In front of the instruments, Stark, Schiller, and Charles wore grave expressions.
Jarvis, who was operating the machine, looked up and said, "We can no longer read more data from the deeper layers of his mental space. His brain waves are hovering on the edge of losing control. Should we continue?"
Stark hesitated slightly, but still said, "No. Shut the machine down first. We can't take the risk."
"In fact, this is already risky enough." Schiller stared at the data on the instrument. "Even using machines to conduct brain-wave interference tests isn't as controllable as you imagine. If something goes wrong, this entire building will be blown to ashes."
Wanda, who was sitting nearby, stood up and said, "I'm ready. In a moment, I'll touch each of you, leaving Scarlet Beacons in your bodies. That will be our final safeguard for getting out."
Stark looked at Schiller and asked, "Which personality trait are you sending in?"
"I'd certainly like to gang up on him, but the brain-wave interference data doesn't look promising. It's hard to determine his mental bandwidth. Sending in too many personality traits rashly could cause him to lose control, so I'm sending the one who can fight best."
Stark swallowed and said, "The one who doesn't talk?"
"He can talk. He just never says more than necessary when he can solve things with his hands."
Schiller turned to Charles and said, "I won't be going this time. That leaves us a slot for an assault specialist and ensures sufficient firepower. You'll serve as the brain of this team. Remember, this is only a reconnaissance mission. Don't go too deep. If anything feels wrong, withdraw immediately."
Charles nodded solemnly.
Looking at David, bare-chested inside the testing chamber, Charles, as a fellow Mutant, understood better than the others just