"How could this happen?" Von Dack stared at the six empty slots in the case, his face full of despair. "The thing I feared most has happened after all."
"Tsk." Aaron smacked his lips. "Let me add to what I said earlier: nine times out of ten, life doesn't go your way. The other one or two times, it goes especially badly."
"You really know how to comfort people." Von Dack spoke weakly. "I came too late. The Mutants may have developed long ago. They've already become a force to be reckoned with."
"What are you going to do?" Sif asked. "Kill them one by one?"
"I'd like to, but that isn't realistic." Von Dack revealed a bitter smile. "More than half a century is enough time for many Mutants to activate the genes within their bodies. If there were only a dozen, or even several dozen, I might be able to kill them all with enough time. But the real number could be in the hundreds or thousands. I'm just an ordinary Kree warrior. I can't kill that many Mutants."
"You're just an ordinary warrior?" Mike asked incredulously. "Isn't that taking modesty a little too far?"
"What I mean is, like most Kree, I don't have any so-called superpowers."
"Even if you did, it wouldn't be enough!" Aaron laughed mockingly. "Just now, a living, breathing Inhuman was standing right in front of you, and you didn't notice. That proves the Inhumans have already hidden themselves among human society. Unless your superpower is specifically detecting Inhumans, accurately finding them would be a problem in itself."
Von Dack did not argue. Instead, he nodded in agreement. "Perhaps I should return to Hala, report the situation, and request assistance."
"No." Coulson immediately vetoed the idea. "Right now, only one Kree knows about