Chapter 23: Trask
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George Dobson's fingers hit the top of the glass table one by one and he stared at Peter Hackman, his head guard. Each time a finger hit the desk, Hackman flinched. He knew he messed up, but he still could not figure out exactly how the whole thing happened. The lab had blacked out around 11: 30, and when no one could get the electricity to come back on he, ran down to mutant # 509's cell, only to find the room empty. Hackman did not understand how the mutant could have possibly escaped. Before the blackout, he remembered personally locking all the doors and one needed the password to turn off the alarm system.
A heavy sigh hissed from between Dobson's lips. The desk chair whined as he eased back and put his thumb and pointer finger on his chin. Ever since Stryker's death problems popped up right and left. First, Yuriko died along with Stryker, then Ryan escaped, and then, they found most of their files in Canada missing. Dobson felt extremely jaded of it all. Maybe I need a new partner, he thought. That certainly would make life a bit less complicated.
But who could he find?
Many people hated mutants, but not as many believed as adamantly as he did that they needed to wipe them from the face of the earth. The decision needed careful thinking and careful choosing. The X-Men will pay for this, Dobson thought. No one crosses me. He rubbed his tight jaw. Who hated mutants as much as Stryker? Who wanted to go to all ends to destroy them? Whose imagination matched that of Stryker's?
A smile plumped Dobson's thinning cheeks and the chair moaned again as he sat up straight. Hackman shivered at the sudden change of mood he saw in his boss's face. When Dobson's mood changed rapidly, Hackman always felt a sense of foreboding. A plan now formed in that man's mind, one that predicted more loss, one that only dug the man deeper into his grave alongside Stryker.
"Hackman, hold the fort down while I'm gone," Dobson said. "I have to go visit Mr. Trask."