When things started happening, they started happening fast.

Several long distance conferences were held over the next several days between Xavier, Storm and Cyclops, and the BAU and the representatives from Counter Terrorism. It was during one of these conferences that they figured out how to find Reid… Xavier had been telling the curious agents about some of his own telepathic abilities, and somehow, Reid's psychic shields came into the conversation…

"So… Dr. Reid is a telepath?" Devanny asked.

"To an extent, yes." Xavier was explaining. "But unlike other telepaths, he only developed his shielding ability. He can keep out almost anything. There are only two individuals on the face of this planet that he can actually communicate with telepathically."

"Shit." Everyone stopped and turned to look at Logan, who had, until then, been looking very bored. Now he just looked shocked. "That's right. Why the hell didn't I think of it before…"

"Logan?" Cyclops asked.

Logan looked around the room. "Me." He said. "I'm one of tha ones he can link up with, telepathically. Unless they're hinderin' his powers somehow, if I can git close enough ta him… I can reach him!"

"How close is close enough?" Strauss asked.

"A couple a' miles." Logan said. "You think he's being held at the Pentagon?"

"… Good Lord…" Xavier breathed, looking alarmed at that.

"Get me within a couple miles a' that place, and I might be able ta detect him." Logan growled, rising to his feet. "Uh… him detect me. Whatever."

"Logan…" Storm called. "I'm not sure we want to take that risk."

"Just gonna see if I can feel the kid. I'm not takin' the grand tour." Logan pointed out.

"… Let him." Cyclops said, and Storm looked at him, surprised. "I'd do the same for Phoenix." The man said, and Logan nodded to him.

"… We'll go tonight." Hotch assured Logan. "I want to know where the hell they're holding my agent."

Spencer Reid lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been almost a week since he'd allowed himself to be shot in the leg. It had been a good shot… clear through and through, no permanent damage. He'd heal fast and well. But it still hurt like a bitch. But Reid had also stuck to his guns. He had firmly refused to use his mutant powers. Not that they had really pushed… he was injured, after all… but a few threats had been tossed his way.

Reid forced himself to think of something else.

Dinner had been awful. The most pathetic excuse for creamed spinach EVER, in his opinion. And he didn't have a high opinion of spinach in general. The chicken nuggets had reminded him of elementary school cafeteria food and the mashed potatoes were, well… like eating grainy paste. At least the apple juice was semi-decent, but seriously?! Apple Juice! What the hell!

Yawning, he rolled over and closed his eyes. He was just drifting off when he felt something… stirring, he opened his eyes, smiling sadly to himself and mumbling softly, "You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming?" And then he went silent, waiting for the answer that he knew would never come…

'That's where I'll always love ya…' purred a deep voice in his mind, and Reid gasped, going rigid as his eyes widened in shock. 'That's where I'll be waitin'.'

'… Logan?!'

'Are ya alright, darlin'?' Came the response, the question overflowing with concern.

'Where are you?!'

'Right outside.'

'Outside where?!'

'Whaddya mean, Spencer?'

'I have no idea where they've taken me! How did you know I was here?! Wherever… here is…'

There was a long pause before Logan answered, 'Yer in the Pentagon, darlin'. We didn't know fer sure 'til now. Yer boss just got me close enough so I could feel ya. But he was worried this was where ya were. Now… ya need ta tell me what they're doin' to ya. Are ya hurt?'

Slowly, Spencer looked down at his bandaged leg. 'Uh…'

Outside in the car, Hotch eyed Logan when the feral let out a low growl.

"What is it?" Hotch asked. There was a moment's pause, and then Hotch's mask slipped and alarm flashed over his features as the Wolverine suddenly let out a roar of fury, eyes flashing gold. "WHAT?! What is it?!"

"SHOT YOU?!" Logan raged. "Whatddya mean they SHOT YOU?!"

"SHOT HIM?!" Hotch echoed, but Logan held up a hand. His chest and throat vibrated in a perpetual growl, even as his shoulders heaved with his deep, angry breathes. After a moment, he glanced at Hotch. "Left thigh. Through and through. Minor, he says."

"What happened?" Hotch demanded to know.

"… told em he wasn't gonna play their games anymore. He wasn't gonna raise a single shield, not even ta save his own life… they called his bluff." Logan snarled, and Hotch's eyes blazed in fury.

"This has gone on long enough. We have to get going. Tell Spencer we're getting him out of there."

"… I'm stayin'."

"No." Hotch said as Logan opened the door. "It's too dangerous. A mutant outside the Pentagon? And you're already wanted as Weapon X… I'm not going to let Spencer blame me for anything happening to you. Close the door."

Aaron Hotchner and the Wolverine glared at each other for a long time. Neither looked even remotely intimidated. But finally, with a snarl, Logan closed the door and sat back. Hotch was quite sure he had Spencer to thank for Logan's reluctant cooperation, and he sent the boy a silent thank you.

'We're gonna get ya outta there, darlin'.'

'Just… don't do anything that will risk the X-Men… and that includes yourself, Logan,' Spencer said firmly.

'I'm playin' it yer boss' way. Fer now. If his plan don't work, all bets're off…'

'You talk to me before you do ANYTHING without my team!'

'No promises.'

'LOGAN!'

'No… I'm gettin' ya back… no matter what it takes. And THAT is a promise…'

Reid could only groan in his frustration… Logan had moved beyond his reach…

It was a beautiful morning. The autumn air was chill, the sky was that brilliant blue that you only see in the autumn. The leaves were turning, and there was frost on the ground. In front of the Pentagon, far enough to not raise the alarm, but close enough to see it, a group of reporters were anxiously awaiting the arrival of Federal Agents that had called a press conference… There was a lot of excitement. They didn't know what the press conference would be about, but they knew that the agents who had called it were from the FBI's top profiling team, and from Counter-Terrorism, so it was pretty likely to be big news.

Everyone leapt into excited preparedness when the black cars appeared, and the agents got out.

In the back of one of the cars, Garcia turned and looked at Logan beside her. He was gazing off into the distance.

'Spencer?'

'Logan! You're back!' Spencer greeted happily. Garcia grinned in delight when the Wolverine smiled slightly, hooding his eyes and letting out a soft rumble that Garcia translated as a purr.

'I am, darlin'. Gotta show ya somethin'. Need ya to look through my eyes, and hear through my ears…'

'Uh… okay?' Spencer said slowly, and gently slid further into Logan's mind, sighing happily at how it opened wide to accept him, and then wrapped around him in a warm embrace. Then, Spencer Saw.

"… Ready?" Garcia asked, holding up her tablet. Logan nodded, and Garcia tapped a couple of things. A moment later, and Spencer found himself staring at an image on the screen… in the background, he could see the Pentagon. And before it, a podium with a microphone, and upon it was the FBI Seal.

'Logan… what is this?'

'Just watch, darlin'.'

The cameras zoomed in as several people approached the podium… There were five of them. The first approached the microphone.

"Good morning. I am Section Chief Erin Strauss of the FBI, and I would like to thank you all for coming out today. We have a couple of announcements that we need to make this morning, but first, I'd like to introduce you to the agents with me. On my left, are Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan, and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. To my right, from Counter-Terrorism, are SSA's Jordan Todd and Bryce O'Connell.

"Now, both departments have their own announcement, but they are related with one topic in particular, that has long been a point of contention in the United States of America. And that is… Mutants.

"Whether we like it or not, they are among us. And their numbers are growing. More are being born every day, whether they are recognized at birth or not. The fact is, virtually every one of us has a mutant in our life… a friend, a neighbor, a co-worker… a family member… someone in our church... Even if we do not know it.

"We cannot say for sure how many there are. So many of them are anonymous. And they take great care to remain anonymous. And for most of them, it isn't done to deceive the people around them… it is done out of fear. Out of Self-Preservation. Too often, we hear stories of people who are discovered to be mutants and then have their lives turned upside down as they suffer from threats of, or actual incidences of violence against them, their families, their property…" She trailed off for a moment, allowing this to sink in before continuing.

"And too often, these crimes are ignored. Charges are not brought against the perpetrators… all too often, a person's life is, to be blunt, ruined by the people around them when their mutant status is made publicly known. And the lack of proper response from law enforcement of EVERY level is, quite frankly, deplorable.

Strauss paused, looked down at her notes, took a deep breath, and then looked up into the cameras again. "Recently, this problem has come to roost in the FBI. And frankly, I am not willing to sweep this under the rug. It's time to face this head on. We can no longer turn a blind eye to the plight of mutants across the country. At this time, I would like to turn you over to Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner and SSA Derek Morgan. Please hold all questions until the end." And she nodded to the reporters and stepped back.

"Thank you…" Hotch nodded to her, and then turned to face the crowd. "In my career with the Bureau, I have worked with some of the best minds in this country. I have met, consulted with and worked with some of the most elite agents in more than just the FBI, but also the CIA, the DEA, the NSA, and all branches of the military. And that's just the people in the government. There are some incredible civilians in this country that I have had the pleasure of working with. But out of all of these people, there are a small few that would stand out as truly being one of the most amazing people I have ever known. And I am fortunate enough to have one of these individuals on my team.

"This young man takes incredible to its own level." Hotch smiled slightly. "For starters, he's a genius. And that's no exaggeration. He is a proven genius. He graduated High School when he was twelve years old. He attended CalTech and MIT and got top marks. By the time he was eighteen, he had three PhD's and two BA's, and enough job offers to completely bury him." Hotch shook his head, an incredulous look on his face. "This young man could have made a fortune. He could have been a retired billionaire by thirty. But he didn't." Hotch sighed and looked around. "This young man, instead of taking those job offers that would have been some pretty sweet deals… applied to the FBI Academy. His goal in life, was and is, to help people.

"I have worked with Dr. Spencer Reid now for five years. And I can tell you, no one is more honest, brave, or selfless than he is. No one is so quick to stand up for what is right, or to make a sacrifice for the sake of others. I have seen him hurt in the line of duty. I've seen him place his life on the line to protect others. I have seen him kidnapped, tortured, and literally murdered at the hands of a serial killer… CPR saved his life. And in the end, he shot that killer, to save himself from being murdered for the second time in one night. And after that… I watched him suffer regret… for killing the man who was going to kill him. He is one of a kind, who values life the way we all should.

Hotch paused then, glancing at Morgan, glancing at the car where Garcia and Logan were… glancing back at the cameras. "This man has an exemplary record. He took an oath when he joined the Bureau, and he honors that oath every day. I am honored to work with him. I am honored that he has chosen to work with me, and our team, turning down other job offers from in and outside of the government on a regular basis. He is one of the Bureau's stars. And the Bureau has been proud to have him. The U.S. Government, has been proud to have him.

Hotch paused again, taking a deep breath and fighting to maintain his composure… to not allow his rage to show. He looked up into the cameras, and thought of all the people across the country who would be watching this Live Broadcast. Families… executives… By now, likely every damn politician and government official in DC… hell, the President himself may even be watching. And he was about to drop a bombshell on them all…

"A month ago, that all changed." He declared, his voice suddenly hard, all the warm pride gone. "A month ago, Dr. Spencer Reid came out as a mutant." He let that point hang in the air for a moment. "He has the ability to shield himself. From physical, and psychic attack. He can protect himself. Time and time again, I have seen this agent injured on the job. Some of these injuries couldn't have been prevented. He didn't see them coming. Some of them, he did. He could have saved himself. He could have protected himself. But he didn't. Because doing so would reveal that he was a mutant. This man allowed himself to be physically injured… risked dying… to keep his secret. Some of you may think that this was foolish. If you do, try to imagine yourself in his shoes. Working for the FBI, and you're secretly a mutant. What would you fear more? Being hurt, or killed? Or what the government might do to you if they found out?

Hotch took a moment of silence to let people stew on that.

"As it turns out, his fears were well founded. The moment he admitted to being a mutant, was the moment he lost his freedom. While he was not arrested, as he has not broken any laws, he was taken into custody and locked up. There were a few hearings as people argued over how to proceed. There is no precedent, no protocol, for something like this. Dr. Reid was understanding, and he did not complain, even though his incarceration was technically illegal. And then it got worse. A few weeks ago, he was removed from where he was being held in the dead of night, and secreted away. At this moment, he is being unlawfully imprisoned right behind us, in the Pentagon, at the hands of the Secret Service and Homeland Security."

Hotch turned and looked over his shoulder at the building for a moment, and then faced the cameras again. "He has been forced to undergo experiments, testing the strength and reach of his shielding abilities. He has been deliberately injured. And he has been told that unless he submits to the wishes of Homeland Security and the Secret Service, and works for them, that he will never see the light of day again. This young man who has dedicated his life to protecting the people of this country, and upholding the Constitution… is having his own Constitutional rights violated by the very government that he works for.

"Now… the people responsible for these reprehensible acts are likely already planning to refute this by using a single argument. And that is this; it has been discovered that Agent Reid has ties to a mutant terrorist organization, and is refusing to co-operate with the government to apprehend them. And on that note, I will turn you over to Agents O'Connell and Todd." And Hotch stepped back.

"Good morning, everyone." Jordan Todd greeted, a lovely smile on her face. She looked perfectly at home where she was, after her stint with the BAU covering for JJ while she was out on maternity leave a few years back. O'Connell was happy to just stand silently by her side. As it was, he was barely able to keep from shooting terrified looks at the cameras.

"Over the past month," Jordan announced, "we in the Counter-Terrorism Unit of the FBI have dug into the case of the mutant terrorist group known as the X-Men, deeper than ever before. We reviewed literally hours of video footage taken professionally and by civilians… we have studied interviews of witnesses. Interviewed witnesses. And finally, with the help of Dr. Reid's connection, we were able to speak with the leaders of the X-Men themselves. I am proud to announce that at the conclusion of this investigation, it has been decided that the X-Men do not meet the qualifications to be labeled as a terrorist group.

"While much of their actions could be considered as illegal vigilantism, we were forced to admit that nearly every instance in which the X-Men were active, were in cases where law enforcement either failed to, were unable to, or, horrifyingly enough, REFUSED to act where they should have. I am ashamed to admit, that there have been too many events in which the X-Men were the only ones who did the right thing. They have been risking their lives to save lives, both human and mutant alike. There were even some cases where it was law enforcement that was in the wrong in the first place… where these conflicts were sparked by law enforcement, and the X-Men merely reacted in defense of themselves, and others."

Her eyes swept the crowd as a firm look overtook her features. "Investigations will be launched into the actions of these departments, and legal and disciplinary action will be taken where appropriate."

She let that sink in, then allowed her features to relax and said, "The FBI is hoping at this time, that a beneficial arrangement can be made with the X-Men, to help ensure the safety of all American citizens, human and mutant alike. And on that, I turn you back over to Chief Strauss."

"Thank you, Agent Todd." Strauss said, stepping up to the podium again. She smiled. "At this time, I am proud to announce that last night, a proposal was submitted to the Director of the FBI, to form a Rapid Emergency Response Team within the Bureau. This team will be deployed upon request through the proper channels, and upon approval from the Unit Chief. Situations in which their assistance may be requested include, but are not limited to, States of Emergencies such as natural disasters, riots, civil unrest, terrorism, and hostile mutant activity."

Strauss paused a moment and then dropped the bomb. "This response team that has been proposed will be made up of mutants. These mutants will be full time Agents with the FBI, working in their own departments, and will be called in to mobilize whenever they are needed.

Smiling at the cameras now, Strauss said "and to all anonymous mutants who have been working within the Bureau already… it's time to stop hiding. If you feel your abilities could benefit the Bureau, the country, could be of significant use on this Rapid Mutant Response Team, I encourage you come forward and submit your candidacy. This is not, however, an order. Revealing yourself is your choice, and yours alone." And then she stepped back, and Hotch stepped forward once more.

"And to those who are unlawfully detaining Agent Reid…" He announced, his tone as hard and sharp as the Wolverine's claws, "if he is not released immediately, you had better get yourselves a lawyer and hope to God that they're better than me and the team we have standing in the wings…"

"We will take a few questions, now." Strauss announced, and hands shot up. Strauss looked at a red headed woman and nodded.

"What prompted the Bureau to re-evaluate the status of the X-Men as terrorists?!" Strauss looked over at Morgan and stepped aside. Morgan moved up to the microphone.

"Recently, the BAU worked a serial case in Boston. It was a pack that was abducting seemingly random people, holding them for a week and torturing them before cutting their throats and dumping their bodies. The team uncovered the pattern in the victims. They were all mutants." Morgan explained. "After that, we started to receive anonymous tips from a mystery informant. This informant was later abducted by the group committing the crimes. As it turns out, this informant was a member of the X-Men, though he was acting on his own at the time. He was able to uncover information that we never could have, and passed it on to us via the anonymous tip line."

One reporter raised a hand and shouted out his question without being called on, and his tone was scathing to say the least as he said "a mutant terrorist could get more information than the FBI?"

"This mutant," Morgan answered, "was able to go places we couldn't, and talk to people we couldn't find… other mutants. Specifically, those who live on the streets. Mutants fear the government. They avoid us like the plague. They hide from us. And they never would have come forward with information, or agreed to talk to us. But they WOULD talk to another mutant. To one of the X-Men, who many of the mutant population in this country see as their only true protectors.

"Now, once this X-Man was taken, another of the X-Men showed us to help us find him. And once the case was wrapped up and the victim was in the hospital, the X-Men came to get their two team members. But the local law enforcement wanted to place them under arrest, even though they had nothing to charge them with. They planned to take them into custody, simply because they are mutants. The X-Men sent in a teleporter to transport their team members out safely, but at that time, the police were in the hospital room, things got chaotic and completely on accident, Agent and Reid and myself ended up getting teleported out of the hospital and landed in the middle of the X-Men.

"Now, it should be noted that the victim was in critical condition. Time was of the essence to get him to a proper medical facility that was specially equipped for mutants. So when we, Agent Reid and myself, landed in their laps, they elected to just go with the flow and take us with them for the time being. Once the victim was stabilized in their medical facilities and seen to by their doctors, Agent Reid and I addressed the situation with the leaders of the X-Men, Storm, Cyclops, and Professor X, and then called in to our Unit Chief and Section Chief." He nodded to Hotch and Strauss.

"The X-Men made it perfectly clear that they were not holding us hostage and would bring us back the moment we asked them to. But Agent Reid and I stayed with them until the victim regained consciousness so that we could get his statement. Once we had it, the X-Men returned us home immediately. And safely. And we parted ways on friendly terms. I got to know them in the time I was with them. And I approached Agent Jordan Todd because I believed that these people were NOT terrorists.

And Morgan stepped back from the microphone. Hands went up again, and Strauss nodded to a dark skinned man with a moustache.

"What is Agent Reid's connection with the X-Men?"

Morgan stepped forward again. "Agent Reid had manifested his powers in late college. He was sent to the X-Men by another mutant to learn to control his powers. He stayed with the X-Men for a year before he entered the Bureau Academy. When he went to them for help, he didn't KNOW they were X-Men. All he knew was that he was told that these people could help him."

Hotch leaned in then, "what the X-Men do in the public eyes is only a small part of their operations. The main part is to provide a safe place for mutants to go when they have no where to go, and to teach them to control their abilities and to impress upon them the importance of using their powers to help man and mutant kind alike, and to NEVER use their powers to harm others."

Hands went up again, and without being called on, one man, the same one who had criticized the agents for not being able to get information that a mutant could, shouted "How do you know Agent Reid hasn't been passing information to the X-Men the entire time he's been with the Bureau?!"

Strauss leaned in and called "There is absolutely no evidence to suggest that Agent Reid may have done that." And then Jordan Todd leaned in and said "and our close scrutiny of the X-Men's activities do not reveal that they could have access to classified government intelligence." She frowned then. "At least… not intelligence that could have possibly come from Agent Reid."

"Are you saying that the X-Men HAVE been able to get hold of sensitive information?" Asked the same jerk.

"There have been a couple of incidents that have posed the question, and this will be addressed in further communications with the X-Men. Next question? Yes, you?"

A dark haired woman, frowning, asked "What about this Rapid Response Team? How can the government control a team of mutants, and how can you guarantee that this team won't turn on the government and the people of America?"

"To be blunt," Strauss said with a smile, "we can't. Anymore than I can guarantee that Agent Todd here won't one day betray the Bureau and commit Treason. Or Agent Hotchner. Any more than I could bring any of YOU into the Bureau and guarantee that you won't one day break your Oath of Office. We are all human. But the mutants will take their Oath of Office just as any one else in the Bureau, and from there, we simply have to trust them to hold by their Oath. Just as we have to do with every other Agent in any department."

Jordan came in then and said "The government has kept it quiet, and has never come out and admitted it, but… we have worked with mutants before over the past fifty to sixty years. Formed teams of them. And the results thus far, have not been good. Betrayal was exactly what happened. But interestingly enough, the mutants were not the ones who turned on the government. In every single instance, it was the government who betrayed the mutants, with horrific results for the mutants. Many of these mutants died, disappeared, or were incarcerated and subjected to inhumane experiments that could only be called torture. This will not happen again. This time, the knowledge of the mutant team is being made public. And this is to protect the rights of the mutants… if they are in the public eye, the government cannot make them disappear as easily. Like they have tried to do thus far, with Agent Reid."

The asshole spoke up again then, saying "and just how do you know he's being unlawfully imprisoned?! Can you prove it?"

Strauss took the question and answered with "Homeland Security and the Secret Service made no efforts to hide the fact that they took him into custody. They have not provided us with any reason to make his incarceration legal. They haven't even tried to. When asked, they simply ignore the question and refuse to communicate with us."

"And what about his powers?" The man demanded to know. "How do you know he hasn't used them to protect himself, his team, or even criminals?!"

"To be honest?" Hotch shrugged. "I don't. At least, not with his psychic shields. They are invisible and undetectable except to other psychics. But his physical shields, that I can guarantee." And he smiled. "They're big, they glow very brightly, and like to change color a lot. You really can't miss them."

"And why didn't he use his powers?!" The same asshole cried. "How many lives could he have saved if he did?"

"An interesting question." Hotch nodded. "The fact is, Agent Reid was aware that he could only save lives if he was active in the field. He couldn't do a thing if he was trapped in a cell. And he believed that the moment he revealed his powers, a cell was exactly where he would end up. So the question is… how many lives has he saved because he HASN'T used his powers?"

"That doesn't answer the question, Agent."

"I think it does." Strauss countered. "Next?"

"How do you know," a blonde man at the back of the group called out, "that Agent Reid is being experimented on? And how do you know that he's truly an unwilling participant?"

"He told us." Hotch declared. "While with the X-Men, Agent Reid bonded with one of the mutants that was there, and established a telepathic link. As long as they are within a few miles of each other, they can speak telepathically. Through this, Agent Reid has told us everything that has happened to him while he's been incarcerated. Including how he was shot in the leg when he refused to co-operate with their experiments any longer."

The reports virtually exploded at that, shouting questions at the top of their lungs.

"That will be all, thank you for your time." Jordan called into the microphone, fighting back a grin, and the Agents retreated to their cars.

Hotch slid in beside Garcia and slammed the door. Morgan climbed into the front seat, and Rossi put the car into gear, pulling away from the reporters that were shouting questions at the car.

Hotch immediately turned to Logan.

"Did Reid watch it?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"… He says yer absolutely outta yer Goddamn mind."

Reid was ready when the door to his cell burst open and several agents entered, Escalante at the front; it was the first time he had seen the man since he had shot him... Reid happily suspected that Escalante had been officially reprimanded for it, but he couldn't be certain… He eyed the men approaching… They were looking absolutely livid.

"What the hell are you playing at, Agent?!" Escalante spat.

"I'm sorry?" Reid asked, sitting up on his bed and giving the people invading his space a bland look.

"There was just a press conference—"

"I know. I watched it."

"… what? HOW?!"

"Through that telepathic link that Agent Hotchner mentioned. I connected with my friend and he let me watch it through him."

"You said NO ONE could get into your head."

"He didn't GET INTO my head. I brought him in. And before you ask, I don't know how I did it, it wasn't on purpose. I can't duplicate it consciously. And once he was in my head, I couldn't get him out. We're linked. Permanently. As long as he's close enough, we can, and will, communicate."

Glaring, Escalante looked back at the others. "Someone get a fuckin inhibitor collar."

"I'm also allowing him to hear every bit of this conversation." Spencer announced. "From now on, everything I know, he knows. And he is relaying it to my team. The moment you put that collar on me is the moment they go right back to the press, to tell them of how I'm still being held against my will and having my civil rights violated. And next time, they'll start dropping names."

"Is that a threat?" Escalante hissed. Reid raised his chin.

"… It's a promise." Reid said. "And I—" He stopped suddenly. He blinked, looking startled, and then, he smiled. "Well… Section Chief Erin Strauss just got a call. An Agent in the FBI has just proclaimed their status as a mutant, and is submitting their candidacy for the Mutant Response Team. Your move, Agent Escalante."