Quentin woke up screaming four hours later, his mind filled with a single command: Kill Beast.
Sage stared at the bio-fluorescent readouts, her fingers hovering over the Cuckoos’ psychic interface. “Domino,” she said, her voice flat, “check the secondary caskets.” xforce 2021
Hank McCoy was already paranoid. He had good reason. The last time X-Force trusted him, he’d turned the team into a black-ops suicide squad. Now he worked in a separate wing of the Arbor Magna, designing botanical counter-intelligence. Quentin woke up screaming four hours later, his
“He dies every time he respawns. But he doesn’t mind. He’s finally someone .” He had good reason
The Quiet Protocol
He held up a data-slate. On it: resurrection logs. John Proudheart had been reborn ninety-seven times in the last six hours. Each copy had a different mission. Kill a diplomat. Sabotage a gate. Whisper a phrase into the ear of a sleeping child.
Then he reached up and touched his own temple.