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An audio illusion, a short dialogue, and now the last participant of the upcoming performance was ready to be brought to the set decorations, waiting only for the appointed time.
Another call, and a helicopter was ready for me, because the adamantium produced by Stryker wasn't going to transport itself from the base.
There wasn't that much of it at the moment, only about half a cubic meter of melt. Keeping a larger volume made no sense, because even in the depths of a full-fledged hydroelectric power station, one couldn't be completely sure of the absence of power failures, and consequently, heating failures.
Equipment also had a tendency to break, and generally… Large volumes of this metal weren't required.
At one time, the colonel dreamed of adamantium fighter jets and body armor, but when he calculated the cost of rare earth metals just for the production of the alloy alone, not counting the headache of manufacturing the finished product, he shoved his dreams where the sun doesn't shine.
Plus, mass production would put an end to his recipe monopoly, and William wasn't ready to agree to that. For many reasons…
In short, it was time to leave the hospitable warehouse and drive to meet destiny.
Fortunately, a techno-magical "thermos" was already waiting in my pocket dimension, ready to hold three times the volume of the alloy.
"I see you've finished fortifying your spiritual strength?" referring to the empty plastic cookie tray, I asked the girl, returning to the circle of light.
"Thank you for the treat," she bowed her head formally, rising to her feet.
"Splendid," stepping closer, I took the package and immediately sent it into the pocket dimension. "Now listen carefully. You are going to get back in the car and drive it to Stryker's house, leaving it where it's supposed to be. After that, I will tell you where you should hide for the time being while I deal with your former employer. Questions?"
"How do I contact you?" clenching her fists and standing as straight as if she'd swallowed a pole, Yuriko asked succinctly.
"Look to the right," with a slight movement of my hand, I created a phantom of myself next to her. "I will be nearby the whole time," I continued the phrase with the phantom's lips…
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Some time later. Near the Mexican border.
"Rice, turn on the news channel!" A young tanned woman with a distinct imprint of bitchiness on her face barged unceremoniously into Zander's office.
"How many times must I ask you not to burst into my office without a valid necessity, Kimura?" the head of laboratories grimaced. "And anything not related to a potential danger to the project is not 'valid'!"
"Just turn on the damn box and you'll understand!" the woman growled in response, impulsively grabbing the remote from the bedside table and forcing it into the boss's hands.
"Fine," the scientist sighed, wincing, and pointing the remote at the plasma panel hanging on the wall, switched to the requested channel.
"…two wounded police officers have just been taken away by an ambulance. We remind you that we are broadcasting from Irving Street, Washington. At 13:47, a call came into the dispatch center reporting strange sounds in a neighboring yard. An ordinary routine call in the suburbs of the capital turned into something terrible this time," the camera switched to an aerial view, apparently from a helicopter.
A solid-looking large house behind a massive fence was surrounded by police cars, behind which the brave officers of the law took cover, not attempting to stick their heads out.
"Stinking mutants!" a familiar voice was heard. "This is all your fault!" The sounds of gunshots joined the voice.
"The resident military advisor, Colonel William Stryker, while in a state of severe alcohol or drug intoxication, staged a shooting in his own home. Upon the arrival of law enforcement representatives, he refused to let them in and opened fire. At the moment, there are two wounded, and according to preliminary information, there is one hostage in the house besides Colonel Stryker, who happens to be his son."
"The Department of Defense has not yet commented on this incident. However, based on the suspect's shouts, the reason for the incident lies in his radical views on the mutation phenomenon discussed in Congress six months ago. Our cameraman managed to record part of William Stryker's remarks; I suggest we listen to them."
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"…Living among us, pretending to be ordinary people!" the Colonel's familiar voice lamented angrily, but with a completely unfamiliar feverish intonation, as if he were having a nervous breakdown.
"Masking themselves and even interbreeding, spawning bastards like themselves! But you won't get me!" Gunshots were heard on the recording.
"I studied your habits for forty years! Think you have powers? Ha! I've seen your powers on the operating table! Whatever you can do, you can always be cut open! Animals!" Gunshot.
"No, you're worse than animals, worse than niggers and dirty Latinos! A real plague that you can't identify by skin color to stay away from! Infiltrating our society! Pretending! But I found a way to find you! Yes, you won't fool me!"
The roar of shots again.
"Wanted to catch me in a honey trap?! Thought a wife could control me?! No! I understood everything! I guessed what she was! You all need to be isolated from normal people and treated… treated or destroyed. Kept on pills! Yes, on pills,"the hysterical screams were interrupted by another shot. Obviously, there was more than enough ammunition in the colonel's house.
"I tried to cure her… I almost succeeded! It's all in the brain, in the brain!.. But she didn't appreciate my efforts, wanted to run away and stop me from treating our son… stupid mutant and her degenerate spawn! She probably cheated on me with the same kind of freak; a normal person couldn't produce a mutant son…"
"But it's okay, it's okay, I didn't let her ruin everything and cured my boy! Right, son? This is what needs to be done with all of you! What needs to be done for America! Real people must protect themselves from these degenerates! Protect! Unite!.."
"As you can see, the Colonel clearly has a severe disorder," a journalist appeared on the screen, behind whom the house observed from the helicopter could be guessed. "These racist slogans are obviously…"
BANG!
Another gunshot sound, judging by the noise, from a shotgun, rudely interrupted the speech, and something shattered loudly right next to the camera, forcing the cameraman to sharply blur the image.
"Think I don't know what you're plotting?! You won't silence me!" Following a distant scream, a hysterical sob was heard.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you… damn mutant! This is all your fault! Mutants… these cursed mutants everywhere! You won't take me! BANG! BANG! BANG!"
"Get down!" a police officer in body armor running up knocked the journalist and cameraman off their feet.
"Stay back! I won't be taken! BANG! BANG!.." and everything went quiet.
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