"Dammit, how does..? Snake in there, under the tree, around the rabbit..? No, damn... Never could get these stupid things to work... How am I supposed to play aide when I can't even figure out a damn tie?
...
Celvice, you could do more than just sit there gawking you know!" The frustrated mutant turned toward the Shogunate's agent, an amused smirk on her face as she sat patiently at the dinky hotel's coffee table. Unlike her Orochi brethren she had forsaken the trademark crimson red ninja attire for something more fitting for her assignment: a simple white blouse with a grey jacket, all accentuated with a form fitting pencil skirt.
Her gaze went from the pathetic fumbling at his neck to his eyes, annoyance displayed clearly in her narrowed stare. At the outset of their journey together he had cowered at her gaze, his eyes turned aside and his throat swallowed hard. Those were fun times.
Celvice rose from her seat, briskly walked over and cinched the tie to his throat. "Grk!" She kept her eyes on her work, ignoring his attempts at communication, the choked out pleas for mercy, even going so far as to shrug off his attempts to tap out. In a blur of motion she fastened his tie in the traditional Windsor knot and left it there as his face went blue, turning back the couch and plopping down upon it. The recent lack of activity did not sit well with her.
McClain clawed at the tie, wrestling his fingers into the tight knot and eventually dislodged the key piece of fabric that was crushing his windpipe. He stood there, hunched over, gasping for the next three minutes as oxygen, and color, returned to him.
"Thanks" he choked.
Now properly attired, he was off on his stroll down historic Pennsylvania Avenue, alone. Where he was With each step he came closer to Capitol Hill, to House Speaker Eric Grimmler's office. He strolled in through the front entrance, flashing his ID card to the guard at the makeshift checkpoint. With a slight nod he was let through. This next part he'd prepared for weeks ahead of time. By rewriting his DNA and coding it so it fell within standard human deviation he could trick the scanner into allowing him through. He did this by maintaining his immune system at a very precise level of effectiveness and keeping the original configuration of his DNA disguised as an infection in his left hand. Too weak an immune system and the mutant "infection" spread, too strong and he condemned himself to life as a muggle, making the entire operation meaningless.
He stepped through the scanners, surrendering his right hand so they could draw the pinprick of blood they needed to test his DNA. An eternity passed as they examined the results, sweat began to bead around his forehead as they pointed to the screen, tracing an invisible circle upon it, both seemingly confused.
Then the guard's eyes rose to meet the mutants, and he spoke.
"Oh you're still here? You can go through. Sorry, got distracted. Lenny here was showing me this video of a cat scaring away a raccoon. Crazy right?" The guard chuckled as Christopher wiped his brow. "Yeah, pretty crazy..."
From there it was up the stairs to a secondary checkpoint. The scanners had already checked for metal, metas, and mutations, but it was up to a manual search to find more exotic weapons created from glass, plastics, and the odd magical artifact. As an ungloved hand touched his left wrist ge felt a familiar jolt run down his spine.
A mutant.
Judging by the sensation of his DNA he possessed the gift of super strength, one if the more common mutations.
Is it one of the Shogunate's spies? One of the "good" mutants the governnent actually trusts? Maybe someone else that's managed to sneak in? You know what, it doesn't matter. He's not in the game plan.
Looking directly ahead Christopher McClain, known to these people as Christopher Caplain, was waved forward into the building. Hurriedly he made his way past the guards and began a measured jog to the Speaker's office.
He wasn't about to be late on his first day.
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