<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>Please do - Dad was a bit of a conspiracy nut but now it looks like he was right about some things. It's almost funny really - when the first Sentinel models came out he was the one in our town that shouted against them the loudest. He wasn't really for mutant rights or anything, he just hated the idea of the government building robots with the express purpose of killing things that much. The fact that they'd be targetting mutants almost didn't matter at all to him. 'After all, once they have 'em - they just have to turn a few dials to send 'em against anyone else'.<br/><br/>And here I am, turning that dial. I bet he'd be proud.</strong>he thinks back, with a bit of a dark shame.<br/><br/><strong>And whatever Beast is going to do, get him to do it quickly. My senses were supposed to be shut down entirely, but my sense of smell is back up. It's the most organic of my senses - so granted, could mean nothing at all.</strong>