Hank rolled out of bed and ambled down the hall to the bathroom. When he returned, he pushed past the doors to his infirmary and was surprised to find it empty.

Of course they're already gone. . . He thought.

He moved the mouse attached to his computer to terminate the screen saver. Some of the computers final analysis were completed. Kent's DNA had now been mapped to perfection.

He double clicked the file and it sprung to full screen.

"Oh no." Hank McCoy felt his whole internal world fall away.

He spun around and keyed the lighthouse on the comm. The line was bad. Something had happened. The comm was off-line.

He slammed his fists down together on to the metal desk in front of him. Most everything in the room jumped when he did.

How could he have not seen this before?

But he knew. He had been so occupied with saving Kent and verifying his genetic identity that he simply didn't have the time necessary to complete these last tests.

How would he tell Kitty? Or Kurt? How do you apologize for a mistake like this?

"Hank?" Jean had come, concerned. "What is it? I could feel you in the garden."

Hank slipped in to tears and his voice broke. "Kent isn't their son. He's been genetically altered to appear that way."

Jean could feel that the worst is yet to come, that Hank had not said his peace, and she felt his hesitation.

"Tell me Hank." She told him plainly.

"The particular radio-active signatures I've detected were not only indicative of manipulation but of the manipulator as well."

Jean felt a lump catch in her throat.

"I've seen this pattern of signatures before." He looked at her hard. "It's Sinister."