<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>Kitchen of the Jean Grey Institute<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Carpenter Pants, Hoodie, Sandles.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>He doesn't look to his squad mates at first but he does look between Qiang Nuo and Autumn Rose, and looks back down at his breakfast with the hood still up.<br/><br/>"<strong>I thought only Mutants were allowed in X-Squads.</strong>" Jack replies with a bit of a gruff sound in his voice. In fairness, he's been racist toward mutants in the past but now wasn't one of those times, he was grumpy against everybody.<br/><br/>"<strong>And you don't get much further from a mutant then me. <span class="bbc_u">Isn't that right?</span></strong>" he replies to Betsy, that last part being in The Voice. That. Voice. The voice that's haunted the dreams of every mutant since the Mark 1 Sentinels were invented. The deep and fully computerized voice of a machine built to kill mutants. He's not sure what he's doing anymore, least of all here. At least they had a fighting chance now, he sighs and takes another bite just to be a grump.