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Marvel Evolution : 1
Jessie Duncans sat on the Examination table, wearing a paper
robe that left his back and ass exposed, feeling like a complete jackass.
Finally the door opened and the Doctor returned, carrying a
large pile of folders in his arms.
"So sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Durnick," the Doctor
said,"This flu epidemic has us short-staffed and overbooked, I'm afraid,
haha."
"Duncans," said Jessie.
"Hmmm?" hmmmed The Doctor, placing the folders messily onto a
desk at the side of the office.
"Duncans, my name is Duncans, Jessie Duncans."
The Doctor arched an eyebrow slightly, thinking about this for
a moment.
"No, no that doesn't sound right to me."
"Yeah, whatever," muttered Jessie,"But my name is Duncans."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" snapped Jessie angrily,"Now can I get
my fucking results so I can get back to work!?!"
Jessie was a factory worker who at twenty three had already
accomplished everything in life that his father had. That being he was
in a low paying job, married to a girl he'd knocked up in High School,
a regular adulterer and drinker with some mild bigotry that really didn't
stand up in the more tolerant society that had come up in the past year
or so.
"Ah yes, let me see," said The Doctor,"I had your file all ready
to read, but you went and changed your name so...."
Jessie rolled his eyes, wondering if his ass looked good. The
Doc had a rather good looking nurse who'd been in here earlier and he
was pretty sure she'd been checking out his ass. He'd played some ball
in school, he'd always been very popular with the ladies and never seen
any real need to stop being popular with them after he'd gotten married.
"Ah... ah yes, Mr. Duncans," said The Doctor, his voice suddenly
changing, becoming unsure, hesitant.
"Well what is it?" snapped Jessie,"Spit it out, Doc!"
"Mr. Duncans, the battery of tests we run nowadays is far more
advanced than it was last year, on your previous checkup. With the new
funding we've been given, we can now perform at no charge scans for
a multitude of different illnesses."
"Yeah, and?"
"Mr. Duncans, you've tested positive for both The Legacy and
Aids virus."
Jessie stared at him in shock, his eyes growing wide, unable
to grasp the sudden ramifications of what he'd just been told.
Finally, he nodded his head and gulped, then slammed a fist
ineffectually against the Examination Table.
"Shit! There goes my Overtime this weekend!"
Since Dr. Henry McCoy had shocked the Scientific Community by
curing The Legacy Virus after a multitude of distinguished Research Labs
had failed to even slow it's progress, Legacy Antidote had quickly been
made available. It was extremely cheap to make, the base materials just
never having been put together quite the way McCoy had used them before,
and soon a once fatal disease had become almost an inconvenience to be dealt
with by heading down to the local Pharmacist.
However, when dual viruses were detected, as they had in Jessie
Duncan's case, the victim had to go to a special facility to be monitored
by the staff as the Antidote worked it's way through his system.
And so Jesse had to book in, arrange time off from his hardass
boss, miss out on the Overtime he'd been hoping to get that weekend and
basically be stared at like a lab-rat till they gave him the all clear
to leave.
- Still, - thought Jessie, trying to be optimistic, - Maybe
they'll have some hottie nurses there I can score with. -
The big man, six foot five and over two hundred and seventy
five pounds, little of it fat, picked up his threadbare suitcases, kissed
his wife goodbye, not even bothering to hide his wince at the smell of
cigarette smoke coming from her mouth.
- Bitch should realize what that shit does to her breath, - he
thought as he sat in the car and lit up a cigarette, - Makes me feel
bad when people don't realize how sad they are. -
He didn't wave to her or the daughter - his wife couldn't even
have a kid right, he'd wanted a son - as he pulled out of the driveway
and turned left, too busy checking out the hot ass on the next door
neighbors daughter, who was heading up her driveway.
He headed down the street, and Jessie Duncans was never seen by
his wife or daughter again.
Six Months Later.
"Chuck, the tension in the air is palpable," gushed Cindy Mullins,
a huge grin plastered across her beautiful face,"People have been gathering
outside since last night, wanting to be the first to hear the
team announced, and as you can see," she motioned behind her at the
hundreds of gathered people cheering and waving at the cameras,"Everyone
is very excited."
The camera turned back to the good looking Anchorman, Chuck
Kipling, his every hair perfect, set in place painstakingly by
the hairdressers and makeup crew. He let a grin cross his face as his
deep voice proclaimed,"And thank you Cindy."
He turned about in his chair, facing his co-anchor, the equally
beautiful Gina Rosaline (changed from Rodriguez at the beckoning of
her agent).
"Well Gina, this is certainly exciting."
"It certainly is, Chuck" she responded through a smile,"Everybody
loves The Avengers and nobody can wait to find out who made the final
cut."
"That's right, Gina," said Chuck, smiling brilliantly.
Then he turned to front again and his face became deadly
serious.
"Of course, the reason for this new team being announced is due
to the tragic circumstances of The Elemental Wars, fought this last
winter here in the heart of New York City. Several Avengers lost their
lives to throw back The Elementals. The Black Night, Sersi, The
Swordsman and Moondragon, brave heroes who died so that we might live."
"Tragic, Chuck."
"A tragedy, Gina."
Then Chuck was smiling brilliantly again.
"And now, lets go back to Cindy Mullins at The Avengers
Mansion, Cindy?"
"And this is it, Chuck & Gina!" gushed Cindy excitedly,"Captain
America is here!"
Captain America stepped up onto the podium at the steps of The
Avengers Mansion, a serious look on his face.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I ask for a moment of silence in
remembrance of our fallen allies."
The crowd hushed.
"This is very poignant," said Cindy, her smile muted
only slightly,"It would be a mark of disrespect to speak now, and not
a single person is breaking the silence."
"Very poignant, Chuck."
"Poignant, Gina."
Captain America cleared his throat as a minute passed.
"Thank you."
He looked up, taking in the assembled throng, waiting expectantly
to hear who had made the cut.
"In recent times The Avengers had grown large, unstable, slightly
unwieldy. We've had troubles with The United Nations, The Government
and other superhero teams. Our response to this is a more streamlined
approach, we've cut down the team to a core seven members, with two
reserve members to be called in on emergency cases. We have cut our
ties with The Government and The United Nations, and are no longer under
their command, rather we will work with them through our Government
Liaison, Duane Freeman. I would like to stress that we are still
answerable to the Government, but are no longer to be treated like a
Department of The Government, we need a certain amount of autonomy in
order to do our jobs."
He turned around, motioning towards the doors of The Mansion,
which opened slightly.
"The team is as follows, Thor."
The God Of Thunder stepped from the doors and marched to stand
beside Captain America, towering over the Sentinel of Liberty, who was
a tall, powerfully built man himself. There were a number of
wolf-whistles and catcalls from the females of the crowd, who were clearly
very appreciative of The God Of Thunders appearance.
Thor waved to the crowd, smiling broadly, loving all the
attention given to him.
"Iron Man."
The Armored Avenger came out next, his body polished and shining
brightly, gold and red armor resplendent in the Spring Sun.
"The Scarlet Witch."
A roar from the crowd, and more cheers, whistles and catcalls,
this time from the males in the crowd as the beautiful redhead moved
up to join the others, blushing and smiling as she waved to the crowd.
"The Vision."
There was an appreciative murmur as the spectral form of The
Vision slid up through the stairs beneath Captain Americas feet and
took his place at The Scarlet Witch's side, solidifying to a physical
form. The Android's face was impassive, his eyes hidden in shadow as
he scanned the crowd for any potential threats The Mansion's scanners
might have missed.
"Warbird."
There was a confused rumbling from the crowd, who was Warbird?
Some new Avenger?
But the applause quickly gathered, and once more catcalls and
whistles issued from the males in the crowd as Carol Danvers stepped
through the door, dressed in her tight, black one piece, a red sash
around her waist, thigh high black boots and arm length black gloves,
a golden lightning bolt running down over her chest. Her golden
tresses ran down the side of her face, the black eye-mask on her face
just accentuating her beauty.
She stepped up beside Iron Man, then suddenly threw up an arm
and let out a heartfelt roar or happiness. The crowd responded in kind,
ecstatic at her obvious excitement to be back in the team.
"And the final member of the new Avengers, excluding myself
of course...." started Captain America.
"All right, Hawkeye!" roared an enthusiastic spectator, getting
cheers from the crowd.
Captain America allowed a small smile to cross his lips before
shaking his head.
"Dr. Henry McCoy."
There was a gasp of astonishment from the crowd, followed by
a scattering of applause which soon swelled and grew to cheers and hoots,
the crowd soon chanting Beast! Beast! Beast! Beast!
Dr. McCoy stepped through the doors of the Mansion wearing a
labcoat and glasses, looking very dignified. Then he allowed a grin
to cross his face and was suddenly bounding over to the assembled Avengers,
leaping up into Thor's startled arms and giving him a huge kiss on the
side of his face.
The crowd laughed and cheered as The Beast leaped down from
Thor and quickly hid behind Iron Man, peeking out from behind The Avengers
shoulder at The Thunder God.
As Captain America announced the two reserve members of the team,
Justice and Firestar, Duane Freeman slid through the door and
unobtrusively made his way to The Beast's side.
"Dr. McCoy," he whispered,"I'm really sorry to bother you, but
there are several men here to see you."
"There are a few hundred here to see us, Mr. Freeman," whispered
Hank with a grin.
"These men are from The Government," Duane replied furtively,
as if this was a crime,"And they have the leader of that X-Factor team
with them."
"Havok?"
"Yes, and they say it's VERY important."
The last few months had been interesting, to say the least,
for Alex Summers, aka Havok.
Since the early years of his childhood, Alex had lived under
the shadow of his older brother, Scott. Scott had always been a little
bit stronger, a little faster, a little more athletic than Alex, and
he'd also been really, really nice about it.
But all that was different now, Alex was out from under his
brother's shadow.
Professor Xavier was dead, his estate at Westchester given into
the hands of his brother - Cain Marko, The Juggernaut - who had instantly
sold it to help pay for medical treatments for his partner in crime,
Black Tom Cassidy.
With the Legacy Virus cured and the public humiliation of once
hopeful Presidential Candidate Graydon Creed (since torn apart by his
own father, Sabretooth, who had in turn been ripped apart by the
X-Man - Wolverine) human/mutant relations had become far more harmonious,
even the hate group Friends Of Humanity was having trouble
keeping membership figures up.
No real decision had been made at any point, but one by one
the X-Men had drifted off, with nowhere to return to and with their
mentor dead, the core of the team had disappeared. Scott and Jean had
stayed the longest, catching up with Alex, until it became clear that
their presence was becoming a burden.
X-Factor - The Government sanctioned Mutant group that Alex
led - had been steadily increasing in popularity, and that had peaked
when they had come to the aid of The Avengers during the penultimate
battle with The Elementals. Even their presence hadn't been enough
to tip the scales though, until a brand new team had made a stunning
debut, The Thunderbolts - led by Citizen V - had helped The Avengers
and X-Factor finally defeat The ELementals.
Alex was finally out of his brothers shadow, and now he found
the limelight was focused solely on him.
"I understand you came under attack yesterday?" Hank asked
with a grin, sitting beside him in the Lear Jet that was currently
flying them towards a secret Government installation.
"Hmmm?" asked Alex, not sure what The Beast was talking about.
"You were set upon, were you not, by a band of vicious
ne'er-do-wells?"
"Oh shit, you heard about that?" groaned Alex, burying his head
in his hands.
The Beast's toothy grin grew wider.
"How old were they?" he asked.
"14 at the most," muttered Alex, shaking his head,"They ripped
my shirt right off and nearly got my shorts... I can never go jogging
in Central Park again. When I told Lorna she didn't know whether to
be angry or bust a gut laughing."
"Attacked by 14 year old girls, eh?" mused The Beast,"I guess
you've made it."
"Dr. McCoy, Mr. Summers," spoke one of the Special Agents,"I'll
need you to sign these Confidentiality Forms, acknowledging that whatever
you see at Base 14 Alpha 7 will not be discussed with any unauthorized
individuals."
Hank exchanged a worried look with Alex.
"Just what is going on?" he asked,"I've gone along with you
so far, not asked any questions, even though you took me away from a
giant ego stroke at the Avengers Rally."
"That must remain Confidential until we arrive at Base 14 Alpha
7," replied The Agent.
"I don't know any more that you do, Hank," said Alex, taking
one of the forms,"But I know the Government, believe me, and we won't
get any more information until we sign these forms."
Reluctantly, the good Doctor took the form and began reading
it.
ThunderBase - Location Unknown.
-------------------------------
"ThunderBase? Who the hell named this place?" asked
Clint Barton - Hawkeye - as he stared around the huge corridors of the
Thunderbolts secret base.
"It was a nickname Atlas gave the place," replied Meteorite,
who was his tour-guide for the base,"Neither Citizen V nor I think it
is appropriate, but it stuck with the others."
Meteorite was a tall, extremely well put together female wearing
a golden/red metallic costume that clung to her form like a second skin,
and she knew where Hawkeye's eyes were at this very moment, and couldn't
help but allow a small smile to cross her lips. Despite the large eye-mask
she wore, her beauty was apparent to all who looked at her, and combined
with her incredible figure and long, flowing golden hair, she was more
than most men could resist.
She put a slight sway into her hips, knowing his eyes would be
crawling all over her ass, tearing away to stare at the base,
then inevitably returning to her ass.
Men were such chimps.
"And that's the grand tour," she said, turning around and smiling
as she saw his eyes lift up from her ass,"Can I get you anything else?"
"Uh no, um, you've got a pretty sweet operation here, how have
you kept it quiet?"
"We're all very good at keeping secrets," Meteorite said with
a smile, stepping closer to Hawkeye, allowing her own eyes to rove over
his muscular, athletic body. He might not have had any superpowers,
but he was still an incredible physical specimen, an Olympic
level athlete who had proved time and again his worth as an Avenger.
"Um, yeah," he said, uncomfortable with the way she was looking
at him, like he was a piece of meat,"So, where is Citizen V?"
"Overseeing a training exercise with the others," she
replied,"You and me are. all. alone."
"We are, huh?" he said, scratching the back of his head.
"Are you sure I can't get you anything?"
"How long has this place been up and running?"
"We have all kinds of foods available."
"How'd Citizen V get you all together?"
"Any kind of drink or refreshment you require."
"You're powers are impressive, how'd you get them?"
"Anything you want."
"Why do you answer all of my questions with another subject?"
"Food, drink, anything," she replied, getting even closer than
before.
"You're not going to sidetrack me," he chuckled, holding eye
contact with her.
"Food?"
"No."
"Drink?"
"No."
"Sex?"
"N... what?!?" he spluttered, realizing what she had just said.
She pulled right up against him, her large breasts squashing
against his chest. The metallic materiel of her costume might as well
have not been there, he could swear that she was naked despite what his
eyes showed him.
"I've always admired you, Hawkeye," she whispered, sliding her
hands up over his neck,"You're so strong, so fit and powerful for someone
without powers."
"Huh?"
"I know why Captain America chose you to be Avengers Liaison to
The Thunderbolts, I wonder if he would have picked you if he knew how
badly I wanted you."
"Wha?"
"You wanted to know about my powers," she whispered into his ear,
her face right against his,"They involve phasing."
Hawkeye's eyes were still locked with hers, but he heard the
sound of clothes hitting the ground and felt a very slight shift of
warmth against his body.
She was naked.
"This can't be happening," he whispered.
"Believe it, lover," Meteorite whispered, smiling with a confidence
that was almost arrogant as she kissed him lightly on the lips.
He raised a hand, wanting to participate in some way, and made
to remove her eye-mask.
A hand that was incredibly strong for it's gentle, supple look
stopped him instantly.
"No," she whispered,"We keep our masks."
The startled Avenger, who'd arrived this morning in their Craft
to set himself up as a liason between The Avengers and The Thunderbolts,
found himself being pushed against the wall by a naked Thunderbolt, an
incredibly sexy woman who seemed more than willing to have sex with him.
It seemed he could be sidetracked.
Before he knew it, Meteorite was sucking his prick like some kind
of beautiful, high-class whore.
With her powerful, deceptively slender arms, Meteorite had pressed
him against the smooth walls of the corridor they had ended up in and
instantly gotten his pants down over his thighs, finding the invisible
seam in his costume instantly.
She used every moment of skin on skin contact to increase his
pleasure. Her hands slid up and down the sides of his thighs, causing a
wonderful heat to build up in his thighs as she slid her mouth up and down
over Hawkeye's cock.
Clint threw his head back against wall, feeling the light thrum
of power running through the circuits beneath the cool, metallic surface.
He couldn't comprehend how this had come about, one minute he'd been angry
at Captain America for taking him off active duty and hooking him up as
a glorified nanny to some wet behind the ears Super-Team, then he'd been
secretly impressed as he'd been led by the beautiful blond through the
'Secret Base' and now here he was getting a blowjob from her, and her
body was even more incredible than it had looked under the skin tight
costume.
She had extremely large breasts, and they had a natural firmness
and pliancy usually found in woman almost a decade her junior. The firm,
erect nipples were pressing against his legs just above the knees and
if he looked down he could make out the curved globes of her magnificent
asscheeks.
He just wished he could see her face, he was sure she would be
even more beautiful than he imagined. The feel of her long, silky tresses
of blond hair against his lap and thighs was delicious, but it all paled in
comparison to the feel of her plump, ruby-red lips around his cockshaft.
The blond Thunderbolt gurgled with pleasure as her delicious,
sensual lips dragged up and down over Clint's cockshaft, plunging back
down to the base of his cock, then pulling back till just the head of his
cock remained inside of her mouth, before again swallowing his meat into
her beautiful mouth.
Clint panted heavily as he pressed his head back into the wall,
the soothing vibrations of power running through it somehow increased
his pleasure, made him feel more relaxed, more willing to just go with
it, and enjoy the blowjob he was getting from Meteorite.
"Immmm," growled The Thunderbolt happily from around Hawkeye's
cock. She pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside of her
mouth, then sucked firmly onto his cockhead, her cheeks hollowing out
as she pulled the saliva from his cocktip, making Hawkeye moan happily.
She lowered her mouth down over his cock again, taking all of
his long, hard cock easily into her oral orifice before pulling back and
sucking firmly on his cockhead again before slurping over his meat again,
pulling back and sucking hard, dropping back down to the base, pulling
back, sucking, dropping down, pulling back, again and again, driving The
Avenger crazy with desire.
She heard his groans and smiled around his cock, a smug,
arrogant smile as she bobbed up and down over the cock stuffed deep into
her mouth.
"I don't believe it!" he moaned,"You're sucking me, sucking me!"
Meteorite's reply was a low growling in her throat reminiscent
of a cat purring. She pulled away from Clint's cock, leaving the saliva
coated, glistening cockshaft exposed to the cool air. She slid her cheek
down the side of his cockshaft, making Clint moan all the louder before
she quickly lapped her tongue over his balls where she could reach them,
sending wild tingles and shivers of pleasure throughout his ballsack and
right up the length of his cock, which was cool on one side and warm
on the other, where Meteorite's cheek was firmly pressed against it.
She began to lick along the sides of Hawkeye's cockshaft, several
broad, thick strokes over the side of his cock, then ran the tip of her
tongue slowly, erotically along the underside of his cock, pressing firmly
against the big vein there. Reaching the end of his cockshaft, she
curled her tongue about his glans and then pressed the tip firmly against
his pisshole, making him shudder and cry out in sexual ecstasy.
""Give me your cum," she whispered fiercely,"I want it, NOW!"
She was almost ordering him, but he didn't care, at this point
he would do almost anything to feel her mouth around his cock again.
One of her hands, which looked smooth and soft despite her massive
strength. She gripped his cock firmly but not painfully, and began stroking
up and down the length of Hawkeye's penis. She took the head of his cock
into her mouth once again as she continued to jerk him off. Hawkeye
groaned and moaned happily, his body pressed back against the wall, the
thrumming vibrations running through it were running through his body now
too, and it also seemed to reverberate through his head, a persistent,
pleasant rhythm speaking to his subconscious.
Her fist was just touching her lips as her jacking hand became
faster and firmer, driving him towards the edge of orgasm.
Displaying the same unbelievable strength that had seen her tear
a Rock Elemental apart with her bare hands several weeks earlier, she
slammed the tip of her tongue firmly against the most sensitive point of
Hawkeye's cock. Her skin was flushed and covered in a light sheen of
sweat as she greedily sucked on his cockhead, her fist pounding up and
down his cockshaft faster and faster.
Hawkeye's body stretched out to it's fullest length, heels grinding
into the smooth metal of the floor, arms grabbing at the smooth metal
walls. Meteorite took several more inches of his cock into her mouth,
sucking eagerly at The Avenger's thrusting, fucking cock.
His entire body tensed up, the energy vibrations from the wall
intensifying almost in sympathy as he slammed his hips forward and buried
his cock inside of her mouth, shooting a hot load of cum inside of her
oral orifice, spraying the back of her throat with his sperm.
Meteorite eagerly swallowed it all down, drinking his cum happily,
feeling her own arousal growing, her pussy growing wetter. Tonight, if
Citizen V permitted, she would finish off this little encounter, if not,
well Techno always had some toys she could borrow.
Her hand had released his cock and she had his entire cockshaft
inside of her mouth again, sucking gently on his post-orgasmic cock,
milking the last, reluctant strands of cum from his cock.
His body had gone from hard and rigid to soft and elastic, his
body slumping against the wall, his eyes closing as the thrumming vibes
of the wall pumped into his head, mixing with the post orgasmic bliss.
Meteorite pulled her mouth from his cock and stood up, watching
with smug superiority as Hawkeye slumped to the floor, his eyes closing
as he drifted into unconsciousness.
A panel in the wall slid back, revealing a monitor currently
showing the face of a tanned, handsome man with a smug look that almost
mirrored Meteorites. His pencil thin mustache and goatee gave him a
dark, sinister look.
"Congratulations, Moonstone," he chuckled, not bothering to hide
his lust as he looked up and down her naked body.
She wasn't ashamed, and didn't bother to hide her nudity as she
wiped her mouth, making the man's eyes sparkle with lewd humor.
"Stick with the code-names Citizen V gave us, Techno," she replied
at last,"Call me Meteorite, not Moonstone."
"Can I call you tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow
suggestively.
"Enough of this prattling!" snapped a voice, and a man wearing a
purple cowl over his head appeared next to Techno,"Meteorite, get your
costume back on and bring The Avenger to the lab."
"Of course, Baron Zemo," Meteorite said with a chuckle, then turned
around and bent over to pick up her costume, deliberately presenting her
ass and pussy to Techno and Zemo. She paused and looked back over her
shoulder, delighting in the naked lust on Techno's face and the drawn,
defensive body language of Baron Zemo,"I apologize, I should have said
Citizen V."
For the Mastermind behind the scheme to disguise the
evil super-villain group - The Masters Of Evil - as idealistic heroes The
Thunderbolts, Zemo was extremely easy to get a rise out of, both mentally
and physically.
Phasing back into her costume, she easily lifted Hawkeye's body
over her shoulder and carried The Avenger - incapacitated by a mix of the
coded vibrations running through the wall, prepared by Techno, and her
own talents - towards The Lab.
Base 14 Alpha 7 - Location Unknown.
-----------------------------------
"Oh my Stars and Garter's, what happened here?" asked McCoy, his
eyes wide as he looked at the carnage presented to him.
"That's why we brought you in, Dr. McCoy," said Special Agent
Nance,"We're at a complete loss, and given you're work in this Facility,
we're hoping to get a closer perspective on things."
The Beast stood in at the head of a large, long corridor running
down to a faraway wall almost to far away to be seen. The corridor might
once have been clean and sterilized, but now it was messy, dusty, and
covered with debris. Deep scratch marks were ground into strong metal
walls, a water fountain had been torn from the wall and thrown far down
the corridor, and The Beast shuddered at the idea of what could have so
easily done such a thing. While he knew several beings capable of the
act, he could think of no reason why they would attack a Facility designed
to cure victims of The Legacy and Aids virus, as well as Cancer victims.
"This is incredible, who did this Hank?" asked Alex, stunned
at the almost palpable rage still lingering in the air.
"I do not know, Alex," replied The Beast, completely at a loss
for words for once in his life,"I have only been to this particular
Facility a small number of times."
He turned to Special Agent Nance,"What happened to the workers
who were here?" he asked,"The Doctors, Nurses and Scientists? What happened
to the patients?"
"We do not know, Dr. McCoy," replied Nance,"We received an urgent
Priority Coded One message from The Head Of Staff a week ago, it was badly
scrambled and almost illegible, we cleared up one image of Dr. Hildebrandt
locked away somewhere cramped, desperately trying to get the message
through before it was lost completely. His only words were a call for
help, and a warning of a security breach."
"A week ago?"
"Yes, we sent in a S.H.I.E.L.D (*) team the next day, the moment
they entered The Facility's lower level's we lost contact and haven't
heard back from them."
"Surely Section Alpha has not been compromised?" asked The Beast,
obviously hoping he would hear confirmation from Nance.
"We don't have that information," replied Nance,"None of The
Security Alarms have registered, but we fear they may have been bypassed."
"What's in Section Alpha?" asked Alex.
"That's classified information," replied Nance immediately, like it
was instinct.
"Nonsense," replied The Beast,"We both signed the confidentiality
agreements, we can tell him anything."
"Dr. McCoy, I would not...."
"Section Alpha," replied The Beast, ignoring Nance and his still
unnamed partner,"Is where we keep mutated strains of Legacy, developed
accidentally whilst Research Labs were still trying to cure it. These
are the most dangerous forms of The Virus, and have proven more resistant
to Legacy Antidote."
"Incurable?"
"Oh no, Legacy Antidote gets them all eventually, but Research is
going on to find out how it manages to resist for longer. It's important
we know everything we can about Legacy and other Viruses, so that we can
be ready for the next epidemic, should one occur."
"If it's curable, why are you worried about people getting into
Section Alpha?" asked Alex.
"Because of the information contained in Section Alpha, which
if used for sinister purposes, could be used to create a Supervirus
capable of resisting Legacy Antidote. Remember that we hold detailed
analysis and comprehensive data on not just The Legacy Virus, but HIV,
Cancer and Legacy Antidote itself."
"And in the wrong hands...."
"Potentially fatal on a global level," nodded Hank,"Which is why
we need to make sure Section Alpha is secure."
"And if not," added Nance,"We must instigate the final measure,
and destroy Section Alpha."
Alex looked down the corridor.
"Perhaps we could use the rest of X-Factor on this one," he
murmured,"Myself and Henry here can't do it all ourselves."
"This is a reconnaissance, Mr. Summers," said Nance's unnamed
partner,"If we can't make it to Section Alpha, we can destroy it from
this level, if this self destruct has been bypassed, then we call in
the rest of your team."
Alex sighed, wondering why he'd ever agreed to become a Government
Employee, working for unimaginative people who did EVERYTHING by the
book, and then the four began making their way down the corridor.
(*) Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Division.
The Residence Of Scott Summers & Jean Grey - Alaska.
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"Ororo!" screeched a high pitched voice, and the startled former
'Goddess' turned about and found herself being leaped upon by a short,
energetic ball of excitement.
"Jubilee!" Storm cried in astonishment, catching the young mutant
under the armpits and turning with the motion so that they both weren't
knocked to the ground, which was covered in snow.
"HowareyoudoingIcan'tbelievetheX-Menbrokeupit'sbeensolongyouwon't
believewhatI'vebeendoingwithGeneration-Xand...."
"Jubilee," gasped Storm, who had kept her footing but been knocked
for a loop mentally by the sudden onset of excited babbling,"Calm down,
speak slowly."
"Oh wow!" laughed Jubilee, stepping back from Storm. She wiped
her forehead with her arm and grinned cheekily, making Ororo wonder how
many hearts the former mallrat had broken unknowingly at her school in
Massachuesetts,"I'm talking like I was fourteen all over again, hard
to believe it's been five years since I hooked up with you guys back in
Australia!"
"Indeed," replied Storm, allowing a small smile to cross her
lips. She was troubled, but did not want to put a downer on Jubilee's
obvious excitement at seeing her old teammates once again,"Where is
Banshee? I thought he was bringing you to the house before heading for
Muir Isle?"
"Aye, that I was," muttered a voice in a light Irish accent,
slightly broken by the length of time he'd spent in America,"I planned
to fly down here and drop Jubilee off, then return to the airport and
get to Scotland by more convention means, but she leaped out of arms when
we got over the driveway and charged down here faster than I could fly."
"It's cool, Mr. Cassidy," chuckled Jubilee, who had revelled
not only in being flown in by her Irish Headmaster, but being held so
close to him. He was cute, in a Sean Bean-ish kind of way.
"Good to see you, Storm," Banshee said, kissing her lightly on
one cheek,"Say hello to Jeanie and Scott, tell them I'll stop in for some
tea when I pick up Jubilee on Monday."
Before they could ask him to stay, he turned around and opened
his mouth, emitting a low pitched sonic scream that lifted him into the
air, helping him to fly towards the airport.
"Jeez Louise!" gasped Jubilee suddenly, wrapping her arms about
her shoulders,"It's cold out here, let's get inside."
Storm found the cold invigorating, actually, but just smiled and
wrapped an arm around Jubilee and led her inside the cabin, where Jean
and Scott would be waiting.
End Marvel Evolution 1. (1/3)
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