The teams didn't all have equal success.

Gambit, Rogue, and Storm all ran into some guards, who were probably coming to check the fence, and had to stop them as discreetly as possible while avoiding being tagged with something to block their mutations.

Logan went off, thinking he'd be alone, but Kitty followed him.

"I could have gotten us through the fence," she complained.

"Kurt's more useful," Logan said. "And has his power under control. Ya gotta work up to it, kid. Just focus on gettin' yerself through the walls."

Kitty made a face. "My idea of a fun afternoon is poking around some creepy island that wants to enslave mutants."

"Mine too," Logan said unironically.

Kitty had no words.

She phased through walls, searching for the right room...and gave a few people quite a scare, probably.

Catching up to Wolverine, she told him she did find some files. "It's locked," she said, "but not to me."

"All right, take me there," Logan said.

* * *

Emma went with Scott and Morph and Mystique, though she'd not have chosen the last one.

"This lead seems like a long shot," she complained. "Even if there's the slightest possibility we find a link between Sinister and Genosha, it's nothing we don't already know."

"You can always know more," Morph said.

Emma sighed.

Mystique paused suddenly. "I remember this," she said. "Of course, this is the building they used to use as a prison.... That explains the security against mutation.... Lovely choice for a meeting place."

"Come again?" Scott said. "What do you mean? Sounds like you've been here before."

"I have," Mystique said. "A long time ago."

She closed her eyes.

"Want me to help you remember?" Emma said nicely--not genuinely so.

"No," Mystique said. "Shut up."

"So where are we, then?" Scott asked impatiently.

"What did I just say?" Mystique asked.

She opened her eyes. "The prison had a room with records in it, I'm certain.... Would have been on the upper level. The lower one had the cells."

"So where we are now?" Emma said impatiently. "Thanks for the update."

"No, this is the front hall," Mystique said. "Where they'd bring us in through. Their rooms were across the wing, I'm sure, where we wouldn't have bothered to go even if we escaped the lower levels. Though you should ask Gambit. Didn't he snitch?"

"To get the others out," Scott said. "Which you must know perfectly well. And what were you doing here?"

"Call it curiosity," Mystique said, clipped. "Backfired, obviously. Beside the point. We should go this way."

"And we're trusting her because...?" Emma asked Scott and Morph.

"Well...none of us have been here before," Morph said. "Except Gambit, and he's not with us right now. Maybe she's right. Just wandering around isn't a good idea."

"But I would think the lower level would have the records," Scott said. "Even if it had cells before, wouldn't it be safer?"

"First place anyone'd look," Mystique said. "You think too much like a hero. Smart criminals hide things where you'd not expect to find them--between things that look innocent. That's the first rule of illegal ops."

"Thanks for the insight into the underground," Emma said. "Let's just get on with it. Standing here is asking to be caught."

"Fine, we'll try her idea first," Scott said. "Lead the way, Mystique."

Mystique either liked those words or found them intimidating, because she said nothing at all and just turned a different corner until she found the end of hall, which crossed a passage into another set of halls and rooms. 

"The place is bigger than before," she commented.

"So they expanded.... Look, doesn't that mean you have no clue where we're going?" Emma said. "You know, shutting me out is not going to increase my confidence in you."

"Anyone ever tell you that reading people's minds doesn't exactly inspire trust?" Mystique shot back. "But if you think you can do better than me, Frost, by all means." She gestured ahead. "Just remember to turn into diamond if you go first. Someone might shoot you."

Emma glared daggers at her.

"Or we could just keep looking," Morph suggested faintly. "What do they need all these rooms for anyway? How many people have offices here now?"

"Don't you keep up with this at all in the X-men?" Mystique said, in disgust. "Every major country in the world has some politician here, keeping an eye on 'the mutant problem'--and getting their cut out of the labor, no doubt. They get the funding from somewhere, don't they? You could probably find a US senator here or there."

She looked down the hall. "And if I had to guess, the main office must be down there."

"Why?" Emma asked, wearily.

"That end opens out to the road," Mystique said. "The other end just opens to the prison--sorry, the work area. Not much of an escape, is it?"

She took off.

"Is this how spies think?" Scott asked. "Sounds like a lot of work just to think of possibilities, which may not even be true."

"I thought it was kind of cool," Morph said. "Like what Shine does, kind of, guessing what people will do based on their priorities. I could see the logic."

"Perhaps," Emma said. "But they feel safe enough here. I would think. She's just guessing. Probably wants to appear useful, that's all."

"She is useful," Morph said. "But we don't really talk about people like that on the X-men, Frost. We're just doing our best. Whoever does it, does it, that's all. We take turns. This isn't about who's the most valuable team member."

A door opened down the hall.

"And there're people there," Scott said. "So hurry."

They hurried to get out of sight.

The person, luckily, went down a different hallway.

Though hallway was almost too big a term for the narrow, little section between rooms that made up this place.

Mystique meanwhile had found what she was looking for--a room that looked unimportant from the outside but was locked.

She opened it easily enough, shifting into someone who was in uniform.

She almost got clocked by Wolverine because of that. Kitty and he were there just a second before.

But Mystique luckily ducked and turned back to her usual form.

"It's just me," she said.

"I'm weighin' my options, then," Logan said. "So ya found this place too."

Kitty was trying to force a cabinet open from the inside out.

"I can't see what I'm doing," she said. "Without keys..."

"I'll just cut it open," Wolverine said.

"Are you mad?" Mystique grabbed him before he could do this. "They'll know exactly who did this if you do that. Small chance we'll not get caught, then!"

"Hey, lady, I do this kind of thing all the time," Wolverine said.

"Yes, and everyone knows who you are and blames you for it in the news!" Mystique said. "Who doesn't get caught? Oh, right--me!" She frowned. "None of you have the slightest clue how to infiltrate somewhere."

"Well, subtlety is not our big thing," Wolverine said.

"Oh, hey, Logan." Morph looked in. "So this is the office?"

"No, this is a file room," Kitty said. "The office is next door. But, look, there's an in-between door. Figure it had to be important."

Mystique looked at her with something like pride. "Well, at least one of the new recruits has a half a brain," she said.

Kitty grinned.

"Oh, please," Logan said. "Why would that even matter? Just get the dang thing open."

"Because we'll waste time opening something that might not even have what we're looking for," Mystique said. "How about using your head?"

She went up to the cabinet. "As I thought--organized alphabetically."

"Oh, yeah, look." Kitty pointed. They had letter labels on them.

"Normally, people who have things to hide don't label them," Emma said, coming in and crossing her arms.

"People who have government support do," Mystique said. "Now, if you don't mind..."

She jimmied the one with the Ts open. "If Trask is here, it'll be under his name or the company's."

"Which is also Trask, right?" Kitty said.

"Yes," Mystique said. "Here." She handed her a file. "Since you're actually interested in doing this properly, start looking."

"She took over fast," Emma muttered.

"Make yourself useful and sort," Mystique said. "It takes a few minutes, usually. I hope Cyclops is guarding the door, since he probably can't read very well."

"I can read just fine!" Scott said. "This better work."

Morph grabbed files also. "Maybe we should look under mutation too," he said. "Or Genosha itself."

Emma put the file aside and instead went to a picture frame.

"Who would keep a picture in a filing room?" she asked.

Mystique turned. "Oh."

"Exactly." Emma pulled it off and revealed some kind of compartment behind it.

"Fifty bucks says there's some blueprints for things hidden in that," Morph said.

"You're on." Logan cut into it and wrenched the front off.

Emma pulled out some laminated items and peered at them.

"I don't recognize this, but it looks like machinery to me," she said. "But these aren't collars.... This looks more like plans to use mutations to power machines..."

"Oh..." Morph said. "Didn't Sinister have something that did that?"

"Something like it." Mystique frowned. "Sounds like him."

"This is appalling." Emma was paging through. "All of it is about mutant experiments..."

"It's worse than that." Kitty looked up. "I just found something.... It's about Trask. It's saying that the Sentinels were designed to capture mutants, but in time they were hoping to adapt them so that they could copy mutant powers. That's partly why they wanted to have so many mutants captured, to see if they could imitate their powers..."

Mystique had another file open. "This is taking about how the program was terminated by the last president, but Kelly had plans to reinstate it. Well, we could have guessed that. But then he canceled. Trask went into hiding after this place was busted...but the people who took over it kept his records..."

She looked up. "This means they were planning to bring him back, probably once it blew over.... I knew it. Threats like him never stay gone. He's too useful to the humans. And his partner too."

"But didn't Master Mold go rogue? How can they trust that?" Morph said.

"When has that ever stopped humans from trying again?" Emma said. "There're some old plans for that thing here too. I'll wager that Trask never knew they copied them, however, from the sound of it. Humans don't even treat each other well."

"What does all this tell us about Sinister?" Scott asked. "Hurry, I keep hearing people coming."

"Uh, yeah, some of them might know we're here..." Kitty said guiltily. "I scared a few."

"What?" Scott said. "You're not supposed to get caught."

"Give me a break. I was looking for this musty, old room!" she said.

"Can we take any of this with us?" Morph asked. "I bet there's a photo copier down here somewhere..."

"You want to print a copy?" Emma said.

"No, I just need a fax machine," Morph said.

"That'll take too long," Scott said. "We'll get caught."

"Not to bring my world into it again," Emma said, "but we took some of their technology like this to try to develop a counter measure. Wouldn't stealing these plans make more sense?"

"These plans might be old," Scott said. "We can't know they'll really use them. I just want Sinister."

"It's stupid not to prepare for every possibility," Mystique said. "Either steal them or copy them."

"We can't steal them--they'll find out," Scott said.

Kitty looked next door.

"No one's in that office," she said. "They do have a copy machine. Maybe we have time."

"Hank should see these," Morph insisted to Scott. "We might seriously regret it later if he doesn't.... We usually end up doing this kind of stuff, but then we're not any more prepared for next time."

Wolverine sniffed. "Well, people are comin' this way."

"Okay, here's what we do." Emma lost patience. "Morph, go do whatever you can with that copier. I will stall whoever is coming. The rest of you, stand guard and put this room back together. You can manage that, right? Good."

Without waiting for an answer, she stepped out into the hallway.

"She's seriously bossy," Kitty said. "I believe she was in charge of her own team--or she's just a snob."

"I guess we're doing this." Scott didn't sound happy. "So hurry."

Kitty and Morph went through the wall into the next-door room.

Mystique started putting the files back--apparently she remembered what order they were in.

Wolverine, not good at this, shoved the door back onto the safe, though it wouldn't fool anyone who looked at it, and rehung the picture over it.

He didn't usually take time to cover his tracks, and it annoyed him.

Scott looked out the window and tried to contact the others with the com-link.

He got through to some of them.

"We finally shook 'em," Rogue told him. "But we're clear on the other side of this yard now. Where're you? There's more varmints on their way."

"Still getting information," Scott said. "Where are the DJs?"

"Ain't seen 'em. Usually they're close to the action," Rogue said.

"If they went off on their own again," Scott said, "they are in so much trouble later."

"Right, sugar, but knowing them, they'll have a lead for us anyway," Rogue said. "Do ya want us to meet ya or...?"

"No," Scott said. "We have to try to get out of here unseen... Just keep them busy as far away from the office part of this as possible and then run for it. We'll need to make a quick get away."

"Roger that," Rogue said humorously. "Storm, ya got all that?"

"Yes, one distraction coming up," Storm called.

"Gambit was made for dis," Gambit agreed. "But don't let us have all de fun, Cyclops. Hurry yourself over here."

"Aha," Mystique suddenly said. She pulled out a thick file. "A list of transactions that Trask Industries made with parties. I doubt Sinister would have bought anything, but those other people might have."

She scanned it quickly. "All of this is typical government programs. You can tell just from the names."

"You can?" Scott said.

He got a disdainful look in response.

"If you've been a spy long enough," she said, like she was talking to a child. "But this one, down here at the bottom, this is a recent date too."

She held it up. "Last year. I don't recognize this 'business.' A-List Supplies."

"That sounds like an office supplies store," Scott said.

"For a pilot," Logan added.

"Deceptively innocent?" Mystique said, like it was obvious. "That's always suspicious. Unless you think an office supplies store wants to sell mutation-blocking collars."

"Well, does it say how many?" Scott asked.

"No, but the amount they paid for it ought to give an idea," Mystique said coolly.  "Much smaller than the others. I've heard that the black markets on this collar sell them for 5,000 a piece, if you get it cheap."

 "5,000?" Scott almost choked. "How do these groups get that kind of money?"

"They steal it," Mystique said, like it was that obvious. "How do criminals ever get money? Or they have 'investors.' But we're assuming that hideout we discovered was a private thing, not government, given the location...and style...and the cult-ish look of it. People like that get money by drawing in people who have resources to their little cult. Rich people." She shrugged. "But we have a name."

"A stupid name," Logan said.

"Deceptively non-threatening," Mystique reiterated.

She shoved the file back. "I'd check this out myself if I found it perusing this place before."

"So you did do that before," Scott said. "Why didn't you just tell us where this room was?"

"I never found this room before," Mystique said. "Had to escape before I got that far. Why would I have wasted time looking for it if I knew where it was?"

"To torture us," Scott said. "Or to stall."

Mystique just gave him a look.

Kitty looked back in. "Morph said if you guys are done, you should leave this room, just in case."

"I'd better check on Frost," Scott said. "Things are too quiet out there."

He opened the door and looked out in the hallway. No sign of Emma.

"Great," he said.

* * *

Emma, in fact, had seen someone, and they'd run for it as soon as they saw her outfit.

Rather than alerting the others, she'd just mentally blasted at them and raced after them herself.

She'd stopped them all right, but then noticed security cameras were watching them.

"Oh, brilliant," she said. "They'll be on us like flies now."

But she heard a crash from outside and assumed the X-men were causing some kind of distraction.

Well, good, but it would buy them a little time.

Not being one to ask others for permission, Emma decided to just take matters into her own hands.

She got the location of the camera room from the worker she'd KO-ed already and headed right for that room.

It wasn't even locked.

Rather than be stupid enough to open the door, knowing they'd have seen her coming, Emma just put all the people inside to sleep, then opened the door coolly, and walked in.

She found the 80's tech a little tricky to navigate, but then so painfully easy, once she figured it out, that she almost felt sorry for the humans trying to use it. Erasing the footage of the X-men was so pathetically easy.

And then she turned off all the security cameras.

The only problem was she was so busy doing this, she forgot to check the hallway, and when she stepped out of the door, she only then realized she sensed other people who were not unconscious.

She normally would have turn diamond at once, but she stopped--afraid of what it would do to her--also some kind of mental aversion just presented itself.

Red fire flashed, in her mind's eye, and so much energy that it seared the inside of your soul even to feel it--

Emma was so used to being entirely in control of everything that she didn't even recognize her flashback as PTSD, and it threw her off guard.

Something zapped her for real then, but it wasn't fire--it was a stun gun that some guards who had raced to this room, after getting no answer to their call for a status update, were carrying.

Emma was grabbed and handcuffed before she could recover from the shock.

"She's a mutant. She has to be," the guards said. "No chance. We need one of those collars, stat."

"You know where to find them. Hurry up, before she comes out of it," said the other.

The guard rushed down the hall.

"Not bad, though, for a mutant," the other guard muttered, regarding Emma with a look she knew all too well.

Once she got out of this, she'd fry him, she thought to herself. Her mind trying to recover fast enough to do something.

Her head spun instead. 

Suddenly, someone whooshed past, and the guard suddenly let go of her and slammed into the wall.

"Hey, look, it's the ice queen." That was that Flash person.

Nightcrawler poofed out of thin air. "Mister--I mean Flash, hurry, there's more guards coming from the outside.... Oh...Miss Frost, hold on."

He poofed Emma out of the restraints. "Did they hurt you? Can you speak?"

"Ow," she said, finally. "I'm fine.... Just a stun gun.... Where have you been?"

"We had some stuff to do," Wally said. "Can you walk or should we carry you? We gotta jet, lady. They're onto us now."

"You don't say?" Emma said. "I can walk." She reached out and almost fell over. "Just a moment..."

"I vill take her," Kurt said. "Shine might need backup."

"Shine's got this," Wally said. "No ordinary human is a match for her. I'm more concerned about the others. Where are they?"

"Currently, trying to steal information," Emma said. "I can show you where they are.... Oh, wait, I can't."

"Show Kurt," Wally said. "Go warn them to get out. I'll try to stop any guards on their way here, for now."

He dashed off.

"I will say, as infantile as I find some of his remarks, he is leagues better than Quicksilver," Emma said.

"Is gut to hear you praise someone's good points," Kurt said. "Come, guide me to the others."

"Very well," Emma said. "You know, you have some of your mother's annoying sass. Don't you start with me."

"I had not thought of her as sassy," Kurt said. "Or myself. But if you say so, Fraulein."

"Right there, that's what I meant," Emma said. "Stop that."

"How about ve just go help the others?" Kurt suggested.

He was as straight-laced as the Nightcrawler she knew.

But no matter, she'd always found him one of the least annoying members of the X-men.

She mentally imputed the location of the others to his mind.

Kurt poofed them there almost at once.

"Frost?" Cyclops was coming down the hall. "There you are. Hello, Nightcrawler. Where did you go? I said to keep watch."

"No, I said that," Emma said. "And that is what I did. All the cameras are now off, and the footage is deleted. You're welcome."

Cyclops paused. "Well, still, you have to follow orders," he said. "But I suppose that's useful. Just don't wander off again."

Emma thought for the 100th time how unlike the Cyclops she knew he was.

She didn't like this one very much. But by far the worst part was that he was somehow in charge of the X-men. Who's idea was that? Probably Xavier's--that man never knew how to utilize people's talents.

[True...]

* * *

"Can't you make this thing working any faster?" Kitty asked Morph.

"You know, these 80s printers only work so fast!" Morph said. "This is the age of Xerox, for crying out loud. Just let me focus."

"On what? What's happening?" Kitty said snarkily.

"Shut up, Shadow Cat," Mystique said. "Make yourself useful and check the outside."

Kitty rolled her eyes but did so. "Nothing."

"Well, I don't like this," Wolverine said. "I'm used to bein' in the front of the action."

"Maybe you shouldn't have chosen babysitting duty, then," Mystique said.

"I'm not being babysat--I was helping!" Kitty said.

"Ya want to take over?" Logan said to Mystique. "Be my guest. Ya seem to like it anyway."

"Unlike you, I actually know what I'm doing here," Mystique said.

"Guys, this is not helping," Morph said.

They were silent for a moment.

"Okay, I think that was the last of it," Morph said. "Now we just have to put these papers back."

"I'll do it," Mystique said. "Anyone else would mess it up."

"Great vote of confidence," Wolverine muttered. "Yer team must have loved havin' ya on it."

"Running a team of mutants teaches you very quickly not to trust other people's competence," Mystique said savagely before Kitty phased her through the wall.

Morph laughed.

Logan glanced at him.

"What...? It was kind of funny..." he said. "I mean...in a mean way."

"Yeah, so not funny," Logan said. "She's a temp at best. Not the kind of mission I'd normally like 'er bein' on."

"She's good at it though," Morph said. "We could learn a thing or two. We're not very good spies."

"Who needs to spy?" Logan said.

[Which is funny, because he goes undercover quite often.]

* * *

Shine and Wally had of course had their own plans about the island.

Shine was always one to think of extra things.

Since she was human, and looked it, it was easy for her to walk up to the counter of the office part of the building.

"Excuse me," she said. "I think I lost my ID in the bathroom."

"Heard that one before," the guy at the desk said. "You're probably just some wannabe tourist."

"Who got past your fence and guards?" Shine said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'm sure that reason is going to hold up to your supervisor when I explain to them what happened. Just tell me who you report to." She tapped her fingernails on the counter.

"What's your name?" She tried to look at his name badge.

The guy leaned back. "All right, all right, say I believe you. What name should I be looking for?" He typed in something to the computer.

"It's a little hard to pronounce," Shine said, waiting for Wally to hear her. "It's spelled G-O-T-C-H-A."

"G-O..." The guy was typing it into the database. "Wait, doesn't that spell--?"

"Gotcha!" Wally dashed up behind him and knocked him out. "That was hilarious."

"I thought you'd like that one," Shine said.

"I could have punched him without you doing that," Wally said.

"And he wouldn't have typed in the password to the computer, sweetie," Shine said, climbing around the desk and sitting down. "These 80's screens all look so different, but I used to use my grandma's older computer, so I hope it's still similar enough..."

"Try files," Wally suggested. "I think it's that right here... The only computers this old I used were in the library at school, so...."

Shine clicked on an icon, and it seemed to take forever to load the files.

"Ah, here we are," she said. "Registered mutant workers..."

"Aren't we looking for Trask?" Wally said.

"The others will be looking for that," Shine said. "I have other ideas.... Any of these names sound familiar? I never read the comics. I only watched the movies."

"Same for me," Wally said.

"Okay, someone will find us," Shine said. "Go keep them off me. I have to keep trying here."

"Gotcha." Wally winked, and dashed away. Shine heard someone get slammed a second later.

She ignored it and kept looking.

Some other guards came in.

"Hey, lady, what are you doing? Are you supposed to be at this desk? Where's your name tag?"

"It's Noplay," Shine said, not even looking up.

"Noplay...what is that?" one of them said.

"No play-ce you need to know about," Shine finished.

"Oh, you did not!" They drew what looked like tasers.

Shine ducked.

Wally came back and snatched both of them and shoved them into a closet.

"Cut it a little close, baby," he said.

Shine sat back up. "Here's something interesting," she said. "I found shipping lists also. They must manufacture some of the collars here still, right? Either that, or they get them sent in from somewhere else. It has to be one of these companies... Most of them just sound like regular supply ones. Some of them even match our world, which is creepy. But listen to this: Pro-Humanity. That has anti-mutant written all over it."

"Yeah, written in computer code," Wally joked. "Should we write that down?"

"Already am." Shine had a sticky-note pad and a pen. "Also Trask's name comes up quite often. How many groups have those collars now?"

"Maybe those are not all collars though," Wally said. "What about weapons that work on mutants? They have to be working on that."

"They, the vague, sinister figures of our public concern, always are working on something," Shine said. "But specifically that? I think it's likely, but Genosha focuses on using mutants, not eradicating them, unless they make trouble. Hmm..." She pulled up another file. "Cell Block M. Creative. I bet this is where they put the trouble makers."

She wrote something else down. "I have to get them. Who knows what they do to them here?"

"There's a staircase down that way," Wally said. "What about me?"

"Just get me there and then keep looking for anyone coming in," Shine said. "I can handle getting people out of prison just fine. I've done it a dozen times by now. Remember the ship with Dabi?"

"I couldn't forget that," Wally said. "If you're sure. Just watch out for humans."

"Sure," Shine said. "I'll smile and wave."

Wally ran her to the stairs, and she raced down them.

He ran back, smacking a few more people.

* * *

Shine used her sword to bust through any door on her way to the cells, and then she found about 10 or so mutants who must have been held in there for trying to escape or hurt some overseer who got too cheeky.

They looked at her out of their cell doors like she was a ghost.

"Who wants to get out of here?" Shine asked.

"Is that some kind of joke?" one rough-looking one said.

"Likstar?" suddenly one said.

Shine blinked. "Oh my gosh." She raced up to the door. "Ape? What are you doing here?"

Ape, one of the Morlocks who'd left with Callisto when Shine expelled her from their house, looked at her warily. Then ashamedly. "Ape get separated from other Morlocks while running away. End up on ship to Genosha."

"I suppose that they are still illegally kidnapping mutants should not shock me," Shine said dryly. "Well, tell these other fine people that I am a friend."

"You here to save?" Ape said.

"I can manage that, I think." Shine cut open the cell. "If we hurry."

Some alarm went off.

"Let us out!" the other mutants all said. Apparently that Ape knew her was good enough for them.

Shine freed the rest of them.

"What mutant are you?" they asked.

"Not one," Shine said. "Just a friend."

"Not...a mutant?" they puzzled. "Why are you letting us out, then?"

"Because I don't believe in leaving people hostage when you can free them," Shine said. "Now, I can provide a way out of here, but you have to trust it. It will take you to the mainland of America, NYC. Is that agreeable to everyone? You don't get a lot of choice about it, actually."

"Better than here," they said. "They're going to recondition us. Just another word for brainwashing us into thinking we belong here. Stupid punks."

"All right." Shine opened a door. "Go, now. Be ready to run."

"Thanks," at least one of them said. Most of them just ran for it.

Ape cast Shine a questioning look, but didn't say anything else to her as he ran out.

"Ten lepers healed," Shine said. "And only 1 came back. Things never change, do they?--ah!" She suddenly screamed as something hit her like a jolt of electricity.

A guard had come in and used a stun weapon on her, unheard by anyone over the commotion.

"A mutant who can teleport people?" the person said, coming up to her warily. "That's new.... I'm sure they'll want to use you."

Shine was not fully unconscious, but the stun gun had hurt her much worse than a mutant, who tended to be more tough than the average person, physically. So she couldn't muster enough motor control to try to get away when she was yanked up and dragged out of the room.

[Uh oh...]