My arget was the Trask Industries. Since I'm out, I better take care of all the trash at once.

  I remember the argumeween Fury and Bolivar Trask about dealing with the mutants food. So, after the mutant showed their power during the attack, I'm pretty sure he got some nice ks of data. Not to mention my power t back the dead to life. So, I'm pretty sure Trask has hastened his Sentinel projed that I ot let it happen. The faster I take care of this, the better it will be for everyone.

  I teleported to the pany headquarters, nding on top of a nearby building.

  The facility was surrounded by tall walls, with armed guards posted at regur intervals and security cameras sing every inch. Then there were those turrets with ser system. Ah! The mutaors... There were detectors and nullifiers around the pce. It looked more like a military base than a corporate headquarters. Well, not that it matters since I'm immuo detectors, and if I cover my body with the Phoenix Force, then nullifiers won't work.

  I decided to read the guards' minds. Humm... It would seem that the nullifiers only activate after the detectors find a mutant and it es massive energy, so keeping those maes active all the time was nearly impossible. Lucky me. I also found out Trask's office's location. With a little tration, I pinpoirask's location.

  The man was ihe building, in his office, w on some blueprints. His mind rag with thoughts of his project. I could sense his excitement. He thought he was finally going to make his dreams e true, but sadly, I had to burst his bubble.

  I teleported directly behind him and used my telepathy to keep him unaware of my presenext was to manipute his mind and make him give me all the data of his research so far. I put my phone in rec mode a it focused on Trask only. I was holding it with telekinesis. Gotta get all the evidence, right?

  "Show me what you are w on," I whispered into his ears and he followed without question, like a puppet on a string.

  Trask walked toward a rge sole embedded into the wall of his office. As he tapped a sequeo the keypad, a hidden panel slid open, revealing a holographic dispy. The s lit up with schematics, data files, and video feeds.

  "This," Trask said in a monotone voider my telepathifluence, "is the Sentinel prototype."

  The hologram shifted to reveal a t meical figure, sleek and intimidating. Its frame was a blend of lightweight alloys and reinforced posites, its limbs ending in advanced on systems. Its "head" was equipped with an array of sensors and cameras, desigo identify mutant signatures and adapt to various power sets.

  "Current progress?" I asked.

  "The first unit is operational but still undergoing field testing," Trask replied. "We've begun iing data collected from mutant enters to enhas adaptability."

  The hologram zoomed out, dispying schematics for other iterations. Some were smaller, faster, and equipped for urban enviros, while others were colossal, designed fe-scale warfare.

  "Iing," I muttered, though my tone dripped with disdain. "What about your colborators?"

  Trask's fingers moved over the sole, pulling up more files. "General Ross is supplying military-grade pos aing grounds. In exge, he gains access to Sentinel prototypes to aid in his Hulkbuster initiatives. Norman Osborn, however, is more ambitious. Oscorp provides cutting-edge nanoteology and biogeic advas. Iurn, I fund his researto enhanced variants of the Super Soldier Serum."

  The s dispyed detailed dots about Norman's experiments—test subjects, nanite-infused serum variants, and disturbing footage of test subjects undergoing rapid transformations. Trask added, "Osborn's nanites are instrumental in makiinels self-repairing and adaptable to mutant abilities. His bs also host a sedary facility for Sentinel development, hidden under Oscorp Tower."

  Wow! This guy is a piece of work. I'm pretty sure he also hacked into Shield to gain info oants.

  "You must have gathered enough mutant data, right?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

  "Yes. SHIELD's mutary has proven invaluable," Trask admitted. "Though accessing it required extensive hag, the information we've gathered allows us to profile and teract most known mutants. Xavier's school was aarget. Their files on mutants, their powers, and their weaknesses are now part of the Sentinel database."

  So, the Professor recorded data on his own students. That's really something...

  "What are you pnning on doing once you plete yoal? Ensve, e? Or straight up kill every siant oh?" I asked. Although, I know what will happen if the Sentinel program isn't stopped in time.

  "I'll eradicate the mutant menace from the world. By any means necessary," Trask replied with a calm expression.

  "You know that's equal to genocide, right? Not to mention, they are humans too. How do you justify this? For humanity or just yourself?" I said.

  "For humanity's future," he answered coldly. "We 't allow ourselves to be ruled by people with such power. Mutantkind is dangerous. If we don't aow, they will destroy our species and repce us!"

  "You think they will take over the world?" I asked.

  "Yes. They trol humans, nature, teology, and many more. Now, a new mutant appeared with no records who could even bring back the dead. My first target is Aron, the fake God. I'll extract his power first and use it for humanity's future," he said with determination in his eyes.

  Oh, well, that's not going to happen, buddy. I closed the recs.

  "I see. Now, copy everything on a drive and give it to me," I ordered.

  Trask turo a puter sole nearby, plugged in a fsh drive, and began uploading the files. The transfer only took a few minutes. Once finished, he handed me the drive and stared bnkly at the wall, his mind still under my trol.

  "Now, forward all the data to Shield and Xavier's school," I ordered again, and Trask plied without hesitation. He quickly transferred all the information he had gathered, including blueprints and schematics for the Sentinels. With a fes on the keyboard, he sent everything directly to both SHIELD and the Professor's office.

  "Good, now here's what going to happen. You are having a ge of heart. You uand now that the road you took is not the right one. You supported Osborn's project which caused mahs from the unstable serum and now you are regretting your decision. And you are alsretting your pn to kill all the mutants on the p and erase them from existence. So, yoing to self-destruct all the facilities you have, delete all the files and records, then yoing to tact the news el and fess everything. It's very hard on yht?" I whispered, creatis and guilt in his mind.

  "Yes. What was I thinking?" Trask muttered as he walked toward his desk. He opened a hidden panel ihe drawers, revealing several switches and buttons. His hand trembled slightly as he flipped eae in sequence, disabling security measures and triggering automatic deletion protocols throughout the facility.

  The man sat down in his chair, staring bnkly at the wall. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote with a single red button.

  "I was about to do genocide! What was I thinking!?" Trask excimed. "I must tell the world what I did! Oh, god. What was I doing? What was I doing!? Why didn't aop me!? So mahs... Osborn's experiments... the Serum... oh, god! Why didn't aop me!?"

  I smiled as Trask tio ramble about his sins, slowly ing to terms with his as. He pressed the button on the remote, activating the lockdown and self-destruct sequeo all the facilities he has all over the world.

  "How could I ever live with that? I must tell the world what I did!" Trask muttered. "The whole world must know! The whole world must know! Osborn must be exposed. General Ross wants to kill Hulk..."

  He opened his ptop and ected to the guy in Daily Bugle, who covers his pany's news. It was a live broadcast.

  Trask turo the camera, staring directly into its lens. He began to speak, his voice shaky and weak.

  "My name is Bolivar Trask. I'm the CEO of Trask Industries, and I stand before you today not as a leader or innovator, but as a man who has itted unthinkable crimes against humanity." His voice trembled, and tears welled in his eyes. "I have been driven by fear, hatred, and a misguided belief that my as would secure humanity's future. Instead, I have sown divisioh, aru."

  Trask inhaled deeply, steadying himself. "For years, I have developed ons of mass genocide disguised as progress. The Sentinel Program, a project I spearheaded, was created with the sole purpose of eradig mutants from this world. I vinced myself it was necessary, that mutants posed aential threat to our species. But in truth, the real threat was my own blindness, my unwillio see mutants as what they truly are—people, just like you and me."

  The camera panned slightly, capturing Trask's raw emotion as he tinued. "Through illegal means, I accessed data from SHIELD and Professor Xavier's school. I partnered with individuals like Norman Osborn, whose experiments with unstable serums cost tless i lives. I worked with General Ross, supplying him with teology that turned his vea against the Hulk into another on of destru. I justified these as as necessary, but there is no justification for the suffering I have caused."

  He leaned fripping the desk tightly. "I have triggered the destru of all my Sentinel facilities and erased all research reted to this program. But my words alone ot undo the pain I have inflicted. I urge the world to hold me atable, to dismahe systems of fear and oppression I helped create. Mutants are not our ehey are our neighbors, our friends, our family. And if we are to survive as a species, we must learn to live together."

  Trask paused, his hands trembling. The weight of his fession seemed to crush him, his face a mask of despair. He reached into his desk draulled out a small revolver, pg it gently on the surface. The live broadcast tinued, capturing every moment.

  "My sins ot be fiven," Trask said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "I have destroyed lives, fueled hatred, arayed the very principles of humanity I cimed to defend. The only way I truly atone for what I have done is by ensuring no one follows in my footsteps. Let my death be a reminder of the price of fear and prejudice."

  He looked directly into the camera, his eyes brimming with tears. "To those I've hurt, to the mutants I've wronged, and to humanity as a whole—I am sorry. Truly, deeply sorry."

  Trask picked up the revolver, his movements slow and deliberate. He held it to his temple, his hand shaking as he closed his eyes.

  "Let this end with me," he whispered. "No more bloodshed. No more hate."

  The sound of the gunshot echoed through the office, cutting off his words. Trask's body slumped forward onto the desk, and the s went dark as the broadcast abruptly ended.

  I stood in the shadows for a moment, the lifeless figure. Bolivar Trask, a man ed by ambition and fear, had paid the ultimate price for his as.

  "One less problem in the world," I muttered, telep out of the office.

  multiple explosions rocked the city as Trask facilities began to blow up one by one, leaving nothing behind. I watched the age from a distance, satisfied with my work.

  I know that Trask's death will cause a bit of chaos, but I'm sure that Fury and Xavier will deal with it. But impriso, trials, and all that shit ain't gonna cut this time. I'm gonna kill Norman and Ross .

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