<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, late 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>Beast<br/><hr/><br/>The drugs, the cold, and the lack of oxygen are hitting him all at once and Jack for a moment wonders if he's been betrayed once again. He slows things down, tries to slow things down and weapon systems start arming - it feels like it's going tortuously slow but the message starts coming first.<br/><br/>"<strong>JJjjjjjjjjaaaaaaaaaccccckkkkkkkk! IIIIiiiiiii ssssssswwwwwweeeeee-</strong>"<br/><br/>Alright - calm down. Trust, take a leap of faith. . .<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The ice falls off of his eyes when he opens them. Systems come back online one at a time, this time it feels like they're coming back with his head clear. Ice falls and shatters every time he moves. The lab is shielded, he can't even sync up his internal chronometer in here. He moves slowly, testing joint integrity of his cybernetics as he gets moving bit by bit.<br/><br/>The lab door comes into view as his eyes start working again.<br/><br/>"<strong>Dr. McCoy, I think it worked.</strong>" he broadcasts back on the frequency. Silence. The cables detach on their own from his back as he takes another step.<br/><br/>"<strong>Dr. McCoy?</strong>"<br/><br/>The door opens as he gets close, getting to the control room. The control room, still working and buzzing with information flying around his head - where was?<br/><br/>Dr. Hank McCoy, AKA The Beast. One of the founding members of the X-Men. The sensors in his eyes tell him what he needs to know, he's had a light heart attack. Not a bad one, probably from stress - he'll recover completely and quickly if he gets the right medical attention but without it he could die right here. Jack could be the Sentinel that did the impossible, and killed a founding X-Man.<br/><br/>He looks to the screen and sees the program he was running. Revive, flashing loudly.<br/><br/>He knows what he has to do.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He carries the Beast toward the elevator as he breadcasts the moment he can feel the school's Wifi.<br/><br/>"<strong>This is Jack Cordero, we have a medical emergency. Dr. McCoy's had a heart attack! Repeat - This is Jack Cordero. . .</strong>"