Magneto was sat at his metal desk, his face consorted with a stern glare at nothing in particular. Soft footsteps came towards him, and he didn't look up until Mystique stopped right in front of him. He met her eyes before he shook his head in a grieved sigh.
"We've got to do something," Mystique said quietly as she watched him.
"What exactly?" Magneto asked her with his head tilting. "We have no idea where this cure is being created, where do we find information like that?"
The past few weeks had brought bad news to Magneto's Brotherhood, his reversal of Cerebro had failed, the President had stepped down and rumours of a cure was sparking through mutants and humans alike, and the very idea had thrown Magneto into a surly disposition. Mystique leant down on the desk, her hands supporting her posture. "We begin in the obvious places, there has to be some knowledge of it in the Government. They keep records on things like this."
Magneto sighed quietly as he shook his head, "The FDA would be a good place to start."
"Well then," said Mystique simply, "I'll go and investigate."
"Find out who is making this cure and how."
A small smile flickered across Mystique's lips, "I'll see you later then."
"Hey, can I come?" Magneto and Mystique looked round to see Pyro stood in the circular entrance, flexing his fingers about the leather gauntlet which now held a much more powerful jet lighter.
Mystique released a disdainful sound through her nose as she glanced over at Magneto. Turning her head back to Pyro, she walked closer towards him. Her footsteps were slow and calculated, her hips swaying with each motion. She slipped by him with a murmured, "I don't think so," before she disappeared off down the corridor.
Pyro stared at her retreating form before he looked round at Magneto, "Why can't I get some action?" he asked in an irritated tone.
"It won't be long Pyro," Magneto assured as he stood to his feet. "Your time will come."
A cool breeze rustled through the branches quietly as Mystique stood in the shadows of a tree on the forecourt of the Food and Drug Administration headquarters. Her eyes watched a short black man exit the double glass doors, swinging his briefcase as he strode along. He moved on towards the car park and quickly left Mystique's sight. Mystique stepped forth, her form shifting to imitate the worker who had just left. Straightening her tie, Mystique strode across the pathway towards the entrance. She moved in swift strides, absently neatening her shirt collar.
Reaching the double doors, she pushed the glass pane back as she entered, moving onward across the brightly lit entrance. The nearby security guard gave her a friendly wave which Mystique returned before she speeded up. Her eyes took a swift glance over a nearby wall plague, which indicated certain department levels. Noting that the Centre for Biologics Evaluation and Research was on the third floor, she hurried towards the corridor of lifts, quickly calling one by the push of a button. She glanced over her shoulder in check before she stepped into the lift, turning to watch the metallic doors rumble shut.
She exited on the third floor, quickly following signposts as she sought out the area, which would contain information on the genetic cure. She moved swiftly, not offering a second glance to the nearby cleaner who was polishing one of the glass partitions in an office. Mystique quickly moved towards a door in her designated area, her eyes noticing the fingerprint identification panel besides the doorframe. Holding back a smile she pressed her forefinger against the pad, hearing the beep of confirmation, as the door was unlocked. She swiftly pushed herself inside, flicking on the light before closing the door. She dropped the briefcase down on a chair, hurrying over to desk where she saw a few folders left scattered. She quickly flipped through them, none of the contents suitable. She threw them down angrily, turning towards a nearby shelving unit of folders of which were alphabetised.
Her eyes scanned the titles, quickly stopping as she came upon 'M' and a file titled: "Mutant Cure – Worthington Labs.' She swiftly pulled the folder out, flipping it open to see documents of a mutant child, complete with a picture. She frowned as she scanned the papers, which revealed all the information the Brotherhood needed. It appeared the cure was coming from a child called Leech who could nullify mutations if the mutant got close enough to him. He was currently being held at Worthington Laboratories in San Francisco as his genes were experimented upon.
The door behind her opened, and Mystique quickly looked round to see the security guard stood there, with his gun raised. "Put the folder down!" he snapped.
Mystique stared at him before she placed the file on the table behind her. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, keeping composed for she was still imitating the black man.
"Put your hands in the air!"
"What are you on about? Look, I've got ID if you want proof.." her eyes trailed over the man's shoulder to see the man she was imitating stood watching the scene uncertainly. "What the hell's happening here?" she asked, quickly continuing.
"I've scanned Mr. Trask's ID, I'm under the impression you're the impostor and not him." A small snarl came upon Mystique's lips as she glared at the security guard. "Now put your hands up in the air and face the wall."
"No," said Mystique coolly as she placed her hands on her hips. Outside she heard sirens wail as they reached the building. Her eyes narrowed as she breathed out steadily through her nose.
The security guard shifted uncomfortably, "Look. Do as I say and you won't get hurt."
"Police!" came the sudden shout, and armoured police came into the doorway, backing up the security guard with their own weapons.
"We'll take care of this," she heard one mutter to the security guard who backed out of the room with his weapon still raised. Mystique stared as the police advanced towards her. "Get down on the ground now!"
Her eyes flickered between them before she gave a sudden yell and lunged forward. Her suited form disappeared into that of her normal blue skinned state. This transformation had momentarily surprised them, and she was able to deliver a series of swift kicks and punches to a few of the policemen and send them hurtling out of her way
"Knock her out!" one shouted.
Mystique span round to see a man step forth with his gun, shooting it at her. She gasped as she felt a soft needle hit her in the arm; darkness began clouding her vision as she staggered, her body plummeting to the floor. Her lidded eyes saw several feet passing her blurring vision, voices distorted and becoming quieter.
With one last breath, everything went black.
Reuploaded after being reminded that it was said she imitated Bolivar Trask - something I completely forgot by not having X3 on hand to watch. :( Thanks, and it's now all correct! Please review!