Prologue
"Sir?"
Stryker glanced up from the files in his hands, narrowing his eyes at the young officer who spoke. "You better have a damn good reason for interrupting me, McNab," he growled.
McNab shifted on his feet, eyes darting around nervously. He coughed to clear his throat. "I- I believe I've found something that may interest you, sir. A mutant. One matching the description of one of the mutants who broke into the Pentagon."
If possible, Stryker's stare intensified, his gaze falling on the files in the officer's hand. "Give those here," he ordered, reaching out. McNab hurriedly complied.
"The pictures are from a security feed in a convenience store in New York," McNab explained. "We believe it may be the fast one- the one who took out the guards."
Stryker said nothing, only opening the file, looking over the pictures. There were only two, but that was enough. A silver streak stretched across the first photo, but was too blurry to make out any defining features.
The second, however, was a different story. Green eyes were met by a grainy image of a teen reaching towards what looked to be candy bars. Taking in the obnoxious silver hair (not to mention the jacket), Pink Floyd t-shirt, and goggles, a slow smile spread across Stryker's face.
"McNab?"
"Sir?"
"Gather your squad. We have our next target."
