[Safehouse] [Aron's POV]

  I'm not 100% sure that they are trag me, or maybe I'm being paranoid. Still, I get this weird feeling whenever I am outside like I'm being watched. If they are really trag me, I o know how. I was careful enough to avoid cameras and all those surveilnce systems. Not to mention I always kept my face covered in ice whenever I was outside doing the usual vigiuff. And no mutaor could detect me. It's almost like someone is giving them information about my location or they have a telepathic mutant with them who track me.

  Sigh! Of course, my face... All they had to do was track me by my face. There are thousands of cameras around the world and a good hacker easily use facial reition to find my location. Then the fact that I'm a e... They have obviously ied some nanites into my blood or maybe a hidden tracker in my body that track my location, in case I escaped from their trol.

  Fuck!

  I o get this paranoia out of the way and the only way to do that is to see it myself. I mean, I turned my body temperature below zero degrees or used fmes to raise my body temperature beyond any human could endure, not to mention all these mutations I use... So, if there are indeed nahat are capable of surviving in my body even after all that, then it is bad news.

  I'll simply burn off everything that's not alive within my body with the Phoenix Force.

  I closed my eyes, fog inward. The Phoenix Force stirred inside me, ready to burn away anything fn. If there were trackers or nanites in my body, they wouldn't stand a ce. I raised my body temperature, letting the fmes surge through my veins, burning hotter and hotter with every sed. It wasn't pleasant. I mean, I was frying myself i. But thanks to Logan's healing fay body could take it.

  As the heat spread through my body, I could feel them. The tiny specks, almost like grains of sand deep in my skin and blood. Nanites. Stryker's doing, no doubt. They were squirming, struggling as the fmes burned hotter. I gritted my teeth and pushed the heat higher until I heard a faint crag sound as the naarted frying one by one.

  Pop. Another burst of heat, and I khey were done for. The Phoenix Force had burhem to ash, clearing my system of any trackers they'd pnted in me. A part of me wao rex, but I couldn't. If they had goo these lengths to track me, it meant someone was watg closely. And whoever that was—they weren't doh me. This safe house isn't safe anymore. They must have noticed that their precious trackers stopped funing. They'd send their dogs after me again.

  I wao kill them all... But... Why kill when they all surrender?

  Well, it's time to show them who they are messing with.

  Six bs—six underground facilities spread across New York. Each of them was filled with staff, data, and no doubt more horrors of Stryker's sick experiments. I had to hit them all, but not blindly. This needed precision. If I was going to end this, I o do it smart, take them down without letting anyone slip through the cracks.

  First, I pulled up the map I'd taken from Stryker's mind—the exact locations of the bs. They were heavily secured, but that wouldn't matter. I had a pn.

  I cracked my knuckles and stood, feeling the power of the Phoenix Force swirl within me. I wasn't just going to destroy these bs—I was going to expose everything. Every twisted experiment, every inhuma, every person involved. Stryker thought he was clever, hiding behind gover prote and underground facilities. But he didn't t on someone like me.

  The Shield, X-Men, the new X-Force, The Fantastic Four, and although the Avengers haven't been officially formed, there is Tony Stark, Ironman... None of them ever do anything about these fucked up situations. So, someone has to do what they 't or won't.

  The first b was buried deep beh an old, abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn. The kind of po one would look twice at. I arrived unnoticed, phasing through the walls and slipping into the underground facility. Super speed, phasing, and mind trol were all it took.

  The security was tight—biometric sers, armed guards, surveilnce cameras. But none of that mattered. I reached out with my psychic power, searg for the staff ihere were about forty people here, some of them stists, uards. With a simple mental push, I took trol of them all. They didn't even realize as I impnted my ands.

  "Record everything," I told them, my voice eg through their minds. "I want every piece of data, every experiment logged and doted. Then, hand it over to me."

  The staff moved in unison, colleg files, hard drives, a results. They recorded the entire facility's operations, detailing every twisted experiment they had been dug. My telepathy made them work effitly, their hands moving as if trolled by an unseen puppeteer.

  It took hours, but I didn't stop. I couldn't afford to miss anything. Whehing was gathered, I took the data a, phasing out of the b just as easily as I'd entered.

  The sed b was hidden under a corporate offi Manhattan. Same routine. I phased in, took trol of the staff, and had them pile everything. It was tedious work, but it was necessary. Each b I hit brought more horrifying information—experiments on mutants, geic splig, onizing mutations. Stryker had been building an army, a forutants he could trol, and the people funding him were deeply embedded in the gover.

  By the third b, I felt the weight of it all. The sheer scale of what Stryker had done was staggering, but I pushed forward. This was bigger than me. Just like all the other bs, I repeated the same thing over and ain.

  The st b was the most secure, buried deep beh the city's outskirts. I almost smiled as I slipped past the guards. For all their teone of them saw me ing. By the time I reached the heart of the facility, I had every person inside under my trol.

  I made them record everything. Every experiment, every bit of research. Stryker's legacy, his entire operation, was now in my hands.

  With all the data in hand, I moved quickly. I found a local PC café, one of those dingy pces with flickering ss and slow i speeds. Perfect. I uploaded everything ohe videos, the files, the research. It went viral in minutes. News els, social media, forums—they all lit up with the information.

  Stryker's crimes were out in the open now. The gover, and the people who had been proteg him, were all exposed. The public was in an uproar. There was no c this up, not anymore.

  For the finishing touch, I mailed a copy of everything to Yuri Watanabe. She'd know what to do with it.

  As for the staff in the bs? I made sure they turhemselves in, ead every one of them. I sent a single mental and: "Surrender." And they obeyed. All of them walked straight to the police station and fessed everything. I really could have just shut down their mind, but they will get my usual three ces to turn their life around.

  The news exploded. The media couldn't get enough of it. Stryker's name was ruihe gover officials who had backed him must have beeing bullets right about norobably cursing me.

  Good.

  With their names exposed and over a hundred people spilling the secrets, plus the added records and transas... It's over for those bastards.

  After the expose, the world had seen the darkest side of Stryker's work. The horrifying experiments, the twisted research, the hundreds of mutants who had been used as little more than b rats. It was siing, but it was also reality. And now, those mutants... those who survived... They were uhe care of Professor Charles Xavier.

  As for info on my identity, I went through the research data but didn't find anything about me. Sigh! I hoped to get a clue at least, oh well... I saved hundreds of lives, so I should be happy.

  At the present, I don't o hide anymore. And my deight start a war. But it was darn good to see those gover bastards running around and that many people surrendering... It might get recorded in the history.

  [Professor X's School fifted Youngsters]

  I used my super speed to go into the Professor's office. He was just sitting there, staring out of his window. As I stopped the speed. He g me with a smile.

  "Wele back, Aron," he said. "You did a very good thing."

  "Yeah, it wasn't easy," I said as I sat on the nearby chair.

  "You find anything about yourself?" he asked, turning his wheelchair to face me.

  "No, nothing."

  "Hmm..." He rubbed his , thoughtful. "Ever heard of Hellfire Club?"

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