Re: On Location
Hayes had just about to finish keying in the pass-code for the emergency exit when the X-Men came in. He muttered in annoyance before turning to face them, his patchwork features on display.
"X-Men, defenders of the so-called mutant race." He says the following like its the most ludicrous concept he's ever heard. "I suppose you want your compatriot? He's over there," Hayes says, pointing to a shaded area where part of an operating table can be seen. "Take him and get out."
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