Dr. Evansby (who once was
"Anonymous")
Breathing in the fresh air of the Canadian forest brought me a sense of calmness. This was the first time in months that I've been anywhere else besides my lab. My time in isolation, spending countless hours studying my research, has prepared me for today. Today, we are finding all the rebels, and we will stop them once and for all. Either that, or they can join us. I mean, we're all mutants, and we're all in this together, right? Why rebel against your own kind?
I have some of the best mutants around in my army. They're all so powerful and have so much potential. For instance, there's Charlie. He was one of my first recruits, and a wonderful mutant he is, indeed. The only issue with him is he's dark and way too secretive. I had to read his mind to know more about him. I figured out he was fifteen years old, a juvenile delinquent, once did drugs and smoked cigarettes, and mostly he's had a very rough life. The poor kid was abandoned because his family and friends were frightened of his mutation. This is why I took him in with me. I was even more pleased with his ability to manipulate fire with his hands.
"Boss, you're wasting your time daydreaming again. We have to move." Charlie's voice interrupted my thoughts. I dozed off into daydreams quite often, now that I think about it.
"What did I tell you about telling me what to do? Control yourself, Charlie," I told him sternly. Charlie thinks he's the boss of everyone, and tends to have his own way of doing everything. His temper is worst of all of it.
"Whatever. Just give me a cue when your ready for me to kill someone," he muttered, lighting a cigarette with his finger as he walked away. It gets harder and harder to be patient with him. I told myself to ignore him, because this today wasn't about Charlie. It was about finally destroying the rebellion, and all the rebels involved with it.
My job is to stand here and listen for any signals from my other mutants. We're each connected together through earpieces, so we can know if any of us have found the colony or the rebels. I had to admit, the rebels were very clever people, since they managed to hide from us so long. But today, that changes. My powers have gotten stronger, and my ability to sense other mutants is on its highest level. I can practically smell where the underground colony is.
A faint ding went off through my earpiece. Someone must have found something. I almost was startled when a frantic voice started talking in my ear.
"Doctor! You need to get here quick!" I used my telepathy to mentally trace the voice down, which belonged to one of the Chameleon Triplets. They were siblings who had the extraordinary ability to disguise themselves as any object they can think of. This is why I call them the Chameleon Triplets. It's easy to remember their names because they all start with J's.
Another voice spoke, which sounded higher and more nasally than the previous one. I knew that was the girl, named Jenny. Jared and Jake were talking among themselves. "We've spotted some rebels running through the forest. Should we kill them?"
"No, don't kill them. Wait until I get there," I told her sternly. Before Jenny shut off her earpiece, I heard all three of the triplets curse in frustration. The Chameleon Triplets were a very violent bunch. They hated when I didn't give them permission to murder.
I used my powers, again, to transport myself to where the triplets were. They already had knives and machetes out, ready to slaughter. It was creepy that they were also disguised as trees, and had deadly weapons attached to their branches. I really wanted to capture the rebels first to see if they would confess where their hideout was. It wouldn't take long for them to spill it all, since I had some of the world's best and evilest interrogators.
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