"Potential aside," The doctor adjusts his squared-lens glasses and forces the excitement from his voice. "a very real misdeed has been committed this day." He gives Rogue a look of disappointment, but addresses his colleagues. "As I've just proven, her mutation is too valuable for us to dispose of her."

Rogue is too cautious to breathe a sigh of relief.

"However—" He begins washing his pale hands in the sink. "—we must teach M: 212 that treacherous acts are not permitted in this facility."

She knows her fate is being decided, and she looks from man to man with sweat on her brow. She feels like some kind of exotic animal forced into a cage for human entertainment.


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