CIA high-level meeting room.
CIA Senator Scrilla approached Raven with a serious expression and asked directly:
"Agent Moira, is your information accurate?"
Raven glanced at Brian, unsure of how to respond to Senator Scrilla's question.
"SIR, what Agent Moira reported is true," Brian stepped forward, standing beside Raven, and replied calmly.
"And who are you?" Senator Scrilla asked, taken aback by Brian's presence. He eyed Brian with some suspicion.
"I am Brian, a Soviet undercover agent," Brian said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing that Brian was a Soviet undercover agent, Senator Scrilla's eyes lit up. He looked at Brian eagerly and impatiently ordered:
"Agent Brian, tell us more about this Soviet mutant."
Without hesitation, Brian walked leisurely to the podium in the meeting room and began speaking confidently.
"Members of the Congress, mutants have existed for a long time.
In fact, every so often, human genes undergo mutations, granting certain individuals extraordinary abilities."
"This is what we call a Mutant," Brian continued.
"According to research conducted by Soviet scientists, as humanity enters the nuclear age, these gene mutations are accelerating. In other words, there will be more and more mutants in the future."
Brian didn't hold back, openly revealing the existence of mutants.
Upon hearing this, the CIA executives exchanged uneasy glances, absorbing the reality of mutants.
"Agent Brian, is there a way to identify these mutants?" Senator Scrilla was the first to respond, his face serious.
"Mr. Senator, the Soviet Union has developed a method to distinguish between humans and mutants, but I have not yet acquired that information," Brian replied, glancing at Senator Scrilla as he spoke without hesitation.
"We must obtain that method of identifying mutants—at all costs. Once we do, we'll find them... and lock them all up. This world belongs to humans," Senator Scrilla declared, his tone filled with fear and hatred.
His sharp gaze reflected an inner determination, despite the fact that he had never even encountered a mutant before.
But despite never having seen one, Senator Scrilla already harbored an intense hatred for mutants, simply by hearing about them. It was, in many ways, ironic.
"Mr. Senator, perhaps we could approach this matter more gently," Raven said calmly, trying to offer a more measured perspective after hearing Scrilla's harsh words.
"Gently? Absolutely not. These mutants are the result of genetic errors—human deformities, freaks. They should all be eradicated," another congressman chimed in coldly, fully agreeing with Scrilla's stance.
To them, if mutants truly existed, their rightful place was either in the grave or in a laboratory.
Raven looked around at the group of CIA officials, each openly expressing their disgust and fear of mutants. They kept repeating how mutants should be locked in cages or eliminated altogether.
Raven's heart grew heavy.
She had been following Professor X since she was a child and was deeply influenced by his ideals. Raven longed for acceptance in the human world. She wanted to integrate into society and for humans to acknowledge and accept her identity as a mutant.
But now, it seemed that her ideal was so naïve, even foolish.
Looking at the faces of these high-ranking humans, it was clear—they wanted to wipe out all mutants.
The last shred of hope in Raven's heart was shattered.
She couldn't help but glance at Brian, only to find that he was already watching her.
In that moment, Raven realized something—Brian had exposed the existence of mutants to show her the true face of these human leaders.
Bang.
Just as the CIA officials were loudly debating how to deal with mutants, the conference room door suddenly flew open.
A woman with an anxious expression rushed in.
"Fuck, Levi, why didn't you wait for me..." the woman muttered.
It was the real Agent Moira.
Seeing "herself" standing in the room, Moira froze in astonishment.
"Holy... what's going on here? Who are you?" Agent Moira exclaimed in disbelief, pointing directly at Raven.
With Agent Moira's outburst, the once noisy conference room fell completely silent, the confusion so thick you could hear a pin drop.
"What's going on here? How can there be two Moiras?"
The CIA executives, who had been discussing how to capture mutants in one fell swoop, stared back and forth between Moira and Raven, their faces filled with bewilderment.
"What is this?" Senator Scrilla exclaimed, his eyes wide as he pressed the alarm button in front of him.
Buzz buzz buzz.
The alarms blared throughout the entire CIA headquarters. In a matter of moments, dozens of CIA agents stormed into the conference room.
"Arrest both of these 'Moiras'—and Agent Brian. Shoot anyone who resists," Senator Scrilla ordered sternly.
He didn't know what was going on or which of the two Moiras was real. And since he couldn't tell, he considered them both to be impostors.
Clack.
At Scrilla's command, dozens of CIA agents aimed their guns at Brian, Raven, and the real Moira.
Being a seasoned CIA agent herself, Moira wisely raised her hands and crouched down, hands on her head, complying without hesitation.
Seeing Agent Moira cooperate, everyone's attention shifted to Brian and Raven.
"Brian, it seems our cover's blown," Raven said with a helpless smile, noticing the suspicious stares from the room.
"It doesn't matter. Now that we're exposed, we'll just have to act," Brian replied calmly, pulling Raven behind him protectively.
Their conversation was open, without any effort to hide their intentions, which made the CIA officials quickly conclude that Brian and Raven were impostors.
"Shoot them," Senator Scrilla barked, his anger evident as he gave the order once more.
Following his command, dozens of CIA agents closed in on Brian and Raven.
Clack.
The agents swiftly raised their rifles, aiming directly at them. One of the high-ranking CIA agents signaled with a cold expression, giving the order to fire.
Da da da.
A barrage of bullets was unleashed, storming toward Brian and Raven.
In response, Brian simply positioned Raven safely behind him. As the bullets struck, his skin transformed into impenetrable metal, effortlessly withstanding the hail of gunfire.
Ding ding ding.
A series of sharp metallic sounds echoed through the room as the bullets from the CIA agents ricocheted off Brian's metal skin. None of the shots caused him any harm.
"What the hell is this?" one of the CIA agents muttered in disbelief.
Dozens of agents stared, wide-eyed, at Brian, now transformed into a towering figure of metal. They were momentarily frozen in shock.
"He's a mutant! This guy's a mutant!" Senator Scrilla's face turned pale with panic as he pointed at Brian and screamed.
"Kill him! Kill him!" Scrilla shouted frantically, his voice trembling with fear.
Brian, growing irritated by Scrilla's shouting, casually flicked his hand, releasing a small tornado.
Boom.
The swirling wind quickly enveloped Senator Scrilla, and the wind blades within it mercilessly sliced him into a bloody skeleton.
Thud.
When the tornado dissipated, the skeleton crumbled to the floor.
The entire conference room fell into a stunned silence once again. Eyes wide with horror, the remaining people stared at Brian as he calmly stretched his body.
"Keep firing. Don't stop," Brian said coolly, addressing the dozen or so CIA agents still holding their rifles.