[i]What the fuck?[/i]

Umbra didn’t typically use its tests subjects as weapons of security. Ryder was very much a unique case in the sense that someone, somewhere, had planned to use her as a tool for destruction. Despite her lifetime of observation, that was [i]all[/i] she knew. Something wasn’t right there.

[color=00ffff]”No. It’s just me,”[/color] she answered. [color=00ffff]”They use humans for things like this. Not other mutants. Unless it’s him doing something at last…”[/color] What “him” meant, she left vague. Ryder felt out for Becker’s head, a mind she’d been inside of many times before. It wouldn’t be hard to-

[i]MINE. MINE. MINE.[/i]

[h3][i]MINE.[/i][/h3]

[color=00ffff]”Fuck-“[/color] It was like walking face-first into a moving train, or staring directly into the sun. Ryder instinctually pulled herself out of his head. Something else was there, Andrew Becker wasn’t at the wheel. It made Ryder’s head spin.

[color=00ffff]”Don’t try and get in his fucking head, that’s not him.”[/color] It had to be the bastard behind everything. [color=00ffff]”It’s Umbra. [i]The[/i] Umbra. He fucking crawled out of his hole. [i]That’s[/i] how this ends. He’s below us, and I think he knows where to find us.”[/color]

[i]”All units. Stand down, immediately.”[/i] A voice could be heard through the radios of the unconscious guards. It was Becker’s voice. [i]”That is an order.”[/i]

It was just going to be them and the body snatching mutant.

[i]”Do not, under any circumstances, engage the mutants. Don’t attack her. She’s [b]mine.”[/b][/i]