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Jesse put his head on his hands on the desk of the helix. His head was spinning, and he felt terrible. He knew the others would find out he was gone as soon as he set off, and he had to do it quickly, or it was possible to overwrite the system from the sanctuary computer.

He took a deep breath, waited for the room to stop spinning, and started up the helix. "Thank god for autopilot," he thought as the plane glided out of Stormking mountain, and began its travel towards the clouds. He sat down on one of the more comfortable chairs, and wrapped his arms around himself, to stop the shivering motion his body insisted on making, despite the thick coat he had picked up.

He stared miserably at the wall. How could his father have done this? He was what, seven at the time, and his dad, the one person he trusted, sold him to this insane professor. He felt betrayed. And this guy Avell. What the hell was he doing, ruining their family? Still Jesse pushed the blame onto this man, as an outside person, instead of his dad. He couldn't quite believe that his dad, Noah Kilmartin, would give his son away to undergo further experiments, after all genomex had done to him. He sighed, trying to calm the anger which was building up in his confused mind. There had to be retribution, he knew, but that could wait 'til he actually got there.

"Jesse," the voice Jesse did not want to hear came over the comlink.

Jesse turned his head away, tears brimming up as he thought of this man, who he had trusted. The one man he thought would tell him about this.

"Jesse, I know you are there," Adams voice came again.

"Jesse, come back please," Shalimar's desperate voice came over the com.

"Yeah, bro, we can sort this out," Brennan added.

Emma obviously knew, Jesse thought, that there was no way that he would turn back now. Not after what he had seen. But they didn't know yet did they? Adam hadn't told them.

"Jesse," Adams voice was annoyed, and stern.

Jesse turned his com on, and swung around coughing at the sudden head rush he got from it. "What?" he said in a harsh voice, his anger returning.

The others looked at each other. He didn't sound good.

"Get your ass back here Now," Adam shouted, "You are in no fit state to be driving that, especially alone.'

Jesse gave a harsh laugh. 'And you really think that that'll make me come back, Adam."

"Where are you going?" Adam called, though he knew the answer.

Jesse's answer confirmed it. "You're the genius Adam," he called sarcastically. "You tell me." He coughed again at the amount of talking he was doing. His headache was getting worse.

"Come back Jess. We can work this out. We'll go with you." Emma's half- hearted comment came across, knowing too well that it wasn't going to happen.

Jesses voice grew in anger as he spoke to Adam.

"Why didn't you tell me Adam?"

Silence

"Why didn't you tell me that my own father had sold me?"

"What," Brennan's voice came through confused.

"I saw the document Adam. You should have told me. You knew." Jesse's voice sounded desperate and heated.

"Because that would have really let you remain in bed, getting better if you knew that," Adams voice came over reluctantly but sarcastically, as the other three remained silent, perplexed at what they were hearing.

"He's my father Adam. Don't I have a right to know?" Jesse said, his voice getting louder.

"Jess, its not like that, you know th-"

"For Gods Sake. Isn't it my life? Haven't I got the right too choose what's going to happen to me.

"Yeah. You are right. Perhaps I should have told you Jesse," Adams voice came over angry, "But hey. Last time your father betrayed you, you had a hard enough time coping with it then. Why shatter your relationship anymore with something I didn't even know at the time was going to have any affect whatsoever."

"Jeez Adam. I may not have had a choice the first time you lot experimented on me, but this time, I am not letting some loony test around with my body."

"Jesse, I'm not saying you don't. We are going to sort this out-"

"Haven't you waited long enough for that? They've been out there long enough. He has to be stopped. If you aren't going to do it, then I certainly am." Jesse coughed again, and held is hand up to his forehead. He needed a drink.

"Jesse, your condition is worsening. You need to be back here, so we can help you." Adam tried again, desperate, knowing that his young member might collapse again at any moment.

"I can help myself thank you."

"Jess-"

"Off," Jesse whispered to the com, and the connection went dead. He could almost here the groans of frustration back at sanctuary of his friends. No doubt they would chase after him. He'd have plenty of time though. They would probably insist on knowing all about it.

He turned his head and lent it against the wall of the plane and sighed as he looked at the moniter. 'Not long now', he thought, drowsily.

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"Comon," Brennan said, whacking his fist against the steering wheel in frustration.

"Hey, how much faster do you want to go?" Shalimar asked him, looking at the speed dial, which read 100.

Adam was staring out f the window f the car, apparently lost in thought, and Emma was sitting quietly next to Shalimar, praying that Jesse would be Ok.

"Hey Brennan. There's a police car round the corner behind us. Its gaining." Shalimar said, alert.

"Aargh," Brennan said in irritation, as he put his foot on the brake, to slow in speed.

"Don't worry. We'll be there soon." Shal said giving him a searching look, which he returned, before realizing he was meant to be watching the road. With a worried grin he stepped down on the pedal.

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Jesse stormed towards the building, his strength returning in his moment of anger, and disbelief, his heart, though heavy, was set upon what he had to do in his mind. Whether he was thinking clearly through his rage or not, he cared not a bit, and as he stormed through the door he looked around with distrust. He peered around the corner, though not as carefully as his usual meticulous manner would make him; yet his luck held out as he saw no one. Whether this luck was on Jesse's side or the possible receiving end of what Jesse would have done had there been anyone there, he didn't know. He reached the blank wall, along from where he remembered phasing to get out from his prison.

He took a deep breath, savouring the air, before releasing it all as he struggled to phase himself. Walking unsteadily through the wall he looked cautiously around. He was in a largish white washed room, with filing cabinets and a computer. He frowned to himself, and stumbling towards the cabinets he reached out to pull them open. The phase had taken lots of his energy from him, and he felt himself deteriorating quickly. He slammed the drawers back frustrated. He wanted a locked drawer. That's where the confidential files were. He knew what he was looking for. He stumbled through 3 cabinets until, reaching the smallest and last one on the right, he found the two drawers locked.

He grinned wryly to himself.

"Get this Avell," he muttered to himself as he reached towards the cabinet. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath, concentrating solely on what he had to achieve. He groaned in pain and opened his eyes. Gasping he smiled.

"Bet you wish you hadn't given me these powers now," he said to an invisible Avell.

Papers had dropped to the floor as the Cabinet hovered phased in the air. Jesse had no time to wonder why it hadn't sunk through the floor, and he didn't particularly care. All he wanted were the papers. He stuck his hand through the phased drawers, and scraped together the papers.

"Common," he said distractedly. He flicked through the papers, not really looking for what he wanted, a glazed look in his eyes. His dizziness increased.

He stopped. His eyes wilted, as he dropped all the papers, save one. He rubbed the thick paper absentmindedly, and bent his head as the pain increased. He knew it would be there. And yet. He had that feeling. As though he perhaps could have been mistaken. They could all have been wrong, and that his father was the kind man Jesse wanted him to be, even if it was just at the start of his life. But no, fate hadn't been kind, and upset would not stay with Jesse, as his anger increased, perhaps more than ever. He stood up shakily, and flexed his muscles. Leaving the coat he had just taken off for the phasing on the floor, he left the room with his sleeveless top, determined to do what he came to do. Serve justice.

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OK, firstly, I have to apologise for not reviewing sooner.

Been totally inundated with work from college at the moment! Please bear with me! Thank you very much Brigitte, for giving me that little reminder to update. Did it as soon as possible, in a spare minute or two.

What can I say. I have had amazing reviews from everyone. Please keep it going.

Oh, and Goldstranger. You think I enjoy dangling information in front of you all?! What do you mean?! It pains me more than you could ever imagine :P!!!!!!!

The rest of Mutant X are on their way. Will they stop Jesse in time from doing anything he perhaps may regret?! I don't know. Well, perhaps I do. But you don't. *Mwohaha* So kind and eager people. Please review, and I'll try to make your reading time as enjoyable as possible!!!!!!!!!