<div class="floatleft">(http://cyborgphotos.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/cyborgphotos-wordpress-com-closet_cyborg_by_rocklou-cyborg-man1.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Traitor/Jack Cordero<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1, morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Carpenter Pants, Hoodie, suspended from the ceiling with thick Data Cables connected to his neck, spine, and shoulders.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Betsy, Bobby<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>The fact that I think I might be going crazy is an indicator that I'm not that crazy? Wasn't that from Charlie Brown?</strong>" he quips, the mental image smiling a bit. At least, that's what it looks like. It's probably more Beast's projections then Jack's mind but the whole thing seems to be happening in an old CGI cartoon.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yeah, "concerns". Very diplomatic way to put it. But you really want to know why I'm here?</strong>"<br/><br/>Now the cheap CGI effect fades as he can't help but go into his memories. It's almost like PTSD, it's hard to tell if he's doing it on purpose or his recollection is that vague.<br/><br/>Sentinel eyes with data and read outs look over at a family home in what passes for a suburb for a mountain Kentucky town. A family, including small children. Readings show that they all had mutant genes, strong but dormant. A six year old girl was playing outside.<br/><br/><em>"<strong>Unit 13, this is Control - do you read, over?</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>Control, this is Unit 13 - I read.</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>Very well. Case matter reviewed, advising standard procedure.</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>. . .Control, you are aware that the mutant genes in the Campbells are only dormant ones?</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>Noted, proceed Unit 13.</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>Control, the kid out front is only 6. Standard Procedure is unnessecary.</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>Are you refusing to do your part to defend the human race?</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>Oh screw you, Control - how exactly is shooting a 6 year old in the face with a plasma pistol protecting the human race? Or even showing the human race as something worth protecting?</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>Objection noted - beginning override procedure.</strong>"</em><br/><br/><em>"<strong>What was that Control?</strong>"</em><br/><br/>But by then he already felt it as his own body wasn't his to control anymore. He was just there to watch and ride it out as somewhere, someone else remote controls his arms and legs.<br/><br/>Jack manages to rip himself out of the memory before he forces Bobby and Betsy to watch what comes next, but the plasma pistol was in his hand and was beginning it's opening charge. . .<br/><br/>"<strong>Because if that's how low homo sapiens is willing to go, maybe we deserve it.</strong>" he responds, showing the emotional raggedness he's been trying to hide for a while. He idealized the normal humans, he really did at one point believe that mutants were an abomination that needed to be wiped out to protect his species from extinction - then they made him wipe out a family including small children for being dormant mutants.<br/><br/>He might of picked up the callsign Traitor, but his betrayal wasn't the first - or the worst - by a long shot even by his then warped species beliefs. When the X-Men found him he hadn't slept in days just fending off cyber-attacks to re-establish control and one of his powers was that he can mentally overclock himself - he's had a lot of time to think.