Mr. Sinister still carried himself with the arrogant air of a British aristocrat. Every gesture seemed to proclaim one thing to those around him: I am not like you!
He watched the two people fighting as though admiring works of art, his gaze so fervent that it made Daisy uncomfortable. Madelyne might be a clone, but she was still a clone of her daughter-in-law. What was this old bastard plotting?
"Back in the nineteenth century, not long after Darwin first published his theory of evolution, I encountered them: the younger versions of Scott Summers and Jean Grey. To me, it was a surprise, a miracle. In them, I saw the future of human genetics," Mr. Sinister said firmly.
Daisy shook her head mockingly and mercilessly shattered his fantasy. "That is merely a future born from your own imagination, Mr. Nathaniel Essex. Your understanding of this matter is far too limited. Let me tell you the truth. If you had one million scientists and one million computers study it for a thousand years, they could unravel the secrets of Mutants. Do you have that kind of time?"
"If I wanted to, I could do it," Mr. Sinister said darkly.
Daisy snorted. "If I wanted to, I could make sure you could not. You are a talented man, Mr. Nathaniel Essex, but this pond has limited your vision. Are you willing to work for me?"
She had never made up her mind to eradicate these clowns. One reason was the relationship between Jean and Cyclops; it was truly inconvenient for her to get involved. The other was Mr. Sinister. This fellow really was a talent, one of the few beings who were not gods yet possessed an intelligence rating of 7.
Mr. Sinister answered her recruitment with a cold sneer. Its general