She sat down quietly in the cold steel chair, a file was slid across the shiny metal table. The room was cold concrete with smooth gray walls. She took little notice of it, she had been in many they were all the same; they were uncomfortably cold to set the people in them on edge, it also had a harsh bright light engulfing meant to disorient the criminal and finally she watched herself shift comfortably into the cool chair through the two way mirror.

The man she was with sat back, and stared at her with icy cold eyes as she picked up the file. It was standard espionage, she would infiltrate the American Weapon X Team. With a small laugh she tossed the file back on the table.

"This is child's play, why are you sending me on a mission that one of your human spies could do?" The woman chuckled arrogantly. She flipped her dark smoldering red hair back and stared the middle aged man down. He was well built, but nothing special his hairline was receding, and he was still only a Major in the Soviet Army. The medals hung almost shamefully on his chest, and her eyes drifted back up from the metals to the human's face.

"This require a finesse that only you could provide Ana. You have to understand the KGB specifically asked for you. The team they are assembling has no one with telepathy, no one will be able to figure out you are a KGB officer, and you can gain whatever information we need without detection." He explained his cold blue eyes pierced her blue green ones. She scoffed, crossed her legs and then folded her arms. It was ridiculous, she was an intelligence officer par excellence. She didn't see what they could possibly have to offer.

"Information? On what? What is that pathetic country doing that is so important?" She growled her hatred and prejudice flashing through her words.

"The Weapon X Program is an attempt by the American government to study and enhance mutation for military purposes. We are in a desperate arms race Ana, we need information on whatever they are working. As the SSS and KGB's most reliable spy we require you to infiltrate the program and gain whatever information you can." It was as soon as he said those words she had been intrigued by the idea. The Americans were finally weaponizing mutation, it could just possibly be worth her while. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly and the Major smiled as he caught her interest.

"I see, you are up for the challenge then? You will have eight targets." He continued and placed eight pictures on the table in front of her. She looked down at them; they were all men. Of course they were all men, she thought to herself. Unlike Russia, the United States still kept women out of combat positions, and in safer places like offices and hospitals.

"The first one," The Major pointed towards a fierce looking man, with short brown hair, green eyes and a wild look to him complete with facial hair.

"Victor Creed is his civilian name, he is also known as Sabretooth. He has a healing factor, extendable claws, fangs, enhanced senses, and super strength." The man detailed firmly. She picked up the file again and began to read about her targets, he was born in Canada, he had no family and his age was unknown.

"Hmm, he's six foot six with two hundred forty-six pounds of kick to him. I will be sure that I study him carefully his size is my biggest concern." She answered mostly to herself, as she stared at his picture. His green eyes were hauntingly menacing, since he was a feral mutant it could be possible for him to put the kibosh on her mission.

Feral mutants had instincts almost like her's but they were purely animal. They could smell fear, anger and any other number of emotions by the pheromones you released. Ferals were also incredibly suspicious and loyal, even if that loyalty was self-serving.

"Second, is this small puny man is named Christopher Bradly his alias is Bolt." Chris was shorter than the other men, and much smaller.

"Bolt? Does he manifest electricity?"

"No, he is an electropath, his powers might be useful to you. He is able to control anything that requires electricity, that includes computers, or airplanes."

"Yes, I think his power will be incredibly useful. What about the others?." She questioned her interest in the group began to grow slowly.

"Third, this man is quite interesting his name is Fred Dukes. His mutant abilities include superhuman strength, endurance, durability, resilience and his own personal gravity field." Dukes had the body of a power lifter, he wasn't particularly attractive actually he looked rather dull. Which was confirmed by his lack of education. He was an American of around the age of thirty.

"Interesting, I might want to test out the gravitational field ability, sounds fun."

"Fourth, A man called James Logan Howlette, no alias. He is just like Sabertooth, just smaller." Logan was more handsome than Victor, and there was humanity in his eyes. His face was worn with a sour cold look on his face. He was also born in Canada and his age was unknown.

"Brothers I assume?"

"From what we can gather, but aren't entirely sure."

"The fifth man is John Wraith, he's a teleporter another power you will find very useful. Sixth is a man called Agent Zero he is able to manipulate kinetic energy and release it back. Seventh is a man we don't have a lot of information on he is named Wade Wilson." John Wraith was an African American, around the age of 30, who appeared to be from the southern part of the United States. A cowboy hat proudly adorned his head. While Agent Zero was Korean American. He had strong features, and his eyes were black and cold.

"What's so special about him?" She queried holding up his picture, he was quite handsome, deep brown eyes, strong jaw line, muscular with brown hair.

"Nothing really expert swordsman, marksman with a bit of enhanced speed and endurance."

"It's sad when handsome men are so weak." She snorted tossing the picture aside lazily losing all interest. She had been groomed for strength, and power she wanted a man who could match her.

"Finally this is important... The commander of this team is named William Stryker. This man is the one we want the most information on, he is a threat to Russia. He has been in the United States Army for some time now, and has moved up the ranks to Colonel. He will be your commanding officer. We have sent in a person who will bring you in, erase their memory once you have secured your spot do you understand?"

"Of course Major."

"The name is Dr. Martin Smith he will meet you in New York once you are settled. Your plane leaves immediately, good luck Comrade." Both stood at the same time and saluted. Ana then turned and left the small interrogation room. This would be fun it is rare she got to use all of her telepathic abilities, normally she was mimicking her own allies abilities.

Ana Andropov was a very talented mutant, she had been trained as a Spetsnaz, and when the Russian government ended the mutant genocide a few years earlier she admitted her powers to her superiors; telepathy, and telekinesis. The Russian government had started their own super soldier program a couple of years before the Americans, and hoped that it would be the tipping balance in the Cold War.

She was their main subject, it was Professor Phobos' job to give her, her mimicry ability. Since then she has been a force to be reckoned with. An elite spy she is usually sent on assassination missions, or infiltration missions where she would be working with heads of state. She had been sent to find some of the missing Nazi generals after the second world war. Her skills and her prowess were only matched by her beauty, she had flawless pale skin, deep smoldering red hair and a body to kill. As she walked down the drafty concrete halls she began to think about her mission in detail, and how to gain the most information possible.

"Agent Andropov. The General wants to give your alias for your mission." The man stated watching her as they walked two files at the ready. She took the top one and glanced down at it with eager eyes

"I will be Anastasia Neely, a graduate of Royal Military College of Canada, five years in the Canadian intelligence force. I will read the rest of the file on the plane." As she read out loud she slowly phased out her thick Russian accent for a more American one. The man nodded handing her the other file and left her as she walked towards the entrance of the base.

There were two soldiers that opened the cold green steel doors and as she stepped out, the cool fall air greeted her and she smiled. It was nice, but she would miss the calming Russian mountain air. A female corporal waved her towards a green jeep. Soon she would be on a plane with a new life and a new adventure. As she climbed into the jeep she closed her eyes and took another deep breath of the cool air. It wouldn't be long now, ten minutes till she'd be on the plane.

She would miss her colleagues; Ursa Major, and Dark-star to name a few. Ana would also miss Russia, the air in the country was calming, sweet and clean.

"Agent Andropov, we are here your plane is waiting." The corporal said firmly. Ana nodded while she smiled, hopped out of the jeep and she walked quickly towards the plane. Goodbye Mother Russia, hello the good old U.S of A.

Climbing into the plane she took a seat on one of the beige leather seats. Settling in she opened one of the two manila folders. She scanned the page at first and flipped through it, her picture was clipped to the first page with a bunch of identification documents.

She began to read silently as the plane lurched forwards;

Name: Anastasia Neely

Age: 35

Anastasia born in 1944 to Gabrielle and Richard Neely. An only child and was raised in a Toronto until the age of twelve where she attended Grant McEwen Elementary and Desrali middle-school. When her mutation began to manifest her father bought a small farm outside of Regina Saskatchewan where he and his wife raised their daughter. She was home schooled until the age of 18 when the Canadian government removed her from the home due to her unique genetic quality.

She was given the opportunity to study at the Canadian Royal Military Academy. Once she started her education she quickly excelled. They provided her with a standard military education and helped hone her powers. Once she graduated with a 3.5 GPA they immediately trained her for intelligence. She was honorably discharged in 1971 and began working as a bartender in Vancouver until she moved to New York in pursuit of a degree in English Literature at New York University.

Nodding Ana leaned back in her seat and stared out of the window. The clouds floated by the wistfully and she looked down at the ground. She always loved flying, everything looked so pretty from the sky. Closing her eyes she decided she would try and sleep before she reached New York.