Prologue

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The world changed when Superman flew across the sky

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The world changed when Superman flew across the sky.

And then it changed again when he didn't.

That's why I'm here. 

. . .

"I've got one more thing I think you should see," Amanda Waller spoke to the Admiral and General. She slid a manila folder across the table, it bumping into the Admiral's plate of steak. As the Admiral went to open it, Amanda spoke again. "She may not be as powerful as the Enchantress but she is one of my personal favorites." They opened the folder to see a young woman with dark brown hair that went down to just above her shoulders. Her eyes were an icy blue that was glaring intensely into the camera.  

"Lilith Lehnsherr, aka Magneta. The daughter of the notorious Erik Lehnsherr. Otherwise more commonly known as Magneto." The Admiral and General looked up at the dark-skinned woman in shock.

"You mean the daughter of the man who not only murdered John F. Kennedy in the 70s but has also tried to wipe out the entire human race based on his belief that mutants are superior to humans? That Magneto?" The General questioned. Amanda nodded, almost as if it were no big deal.

"Don't forget about the time he nearly killed the X-Men. Twice." She stated, a sly smirk making its way onto her face as she bit off another piece of steak. "And the upside? She's about as powerful as her father. An Omega-Level Mutant is what they call her."

"And how did you detain her?" The General asked, sounding generally curious. 

"The X-Men brought her in, believe it or not," Amanda stated. "And as a matter of fact, quite a few of them have a bit of a soft spot for her." 

"Like who?" The Admiral asked and Amanda smiled.

"Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe, Scott Summers, and Logan Howlett. But you may know them as Professor X, Storm, Cyclops, and The Wolverine." 

"So, where is she being kept?" The Admiral asked her. 

"Same hole as Dead-Shot. I called in a favor from the people who made Magneto's plastic prison at the Pentagon and had them construct a replica for Lilith at the Belle Reve." Admiral heaved a sigh, running a long hand down his face as he stared at the file, almost shuddering at the glare the woman held in the photo.

"Like father, like daughter, I suppose." 

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