"The situation is as it stands. Thanks to that mysterious person intervening, he wiped out the rebel guards and left us room to handle things."
Inside The Pentagon, in a room whose security was so tight not even a cockroach could crawl in, several people in military uniforms, wearing high-ranking insignia and identification badges, were conversing.
The lights had been deliberately dimmed so that no one attending the meeting could clearly make out the others' expressions.
At one end of the solid wood conference table, a man who was clearly a high-ranking official gave an imperceptible nod. He was very satisfied after hearing the staff officer's analysis.
"Very good. Someone can take the blame for the massacre. It doesn't matter if they don't have a clear photograph of the culprit. Issue a nationwide wanted notice first, then notify our NATO allies and have them hunt this person down as well."
"That mysterious person can manipulate metal. Say on the wanted notice that he's a foreign Mutant. That way, the domestic public won't have anything to say." A smiling voice came from another patch of darkness.
Who knew what that ability to make metal fly around actually was? But as long as the military said it was a Mutant and a foreign destructive force, then that was what it was.
"Have someone sketch a portrait for the wanted notice. It doesn't matter whether it looks like him or not, as long as we have something to show for it. Our more troublesome issue now is Captain America. Madame Hydra exposed footage of him killing people, and those troublemaking media outlets have already spread the news everywhere. This will damage the military's image and may even further affect next year's budget."
The man at the head of the table brought the previous