"What's that?" Clint asked as the memory started to move, pointing to a syringe full of a strange silver liquid that one of the surgeons was preparing to inject him with.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure," Skyspear replied, looking at it quizzically. "I can't say I've ever seen anything like it before."<br/><br/>"Are you sure this is going to work?" one of the surgeons asked. "Our experiment with Azanti failed so badly we nearly caused mass casualties, this boy doesn't even have powers to begin with."<br/><br/>"This is different," the other surgeon replied. "We didn't have the girl's blood then, we have ways to manipulate powers we didn't back then. Besides, we have him."<br/><br/>"Who is..." Skyspear started saying before he spotted the figure the man was referring to: perched on a wall as if he was magnetically attached to it was a middle-aged man, straggly grey hair barely covering his heavily scarred features. "Oh, this is worse than I thought. That man, that's who the Corps were originally sent to stop, I assumed he was either in prison or dead by now."<br/><br/>"Be careful," the figure said to the surgeons. "We need to get this right, if we're to bring down the President I must be<em>sure</em>these powers will work without killing their host, after all we must...neutralize potential threats first."