Ever since she had deserted Magneto Mystique had thrown herself into the task of looking for young mutants with potential with vigour. Their power would help to protect her from Magneto’s wrath and further her own agenda into the bargain. Finding them was more difficult now that she didn’t possess Magneto’s mutant detection technology, but it was not impossible; if she kept monitoring enough communications sooner or later she would find what she was looking for.
Recently rumours had reached her attention about a young boy at an orphanage, Isaak Friedman. Reports from the Orphanage about other children going insane on a regular basis, rumours which linked the instances to Isaak, too many to ignore, which led to her obtaining his file through government channels. On reading it her suspicions led her to scheduling a meeting with the boy.
The door of the sedan with darkened windows opened and out stepped a woman in her early thirties with dyed blonde hair, smoothing her green business jacket reflexively as she walked into the Orphanage. If it turned out the boy was not a mutant this would be a wasted trip. But Mystique hoped it was not and had prepared the necessary paperwork to begin the adoption process, moulding her features to appear close enough to Isaak’s to be a relative, a long-last aunt to be exaxt to speed the adoption even more.
“Lizzie Johannsen to see Isaak Friedman.” She told the receptionist, tapping manicured nails against the old wooden desk.
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