia. Appearently all the mutants who escaped wound up dead with in hours of escaping due to circumstances that remain unknown, how ever the latest victim was not completely destroyed and revealed a miniature microchip with one uncharred section of the victim's brain. The technology is a little too advanced for our scientists to analyze so we were hoping that you could analyze it for us."
"Sounds like you have a superconductor," Tony said as he fiddled with a White House pen. "And from the conditions of the bodies I would say that I'm right, but one question, how do you know that they are mutants."
"Because" Hank replied grimly. "The only thing identifiable on their bodies were an adamantium dog tag stating that they were mutants and then giving them an identification number."
Tony looked at the ground then at Hank.
"I'm sorry," Tony said not wanting to make Hank relive that memory. "But sure I'll help you. Just tell me where to start."