Sally stood atop a police car, megaphone in hand, leading her crowd in chants. There were people from all walks of life here. Not just mutants. It seemed as if the entire gamut of the progressive movement had turned up in one way or another. Right down to the professional protesters of Empire State University.Ā Some of them didnāt even know the depth of the case were supporting. That was for the best. Get moderate mutants involved, with a rumour like this one of medical mistreatment. Show them that itās not just one mutant suffering. Expose them to the reality of the situation. The hanger-on humans were simply useful idiots at this point. They were increasing the audience, priding themselves as being on the right side of history, but would they accept their obsolescence? Would they hell. She saw some movement out of the corner of her eye. An entourage of suits. Maybe theyād be able to get some hospital boss on camera, challenge him on mutant rights abuses. Didnāt matter if it was true or not. Nobody would believe his denials. That was no hospital boss. That was Tony Stark. Sally broke off her chant, whirling to turn her megaphone on him.Ā āOh, look at the superhero!ā Some of the crowd began booing. Yelling insults at Stark for his arms dealer history.Ā āYou trying to soothe your conscience, allying yourself with these criminals! That make you feel at home?ā
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