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Author's Note: This part is written in first person because it's just easier to express what happened this way. Just read, you'll understand at the end of the chapter. And so you know, Shattershield was Myra's codename at this point. That'll be pointed out in the next chapter but just thought I'd let you know that now so as to head off confusion.

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I had given everything to the Clan. The Clan was my life, my soul, my heart; I did everything and anything they asked. I never questioned my orders and my orders were never questioned. It was such a happy time, back when things were simple. But Life loves to toss change into our faces and lay disaster on our doorsteps.
Everything happened at once for us. We were getting ready to take down a major anti-mutant group. We had just arrived and were scouting the best way in when we lost touch with one of hour outlooks, Terri. She's a shape-shifter, mainly animal forms, and some hybrids. One minute she was talking to us on the com-sets and the next she was just gone, nothing left but static. We sent people to check on her. All they found was her mutilated corpse. We only knew it was her because they'd left her face perfect, not so much as a scratch on it. They wanted us to know what they were capable of doing. Patrick and I were the team leaders for the mission. Patrick said we needed to pull back and re-evaluate our options and choose the best course of action.
I knew that if we did that, we'd just give our target more time to prepare for us and things would get even worse. Patrick refused to listen to me and the team was split down the middle. Some wanted to wait and perform recon before making any moves. Others realized it was a futile attempt and would be our undoing.
Our bickering turned out to be our undoing. The targets had managed to sneak up on us, catching each of our guards unawares. But Weaver and Shattershield were standing guard was well, both with shields up. The assassins couldn't get to us. But we couldn't get to them either. Our shots rebounded on us. We were forced to withdraw as Weaver's shields were broken through. They'd pulled out some sort of weird electro-cannon and it nearly killed Weaver it was so powerful. Shatter couldn't stand up to them all on her own. Shatter's shields were wearing thin and the enemy kept getting shots through before she could fill the holes. We were forced to withdraw when the injured started piling up. Of the twenty we'd taken in, we'd lost four and there were another dozen injured, and there was Weaver, barely hanging onto his life.
When we got back to base we sent the injured to the infirmary and those that were uninjured were gathered into the conference room. After a while everyone who had remained behind got wind of what had happened and came down too. Everyone was talking at once and everyone wanted to be heard and everyone was torn between Patrick's plan to wait and watch them then attack when we'd come up with a sufficient plan and mine, to attack them fast and furious and then get out, basic guerilla tactics.
Headgame, Shona, our strongest telepath said, "We can't keep fighting amongst ourselves. We've got to come to a decision."
Someone else, never did find out who it was, suggested that we pick one leader, one leader for the whole squad rather than just team leaders for each mission that came up. It was between Patrick and me. Patrick and I were sent out of the room. Someone later told me that Shona and our other telepath, Seer, went around the room and looked into each person's head and looked at how they felt about Patrick and me. It was going to be based on who had the most positive associations. Then it was revealed who'd won and it was discussed.
The fools had picked Patrick! Patrick! That simpering idiot whose only power was to copy molecular structure. And they had picked him and his foolish ideals to lead them into battle from now on. They would see the error of their ways. They would no better than to double cross the Mistress of Magnetism.