Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.
Jenny: Yay! I knew an exciting start would please people! Hehe. Ooh, I feel sorry for your sister. Don't let her sue me. .
Blix Howlett: Hehe, thank you. I'm glad you like the beginning; I thought it would certainly get people hooked.
LoneEagle: Of course I missed you! You're a great reviewer! To find out who the woman is, you'll be confused if you keep reading regardless. Just think back over TWOTW for me? Okay? Ooh, but I see you're linking back to the happenings at England here with the Stryker assumptions? Good, good. It was kinda similar. It was the same sort of desperation.
Angelica: I hope you read The War Of The World and The Hatred Of Hearts before these otherwise you'll be –really- confused. o.o I'm assuming you did though =P I'm glad you like it! Welcome to the stories! :)
Chapter 2
Once more the woman had been placed back into the room. She had this time been successfully fastened to the lengthy chair. It looked like a chilling recreation of a dentist's chair, for it had been structured and designed similarly. The rest of the room's colours too matched the coldness. The sparkling floor was stunningly clean. Pristine ivory tiles of lino decorated it. Plain walls of white surrounded this tiny box room, sinister looking equipment hung from metal clasps on the walls. A counter ran round the right hand side of this room, each cupboard was neatly shut and the tops were scarce of visible items except for one computer system. It was ridiculously minimalist and clean.
The woman was strapped in place securely. Leather clasps at wrists and ankles, then a thick strap over thighs and chest. Even though her body was horribly still, the rise and fall of her chest was apparent, as was the gentle fluttering of closed eyelids. A strange device was clasped to either side of her head. Circular metal discs were pressed to either temple. Wires led off these to a simple looking box sat to one side on a trolley.
The doors of the room slid open with a mechanical whirring sound. The guards stood at the door stood sharply out of the way in one swift movement, continuing to hold the guns upright. In walked a team of four humans. In the lead was a grey cladded man whom accepted a white coat off one of the rails and slipped it on before he proceeded towards the restrained woman. Behind him silently followed the other three white cladded humans.
"How long has she been here?" The man in lead asked, turning to the others.
"We captured her ten days ago."
"Was she shipped across safely?" He asked curiously, looking down at the still woman.
"Yes Sir."
"Good." He muttered, turning back to them, "Now, what's this apparatus doing?" He asked, pointing to the discs and box
"This is weakening her mutant power. She used her powers earlier before we managed to place it on."
"Yes. I heard she almost escaped." The man said sternly, casting a cold eye upon his workers, "It better not happen again."
"No Sir. We have stationed guards at all doorways."
"Good." He repeated, turning back to the woman slowly. He lowered to her, smirking faintly, "She's a pretty one. Shame she's a mutant." He said darkly, glasses glinting softly in the bright lights that radiated crazily from the thin strips on the ceiling. He straightened from the chair and ran a hand steadily through his short brown hair, "So, are we ready to begin?"
"Yes Sir, the mutation has been drained effectively." One replied, "But it is only temporary."
"How long for?"
"3 hours minimum Sir."
"That's long enough." He muttered, watching them sternly, "Are you sure she will recognize Wolverine?"
"Positive."
"All right.. She should work.." He said softly, now striding across the room and slipping into a metal chair. A hand was held out, "The bracelet."
One of the workers ran forth hurriedly and pressed a silver bangle into the man's palm. A smart flick of a digit and he brought the computer before him to life. A series of beeps and the computer started up and a black screen sat in wait. He lowered the bangle to the desk and carefully unscrewed a moveable glass cylinder. A socket was then left in view from where the cylinder had been. Over the hole he clipped in place a plug lead and nudged it firmly in. Behind him the workers watched in silence before the leader then hurriedly typed into the computer. His fingertips flashed rapidly over the keys and codes where electronically input into the bracelet.
The black screen flickered as white text was hurriedly put up on screen. The coding was impossible to decipher, a mixture of numbers, letters and brackets all taking part in the phenomenal electronic language. A cruel smirk lifted as the man watched his text appear, even though unreadable by his workers he seemed pleased with the work.
The flashing cursor sat patiently on the next line before the following was input:
[/Input/1/Location=Westchester]
...
[Input/2/Name=Charles Xavier]
...
[Input/3/Name=X-Men]
...
[Input/4/Name=Wolverine][(TRACK)]
...
[Input/5/Return=Canada/CHIP=Nerve/24-08-2015]
...
[Input/6/PrimaryMood=Calm]
...
[Input/7/SecondaryMood=Angry]
...
[Input/8/TertiaryMood=
At the end of the text the white cursor blinked rapidly, fingers tips paused before they gently padded in the final information..
.. KILL]
The doors then parted gently and a man clad in the smart attire of a suit stepped in. He and the man at the computer shared a nod in greeting.
"Eduardo" Greeted the leader quietly.
"Mr. Graham Stryker." Replied the man softly, his voice heavily brushed by an Italian accent.
"Check." Ordered Graham.
"Correct."
Graham then quickly clicked a few keys of the keyboard before his index digit landed firmly upon ENTER.
The white text then flashed a startling green before a thin bar appeared and coloured in slowly as the information was loaded into the bracelet via the lead. Beneath the loading bar the percentage changed and flashed constantly.. 38%.. 52%.. 75%.. 80%.. 98%.. 100%.
The words COMPLETE flashed rapidly over the screen before it was cleared and saved by a few more clicks of keys. Graham then swivelled from the computer and to the awaiting bracelet. He lifted the glass cylinder and nodded to one of the workers, "The vial." He commanded. One step forth with a small syringe which Graham accepted carefully in gloved hands. The needlepoint was inserted into a small cap in the end of the glass cylinder. The silvery contents of the syringes then flowed into the glass and filled up smoothly before he lowered the syringe and replaced the tiny cap. He turned to the bracelet and pulled off the computer lead before he screwed the now filled glass cylinder in place.
Graham rose from his seat, and to the woman. He was watched in awed silence as he unclipped the hinge of bracelet and fastened it around the right wrist of the woman. He lifted a screwdriver from his coat pocket and locked it in place. A quick yank to check before he calmly stepped away.
"We are done." He announced coldly, smirking to the workers and Eduardo, "Wake her."
One of the workers step towards her and inserted a syringe into her neck. Within a few seconds her eyelids fluttered rapidly and cold eyes stared upwards at the ceiling. The liquid in the bracelet cylinder then began to bubble gently as she awakened. The straps on her wrists and chest were removed and she sat up slowly, glancing around curiously. The discs at her temples were pulled off by one of the workers and the machine beeped loudly in protest.
"Turn her to me." Commanded Graham softly, his arms folding as he leant on the work surface, studying her with a curious eye, "Let's see if my invention is working.."
Obeying, two of the workers swivelled the chair to him.. the woman barely reacted to the movement.
"Who are you?" He snarled softly, glaring.
"Roxanne Bevelle." She replied gently, eyes slowly turning to him. Still the liquid bubbled slowly.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Wolverine."
"And what is your purpose?"
"To kill him." She replied sternly, face unflinching to her chilling words.
"And?"
"And the X-Men."
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