"Suspicious? THAT'S all you can sum this up as? Okay old man. Here's what we know, and where you can come in on the explanations." Chris marches right up to him, drawing herself up, having become aware of her hunched state.
"You've got the x-gene, tailored and active, practically ready to start doling out over the counter, and you've got the 'cure' for the same, ready to roll out as well. PEOPLE. WERE. CONCERNED."
This whole mission has been an internal nightmare for her, and she just found an outlet.
Well, that and the fat chick she'd turned into an anti-extremist missile.
"You can round up your little scientists and mix of mutant and human well-wishers and build yourself your own damn country and sing kumbayah around a particle accelerator for all we care, but you practically gift-wrapped the fuse to kick off genetic world war! Didn't it ever occur to you,-- YOU! The guy from THE FUTURE. --that JUST MAYBE you should have gone over this with Reed Richards or Hank Pym or Henry McCoy or ANYBODY more entrenched in however many years of superhuman security?
You should be snapping in half at your metal waist with how fast you should be bending over to kiss our collective asses for stopping the others!"
She feels a muscle tense, and realizes she's sporting fangs, even while otherwise human. She huffs sharply and snaps her mouth shut.
Okay... not good. Something is waaaay off.
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