July 15, 2009

The dim, sterile glow of overhead lights illuminated the sprawling expanse of Mister Sinister's private laboratory. Gleaming machinery hummed with an unsettling rhythm, their pulsing lights casting eerie shadows across the walls. In the center of the room stood four large, cylindrical chambers filled with bubbling green fluid. Inside each chamber floated a figure, their forms suspended in unnatural stillness.

Sinister stood before them, his white lab coat pristine, his red diamond insignia catching the cold light. His crimson eyes glowed faintly as he keyed a sequence into the console before him. The chambers hissed and groaned, the liquid draining from them in synchronized cascades. The glass walls of the chambers slid open, releasing a wave of mist as the figures stepped out, one by one.

Arclight, her powerful frame glistening, clenched her fists and tested her strength, her violet hair falling over her shoulder. Blockbuster, a towering mass of muscle, flexed his enormous arms, his sheer size making the room feel smaller. Vertigo, her lithe form moving with an unnatural grace, blinked her piercing green eyes as she adjusted to the bright light. Finally, Sabretooth stepped forward, his feral grin revealing razor-sharp fangs. His golden eyes locked onto Sinister with predatory intensity.

Mister Sinister spread his arms wide, a smile curling on his lips. "My Marauders. Welcome to the new world I've prepared for you."

Sabretooth cracked his neck, his claws flexing instinctively. "About time you woke me up, Sinister. I've got unfinished business with someone."

"Ah, yes. Wolverine," Sinister said, his tone smooth and calculated. "I thought that might catch your attention. He'll be in Latveria soon, meddling where he doesn't belong. And you, my dear Victor, will have the chance to finish what you started all those years ago."

Sabretooth's grin widened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You better not get in my way, Sinister. When I find him, he's mine."

Sinister chuckled, unperturbed by the menace in Sabretooth's voice. "Patience, my friend. You'll have your chance soon enough."

Arclight stepped forward, her voice commanding. "What's the plan? You didn't bring us back just to sit around."

"Indeed, I did not," Sinister replied, his voice taking on a theatrical edge. "Latveria is a powder keg, and I intend to strike the match. Prime Minister Lucia von Bardas is our target. Her disappearance will send shockwaves through the region, destabilizing Latveria and forcing them to act. Their response? An all-out assault on France."

Vertigo tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. "And what's in France that's so important?"

Sinister's smile grew wider. "The X-Men. They're already there, sniffing around for clues, trying to make sense of the chaos. But they won't be prepared for you." He turned to Blockbuster, his tone shifting to one of approval. "And you, my towering friend, will make an excellent first impression."

Blockbuster let out a low, rumbling laugh, his massive hands curling into fists. "Sounds like a good time."

Sinister stepped back, his eyes sweeping over the four mutants. "You are not just soldiers. You are my Marauders, the instruments of my vision. Together, we will reshape this world, starting with Latveria and France. And the X-Men? They'll be too busy scrambling to stop the chaos to see the real masterpiece I'm creating."

He extended a hand toward Sabretooth. "You, Victor, will be my vanguard. Your rage, your vendetta, will pave the way for the others. Do what you do best."

Sabretooth sneered, but he accepted the gesture with a nod. "Don't worry. I'll make sure Wolverine remembers my name."

Sinister turned to the rest of the group. "Prepare yourselves. The time for subtlety is over. Tonight, we move, and the world will tremble before the Marauders."

As the four mutants prepared for their mission, Sinister stood back, his smile never faltering. His mind raced with the possibilities, the chaos, the inevitable destruction. His plans were in motion, and nothing, not even the X-Men, could stop him now.

The grand, ornate office of Prime Minister Lucia von Bardas stood as a testament to Latveria's resilience and pride. The intricate carvings on the walls depicted Latveria's long history of triumphs and tragedies. Yet outside the fortified walls of Castle Doom, chaos brewed. News of violent skirmishes along Latveria's borders with France filled the airwaves, with rumors swirling about the involvement of heavily armed mutants and strange, untraceable operatives.

Von Bardas stood at the center of her office, her posture rigid, her steely gaze locked on the large holographic display before her. Maps of the region flickered, highlighting the rising tension. The border had become a flashpoint, with reports of attacks on Latverian outposts, supposedly carried out by French special forces. Simultaneously, French officials accused Latverian agents of launching covert strikes against their installations.

A ministerial aide rushed into the room, his face pale and panicked. "Prime Minister! Reports are coming in of another attack near the Veyron Pass. Two Latverian soldiers are dead, and the French government has mobilized additional troops to the border!"

Von Bardas raised a gloved hand, silencing him with a calm, calculated gesture. "And our intelligence?"

The aide hesitated. "No evidence directly links the French government, but the aggressors are using advanced technology—similar to Latverian designs. If we respond aggressively—"

"We do not respond aggressively," von Bardas interrupted, her voice cold and commanding. "We respond with precision and clarity. Whoever is behind these attacks wants us to lose control, to escalate this into a war. I will not allow Latveria to be manipulated into nuclear recklessness."

Her tone brooked no argument, and the aide bowed his head before retreating from the room.

Mister Sinister's Marauders moved like shadows through the snow-laden forests of the Latverian-French border. Arclight and Blockbuster led the assault on a Latverian outpost, their overwhelming power leaving destruction in their wake. The heavily armored soldiers stationed there stood no chance against Blockbuster's brute strength, while Arclight's seismic waves shattered their defenses and left the outpost in ruins.

Vertigo remained on the outskirts, her powers causing disarray and confusion among the remaining soldiers. Their senses distorted, they turned on one another in the chaos. Sabretooth, meanwhile, reveled in the carnage, his claws ripping through anyone who dared to stand in his way.

Sinister observed from a distance, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Perfect," he murmured. "Each strike brings us closer to the brink. France and Latveria will tear each other apart, and in the chaos, my true work will flourish."

A small drone hovered nearby, broadcasting the attack to both French and Latverian intelligence networks. The footage, carefully edited to implicate French forces, was already spreading like wildfire.

Lucia von Bardas leaned back in her chair, her sharp mind racing as she reviewed the latest reports. The evidence suggested that French forces had directly attacked Latverian soil, but something didn't add up. The operatives were too strong, too precise—more like engineered weapons than soldiers.

Her communicator buzzed, and she tapped the device on her desk. "Speak."

"Prime Minister," a general's voice came through. "Our forces are requesting permission to mobilize fully. We cannot ignore these provocations any longer. If we wait, France may strike first."

Von Bardas stood, her presence commanding. "General, our enemies thrive on impulsive action. I will not authorize a full mobilization without irrefutable evidence that the French government is responsible. Maintain defensive positions and ensure our borders are secure. If France truly wishes to test Latveria's strength, they will find us more than ready—but we will not be the ones to start this war."

As the communication ended, von Bardas turned toward the towering windows of her office. Outside, Latveria's capital city bustled with life, oblivious to the precarious situation unfolding beyond the horizon.

She clenched her fists. "Whoever is behind this, they think I can be goaded into a conflict that would reduce Latveria to ashes. They underestimate me."

Sinister watched the Marauders regroup after their latest attack, their mission completed with precision. Yet his lips curled into a smile of cold amusement as he monitored von Bardas's refusal to retaliate.

"Impressive," he muttered to himself. "Lucia von Bardas. A woman of steel will. But even steel can bend under the right pressure."

He turned to Sabretooth. "Victor, it seems von Bardas is proving more resistant than expected. She requires… a more personal touch."

Sabretooth snarled, his fangs glinting. "Just point me in her direction."

Sinister shook his head, the red glow of his eyes intensifying. "Not yet. First, we stoke the flames higher. When she breaks—and she will break—it will be glorious."

The Marauders prepared for their next move, unaware that both the X-Men and Spider-Man were closing in on their trail. Sinister's machinations were far from over, and the fragile peace between France and Latveria hung by a thread.

The inner workings of Mister Sinister's hidden lair hummed with ominous energy. In the center of the cavernous chamber stood Sinister himself, his dark cape billowing slightly as he observed a holographic display projecting images from France and Latveria.

The footage revealed the arrival of the X-Men in both nations. In Latveria, Cyclops, Jean Grey, and Psylocke were shown navigating the tense streets of Doomstadt, carefully avoiding drawing too much attention. Meanwhile, Spider-Man, Wolverine, X-23, and Nightcrawler had been spotted in Paris, working to uncover the source of the escalating chaos.

Sinister's lips curled into a malevolent smile as he took in the information. "Ah, the X-Men—ever the righteous meddlers. How predictable that they would involve themselves in this delicate dance of diplomacy and destruction. But where they see an opportunity to save the day, I see a chance to sculpt the perfect chaos."

He turned to a nearby console, where a series of genetic readouts flickered across the screen. Latverian officials, French operatives, and now the X-Men—all pieces on his elaborate chessboard. His fingers danced across the controls, recalibrating his plans.

"Their presence in both nations will only serve to accelerate the collapse. A war between France and Latveria is inevitable, and with it, the rise of my new order. But to truly cement this conflict, I will need a spectacle—something to inspire fear and distrust on both sides."

Sinister's gaze shifted to the shadows, where his Marauders—Arclight, Blockbuster, Vertigo, and Sabretooth—stood waiting. Each of them exuded raw power, their bodies enhanced to perfection by Sinister's genetic engineering.

He stepped forward, addressing them with a commanding tone. "The X-Men's arrival in Paris is an opportunity we cannot ignore. Your mission is simple: create chaos in the heart of France's capital. Make it clear that Latveria is behind the attack. Leave no room for doubt."

Arclight smirked, cracking her knuckles. "Paris, huh? I've always wanted to leave my mark on the City of Light."

Blockbuster grunted, his massive frame looming over the others. "And if the X-Men get in the way?"

Sinister's grin widened. "Then you remind them why they should fear the Marauders. But do not kill them—not yet. Their survival serves a greater purpose."

Vertigo tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. "And what about Sabretooth? You know he's not exactly one for holding back."

Sinister's gaze turned to Sabretooth, who stood silently, his sharp claws glinting under the dim light. "Victor understands the importance of restraint. Don't you, my dear Marauder?"

Sabretooth growled low in his throat but nodded. "Fine. But if Wolverine's there, all bets are off."

Sinister chuckled darkly. "I would expect nothing less."

He turned back to the holographic display, this time focusing on Latveria. His smile faded, replaced by a look of cold calculation. "While you fulfill your mission in Paris, I will ensure that Latveria remains on edge. Prime Minister von Bardas is proving more resistant than anticipated, but she will fall. All it takes is the right push—and I know exactly how to deliver it."

With a wave of his hand, Sinister dismissed the Marauders. They left the chamber, their footsteps echoing ominously as they prepared for their assault on Paris.

Sinister remained behind, his eyes glowing crimson as he gazed at the images of his enemies. "The X-Men think they've come to stop a war. How quaint. They'll soon realize they've walked into the crucible of my grand design. By the time this is over, both France and Latveria will kneel before me, and the age of Sinister will begin."

The chamber dimmed as Sinister's laughter echoed through the lair, a chilling promise of the chaos yet to come.

The Eiffel Tower shimmered faintly in the distance, its usual glow dimmed by the tension hanging in the air. Spider-Man and X-23 weaved through the cobblestone streets of Paris, sticking to the shadows to avoid drawing attention. The pair had been tasked with scoping out signs of insurgent activity, now confirmed to be orchestrated by Mister Sinister.

Peter's mask turned toward Laura, his voice light but with a hint of tension. "You know, I've always wanted to visit Paris. I just didn't think I'd be sightseeing while chasing down a genetically-obsessed supervillain."

Laura gave him a sharp glance, her tone curt. "Focus, Spider-Man. We're not here for sightseeing. Sinister isn't someone you underestimate."

Peter raised his hands defensively. "Hey, no underestimation here. I've faced my fair share of maniacs with delusions of grandeur. But point taken—this isn't a vacation."

As they continued down the narrow streets, Laura's sharp senses kept her on high alert. Her claws were retracted, but her body remained tense, ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble.

"Any sign of Logan or Nightcrawler?" Peter asked, glancing at his communicator.

"Not yet," Laura replied. "They're covering the southern district. We'll rendezvous later, but until then, it's just us."

Peter nodded, his eyes scanning the rooftops and alleys. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the occasional sound of distant traffic.

Then, the peace was shattered.

A deafening explosion rocked the city, its force echoing through the streets. A column of smoke rose into the air, and the faint screams of panicked civilians reached their ears. The ground trembled beneath their feet as another smaller explosion followed, sending a shockwave rippling through the area.

Peter's heart raced as he turned to Laura. "That's not exactly the kind of strange activity we were hoping for."

Laura's claws extended with a metallic snikt as her face hardened. "Let's move."

The two raced toward the source of the explosion, Peter swinging overhead while Laura sprinted through the streets with inhuman agility. They passed terrified civilians fleeing in the opposite direction, their faces pale with fear.

As they neared the site of the bombing, the air grew thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning debris. The once-picturesque plaza they arrived at was now a scene of devastation. Shattered glass littered the ground, and the remnants of a café smoldered nearby.

Peter landed beside Laura, his lenses narrowing as he surveyed the destruction. "This doesn't look random. Whoever did this wanted to make a statement."

Laura crouched low, sniffing the air. Her nose wrinkled as she caught a familiar scent. "Something's wrong. I smell... mutants."

Peter tilted his head. "Mutants? You mean Sinister's creations?"

Before Laura could respond, a figure emerged from the smoke—a hulking man with pale skin and glowing red eyes. He was flanked by two others, one carrying a weaponized gauntlet that crackled with energy, the other radiating an eerie, disorienting aura.

Peter's spider-sense flared as the lead figure snarled, his voice guttural. "Sinister sends his regards. You shouldn't have come here."

Laura growled, her claws fully extended. "Big mistake showing your face."

Peter stepped forward, his web-shooters primed. "Okay, buddy, let's skip the formalities. Who sent you, and why are you blowing up cafés? Not exactly a good way to make friends."

The man responded by charging forward, swinging a massive fist at Laura, who dodged with ease. Peter leaped into the fray, firing webs to immobilize the attacker's legs.

"Laura," Peter called out, "these guys don't seem big on diplomacy. What's Plan B?"

She smirked, slashing at another attacker's weapon, sending sparks flying. "Plan B? Take them down before they cause more damage."

The fight escalated quickly, with Peter and Laura working in tandem to subdue the attackers. Despite their efforts, the strange, disorienting aura from one of the enemies made it difficult to focus.

Peter staggered briefly, his vision blurring. "What... what is that? Feels like I'm trying to think through a fog."

Laura gritted her teeth, fighting through the haze. "It's their power. Focus, Spider-Man."

With a burst of adrenaline, Peter managed to web the source of the aura, slamming him into a nearby wall. The effect subsided, and Laura swiftly incapacitated the remaining attackers.

As the last of their enemies fell, dissolving into a strange, viscous goo, Peter looked at Laura, his voice grave. "These guys... they weren't normal mutants. Sinister's definitely involved."

Laura nodded, retracting her claws. "This is just the beginning. We need to regroup with Logan and Nightcrawler. If Sinister's using these creations to stir up chaos, we're running out of time."

Peter glanced at the destruction around them, his fists clenching. "Then let's make sure we stop him before he does any more damage."

Together, they disappeared into the night, ready to face whatever Sinister had planned next.

The air was still thick with smoke as Spider-Man and X-23 continued their search near the site of the earlier bombing. Civilians were gone now, evacuated by local authorities, leaving the shattered remnants of the plaza eerily quiet. The distant hum of sirens filled the air, but the silence in their immediate surroundings was oppressive.

Peter crouched on a crumbled piece of concrete, his lenses narrowing as he scanned the area. "This doesn't feel right. Bomb goes off, and then nothing? I mean, no reinforcements? No ominous laughter? Not even a single henchman left to monologue?"

Laura ignored his rambling, her sharp senses on high alert. She sniffed the air, her claws extending with a metallic snikt as her eyes narrowed. "We're not alone."

Peter straightened, his spider-sense tingling faintly. "Oh, great. Here comes the ominous laughter."

From the shadows, two figures stepped into the ruined plaza. The first was a towering brute of a man, his muscles bulging unnaturally, veins glowing faintly with an ominous red hue. He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the empty square.

"Blockbuster," Laura muttered under her breath, recognizing him instantly.

The second figure was a slender woman with an unsettling smirk. Her pale hair seemed to shimmer unnaturally under the dim light, and her piercing eyes locked onto them with a predatory gleam. She swayed as she walked, exuding an aura of confidence and malice.

"And that's Vertigo," Laura added, her voice steady but her claws twitching with anticipation.

Peter's lenses widened slightly. "Blockbuster and Vertigo? What is this, a reunion tour of villains I've never wanted to meet? Do they have a team name, or are they just freelancing for Sinister?"

Vertigo chuckled, her voice low and mocking. "You've got jokes, Spider-Man. Let's see how funny you are when you're on the ground, begging for mercy."

Peter tilted his head. "Oh, I don't beg. But I do have a great track record with one-liners. Laura, you want to take the big guy, or should I?"

Laura's only response was a growl as she lunged at Blockbuster, her claws flashing in the dim light. Blockbuster roared, swinging a massive fist at her, but Laura ducked and slashed at his arm, her movements precise and feral.

Peter, meanwhile, turned his attention to Vertigo. "So, Vertigo, what's your deal? Mind tricks? Illusions? Or are you just really good at making people dizzy?"

Vertigo smirked and raised her hands. A strange, disorienting wave of energy radiated from her, and Peter's spider-sense screamed in alarm. The world around him seemed to twist and warp, the ground tilting beneath his feet.

"Okay, dizzy it is," Peter muttered, stumbling backward as he fired a web to steady himself.

Vertigo advanced, her aura intensifying. "Let's see you swing your way out of this, little spider."

Peter shook his head, trying to focus. He fired a web at her feet, but the shot went wide, his aim thrown off by the nausea-inducing energy. "You know, this is really rude! Do you have any idea how hard it is to fight while motion sick?"

Nearby, Laura was locked in a brutal battle with Blockbuster. The hulking mutant's strength was overwhelming, but Laura's agility kept her just out of reach. She darted around him, slashing at his legs and arms, her movements a blur.

Blockbuster growled in frustration, swiping at her with a massive hand. "Stay still, you little—"

Laura leapt onto his back, driving her claws into his shoulder. "Not a chance."

As Blockbuster roared in pain, Peter managed to focus just enough to fire another web, this time hitting Vertigo's wrist. He yanked hard, pulling her off balance and disrupting her concentration. The nauseating effect faded, and Peter leapt forward, webbing her hands together in one fluid motion.

"Looks like I'm not the only one getting dizzy now," Peter quipped, flipping over her and landing in a crouch.

Vertigo snarled, struggling against the webs. "You're going to regret that, Spider-Man!"

Before she could do anything else, Laura landed beside Peter, blood staining her claws. "Blockbuster's down. He won't be getting up anytime soon."

Peter glanced at the unconscious form of Blockbuster, who was lying face-first in the rubble. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

Laura gave him a look. "Stay out of my way, and you won't have to."

Peter turned back to Vertigo, who was still struggling against her bindings. "Okay, Vertigo, spill. What's Sinister's plan? Why the random bombings? What's he trying to achieve here?"

Vertigo sneered at him, her eyes filled with defiance. "You think I'm just going to tell you? Sinister's plans are bigger than you, bigger than all of this. You can't stop what's coming."

Laura stepped forward, her claws glinting. "Maybe you need some encouragement."

Peter held up a hand. "Easy, Laura. Let's not go full interrogation mode just yet."

Before they could press further, Vertigo's body began to dissolve, much like the creations they had encountered earlier.

"Not again," Peter groaned, stepping back as the goo-like substance pooled on the ground.

Laura scowled. "She was a clone. Sinister's covering his tracks."

Peter sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, this just got a whole lot messier. If Sinister's using clones of mutants like Blockbuster and Vertigo, who knows what else he's got up his sleeve?"

Laura retracted her claws, her expression grim. "Then we need to stop him before he does any more damage. Let's regroup with Logan and Nightcrawler. This isn't over."

Peter nodded, his usual humor replaced by determination. "Yeah. Let's end this before things get even worse."

The plaza had returned to a tense calm after the earlier fight, the crumbled remains of Blockbuster lying motionless amid the rubble. Peter and Laura stood over the scene, scanning for any other signs of danger.

"Well," Peter began, dusting off his gloves, "that wasn't so bad. Big guy's down, Vertigo's gone—kind of. We might actually get a breather."

Laura's claws slowly retracted, but her sharp eyes never left Blockbuster's body. "Don't assume it's over."

Peter chuckled nervously, holding up his hands. "Okay, sure. But come on, he's out cold. No way someone like him just—"

A sudden, sharp beep came from the collar around Blockbuster's neck, and Peter's spider-sense flared like a siren.

"Oh, come on!" Peter shouted as Blockbuster's eyes snapped open, glowing faintly red.

With a feral roar, Blockbuster surged to his feet, his massive frame towering over them as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. The injuries from Laura's claws were still visible but were no longer slowing him down.

Laura leapt back, claws snapping out again. "I told you."

Peter sighed, webbing up his wrists. "You did. And now I feel dumb. Let's just call that my warm-up round."

Blockbuster didn't wait. He charged forward with surprising speed, his massive fist slamming down toward Laura. She darted out of the way, the ground cracking beneath his strike.

"You hit harder than you think," Laura growled, slashing at his side with her claws.

Peter vaulted over a piece of debris, firing webs at Blockbuster's face. "Hey, big guy! How about you stop playing demolition crew and take a nap?"

The webbing covered Blockbuster's face, temporarily blinding him, but the hulking brute tore it off with a single swipe, his glowing eyes narrowing on Peter. "You're next, bug-boy."

Before Peter could retort, a familiar, nauseating wave of energy swept over the area. His spider-sense screamed, and the world twisted around him.

"Not this again," Peter groaned, stumbling as a second Vertigo clone stepped out of the shadows, her smirk identical to the first.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" she teased, raising her hands to intensify the disorienting effect.

Peter fired a web to steady himself, his footing precarious. "Oh, great, you again. What are you, Sinister's B-team?"

Meanwhile, Laura was locked in a fierce struggle with Blockbuster. He swung at her relentlessly, forcing her to rely on every ounce of her speed and skill to avoid his crushing blows. Her claws slashed across his arms and legs, drawing blood, but he seemed fueled by sheer willpower, powering through every injury.

"You don't stay down, do you?" Laura growled, ducking under another swing.

Blockbuster smirked, blood dripping from a gash on his shoulder. "I'm not like the others, little girl. Sinister made sure of that."

Laura darted forward, slashing across his chest with a powerful strike. Blockbuster roared in pain but retaliated with a brutal backhand that sent her skidding across the ground.

Peter, still struggling against the Vertigo clone's disorienting powers, glanced toward Laura. "Hey, claws! Little help here?"

Laura wiped blood from her lip, her eyes blazing with determination. "Handle her yourself. I've got this."

Blockbuster lunged at her again, but this time Laura was ready. She sidestepped his charge and leapt onto his back, driving her claws deep into his spine. The brute howled in agony, trying to shake her off, but she held on, delivering another devastating blow to his shoulder.

"Not so tough now, are you?" she hissed, jumping off as he stumbled forward, clutching his wounds.

Peter, meanwhile, managed to web Vertigo's hands together, disrupting her concentration and causing the nauseating effect to fade. "You know," he quipped, flipping over her and landing behind her, "for someone named Vertigo, you're really bad at keeping me off balance."

He fired a web at her feet, yanking her off the ground and slamming her into a nearby wall. She collapsed in a heap, struggling weakly against the webbing.

Peter turned just in time to see Laura deliver a final, vicious strike to Blockbuster's leg, forcing the massive mutant to fall to one knee. Breathing heavily, Blockbuster glared at her, his voice filled with frustration. "This isn't over."

With a growl, he activated the collar around his neck, and a bright flash of light engulfed him. When the light faded, he was gone, leaving behind only scorch marks on the ground.

Laura stood over the spot where he had vanished, her claws retracting slowly.

Peter jogged over, shaking off the lingering effects of Vertigo's power. "So, uh, you good?"

Laura nodded, though her breathing was still heavy. "I'm fine. Blockbuster ran, but he'll be back."

Peter glanced at the unconscious Vertigo clone, then back at Laura. "Yeah, and so will she. Sinister's got a whole factory of these guys, doesn't he?"

Laura's expression hardened. "Doesn't matter. We'll take them all down."

Peter gave her a thumbs-up. "That's the spirit. Now, let's find Logan and Nightcrawler before Sinister sends the rest of his playbook at us."

Together, they disappeared into the shadows, ready for whatever came next.

Author's Note: Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed that fight scene and more of what mister Sinister's plan had in store for us. Von Bardas is going to hold her own for as long as she can and the other mutants are going to be the obstacle that will continue to test the heroes. Rest assured all of this is going to escalate further and I hope to see you all for it and look forward to hearing more from you.