Like I said, more new people! These guys I based on a one shot appearance in the comic.

The M Squad

"Dr. Phelps, Dr. Farr, Dr. Majors," Trask sighed. "I leave you in charge of one little mutant for less than twenty four hours, alone and unsupervised.AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!" He pointed at the ruined lab. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?"

"She.Kinda got loose," Dr. Majors, a short balding man in his thirties gulped.

"No kidding!" Trask snapped.

"But we got her captured and under control again," Dr. Phelps, a tall Japanese American woman with a somewhat noble air spoke.

"Correction," Trask snapped. "Foresight captured her again!"

"I told you that they would screw up again," Foresight spoke tonelessly. "You should have listened to me."

"You're right," Trask snapped. "It's lucky that she not only didn't escape but send off a message to the X-Men or the Misfits or someone else!"

"Well," Dr. Farr spoke. "We just wanted to see how her powers worked." He was in his thirties with wild white hair and wore thick glasses.

"It was an interesting demonstration," Dr. Majors added.

"DEMONSTRATION? MORE LIKE DEMOLITION!" Trask shouted.

"Hey give us a break!" Dr. Phelps said. "We're researchers and scientists, not soldiers!"

"On the contrary Dr. Phelps," Dr. Majors spoke. "We are on the front lines of the battle for the survival of the human race! We are the protectors of the future! We are."

"THE M SQUAD!" The scientists shouted cheerfully.

"You are imbeciles!" Trask snapped. "To think that I'm reduced to helping you morons. It's mind boggling! No wonder mutants are running amok in the world when idiots like you flourish! That reminds me, where's the fourth Stooge? Why wasn't he here to control this?"

"He had some business in his home town to take care of," Dr. Phelps told him. "He still sees regular patients you know."

"Such a humanitarian," Dr. Farr said admirably. "Always putting his patients first."

"Oh how nice of him," Trask said sarcastically. "I want him back here ASAP! CONTACT HIM!"

"Uh we would but uh." Dr. Phelps gulped.

"We lost his cell phone number," Dr. Majors finished.

"But we can get it when he calls us," Dr. Farr added.

"Oh that's just great! That's just freaking perfect!" Trask kicked a nearby can.

"Calm down Dr. Trask," Dr. Phelps said. "We have the subject secure in her cell. Now all we have to do is figure out a way to examine her and other patients without a repeat of this.incident."

"Hey how about we use those mutant suppression collars?" Dr. Majors suggested.

"Yeah that would be great!" Dr. Farr said happily.

"Gee why didn't I think of that?" Trask asked sarcastically. "Oh wait I did. BUT DR. FARR BROKE THEM ALL!"

"I just wanted to see how they worked," Dr. Farr said sheepishly.

"You know the only reason you people are still alive is because there aren't exactly too many other people out there that are qualified to do this job don't you?" Trask growled. "Although the way things are going a trained monkey could do a better job!"

"Can't you just get some more?" Dr. Majors asked.

"Oh yes I'll just go down to Wal-Mart and get some," Trask told him. "DO YOU PEOPLE EVER LISTEN TO ME? I STILL DON'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO MASS PRODUCE THEM YET! I BARELY HAVE ENOUGH FUNDS TO WORK ON MY SENTINEL PROJECT AND RUN THIS LOONEY BIN ON THE SIDE!"

"You don't have to be so touchy," Dr. Majors gulped.

"You have no idea just how touchy I am lately!" Trask shouted. "Why did I let Eddington talk me into this? Even that prison cell at SHEILD was more organized than this circus!"

"Look at the bright side," Dr. Phelps told him. "At least we have some new subjects and they're in the mutant containment cells. They can't use their powers to escape."

"Which we designed," Dr. Farr added. "I still don't know how we're going to examine them though. I mean that one with the firecrackers is the most dangerous of the lot."

"Just keep her hands immobilized and her sedated!" Trask snapped. "Do I have to think of EVERYTHING?"

"Apparently, yes," Foresight said.

"Well then it appears that I have no choice but to oversee you idiots personally," Trask paced back and forth. "You haven't even come up with a decent mutant hunting prototype yet!"

"What about D-4?" Dr. Phelps asked.

"That reject?" Trask snapped. "I don't know why you didn't dissect it a long time ago! That thing is utterly useless!"

"It is not!" Dr. Majors snapped. "We created it, it's our project! We have learned a lot from testing it. And our genetic splicing machine will be ten times better, once Dr. Farr has finished repairs. Besides it's kind of cute."

"Doctor we really need to get you a date," Dr. Farr sighed.

"Oh for the love of Pete." Trask groaned.

"Hey it was our first attempt at genetic engineering," Dr. Phelps defended. "I think we did rather well.considering."

"Considering who you are, yes!" Trask snapped. "Just don't screw anything else up! Got it?"

Next: Just when you think there are enough new people running amok, two more new mutants arrive on the scene!