It has been six months scene James has left the team and all that time Stryker has not been able to find a mutant suitable for the team. He was looking for someone strong, someone who doesn't scare easily, but most important he was looking for someone that would be willing to make him proud, willing to listen without asking questions. Stryker was also looking for someone with experience, maybe someone in the military.

He was sitting in his office at the base. His office has been the same scence he started working there. A desk facing the door with a black swivel chair behind it, in that chair sit Striker himself. At the far end of the room was a ruby colored chair up agents the corner of the same wall the door was on. There was a single photo on the wall besides his desk. In it a young girl, perhaps 12 or 13, had flowing straight brown hair that rest at the center of her back. Her bright blue eyes seamed to glow with intensity, her smile was wide and the few freckles on her cheeks were light. Her breast were small but visible. She had her arm wrapped around a man who looked like a younger version of Striker. The boy in the picture seamed to be 16. He, like the girl who hugs him, had freckles, straight brown hair, and blue eyes. They seamed to be happy.

Stryker looked up at the picture and sighed before returning back to the mutant files in front of him. He opened up the one in front of him and started to read.

NAME: JACKSON RADIE

BIRTH: NOVEMBER 19, 1988

BIRTH PLACE: OKLAHOMA CITY, OK

WAIGHT: 159 LBS

HEIGHT: 5'9''

LOCATION: OKLAHOMA STAIGHT PRISON

CODE NAME: GILLS

MUTATION: ABLE TO BREATH UNDER WATER, INHANSED SCENCES

Stryker read a whole bunch of other crap about this mutantand the one after that. He read through most of the pile before he came to one that caught his eye. He looked at the picture stapled to the upper right hand corner of the file. He studded it for a minute. The girl in the photo looked filmier, yet looked like a complete stranger at the same time. Her appearance did not look what-so-ever like the person he knew belonged to that name. He thought of her, of who he remembered the name to belong to. He pictured her tan skin and blue eyes. He saw her brown hair that was as straight as a pin and the soft freckles that lay on her cheeks and across her nose. He saw her breast that were just starting to fill out. He saw the same picture in his head as the picture on his wall. He looked at the picture in front of him which showed a women who looked to 16 maybe 17, he saw vibrant blue hair so dark it almost looked black. It was longer than the photo itself so it got cut off at the end. His blue eyes stared at her and her deep red eyes, the color of a pool of blood, stared back at him. Her skin was so pail it looked almost white. The freckles that were supposed to be on her cheeks where gone. Her once flat chest had now swollen and enlarged. Obviously, the little girl has changed since the last time he had seen her. Striker had never wanted this to happen to her. He had hopped that he would not inherit the X gene her mother had carried. He had wished for her to have a happy and normal life, but that was out of the question, he needed her.

Striker skimmed over the file again skipping the name, not being able to bear it.

BIRTH: FEBUARY 14, 1994

BIRTH PLACE: ALBANY, NY

WAIGHT: 105 LBS

HEIGHT: 5'6''

CODE NAME: VAMP

LOCATION: INSANE ASYLUM OF WASHINGTON DC

MUTATION: PHYSICAL, MUST INGEST BLOOD OF A MUTANT OR HUMAN TO SURVIVE, RAPPID HEALING FACTOR, SMALL TELEPATHIC ABILITY, SENCE EMOATIONS, TELEKINETIC.

Stryker leaned over to the far side of his desk and pressed a small button. there was a small microphone next to it.

"Bradley, tell the team to suit up. We leave in 30 minuets."

"Yes, ser." came a reply from the speaker on the wall.