[The wheelchair and the bald head... damn you, Nathaniel!]
Hearing Little Charles's undisguised mutter, Miles, who was facing Warden Kang, felt the corner of his mouth twitch.
He suppressed his exasperation and turned his attention back to Kang's livid face. His floating chair drifted forward as he smiled. "We meet again, Mr. President."
"How did you know my plan?" Warden Kang asked, staring hard at Miles. "Even with your abilities, you couldn't have broken through my information blockade so easily!"
"You can take your time guessing later," Miles said. "For now, you have two choices: surrender, or let us dismantle this mechanical double of yours too."
"You think you've already won?" Warden Kang sneered. He looked toward Little Charles and the rest of the Mutant legion. "Get them!"
"Kill these intruders!"
Kang's order struck like a spark in a powder keg.
"Roar!!"
"Hraaah..."
Hundreds of newly awakened Mutant clones let out bestial howls. Bloodshot veins flooded their cloudy eyes as they charged Steve and the others.
Mr. Sinister had given them only a limited understanding of the world. Almost all they had left was the instinct to obey the "president." Heavy footsteps and frenzied roars filled the hangar.
Steve raised his shield. Bucky's mechanical arm gave a faint click, while Crossbones lifted his gun.
The fight was about to erupt.
But just as they braced for the charge, an invisible psychic storm descended with the force of a mountain crashing into the sea!
Bzz—!
Psychic pressure!
There was no sound, no flash of light.
Hundreds of Mutant clones screamed at once and froze in place.
Many clutched their heads and shrieked. Everything in their sight warped and spun until the world seemed to vanish, leaving only the boy sitting quietly in his floating chair.
The Enhanced Psychic Amplifier was a