Rebounding from learning of her biological father’s secret, the former human right’s advocate; Ziccarra Liafador has become a mutant equality advocate. The growing tensions between Mutant-Human relations have reached a fever pitch, in an effort to regain some stability the former Malagan beauty, Z enlist the help of what will be known as the Trinity. The X-Gene has been credited with bestowing abilities upon people at some point throughout their life; however in South Africa a little girl named Kari; has developed the unique ability to grant or remove the powers from either Humans or Mutants. Her unique ability has been publicly praised in Africa making her a target for anti-mutant groups. Can the Trinity secure Kari, before the world eats her alive.?
“I hate needles” she whispered, slowly quivering as the syringe broke her skin. Sweat poured down the side of her face, eventually dripping down to a puddle on the floor. She always waited until the last moment, diabetes wasn’t something she knew ran in her family; but given the circumstances of her birth she could really make a case for her habitual tardiness.
Turning on her side with her blanket pulled to her shoulders, she held a small picture of her daughter at birth in her hands. Times were so much simpler; or at least from the top they appeared to be. At the bottom things were getting tougher, mutants and humans were in the midst of a dominance race; Anti-mutant and Pro-human groups were popping up everywhere.
Secret Human cabals met to discuss how to rid themselves of the “Mutant Problem” much, like the Mutant Cabals did. There were hold nations dedicated to mutant supremacy and vice versa; it would seem like all they needed was a reason to collide.
That reason was supplied just a few days ago, scientist in the Eastern Cape of South Africa; found what a small child that could, activate or deactivate the X-gene. As far out as it seemed, their results were verified by scientist from all over Europe.
It didn’t take long for mutant activist to move in on the young child, the South African Military force wasted no time in repelling them; but extreme threats from anti-mutant organizations have called for 360 security around the child.
Her premature sleep was disrupted by the thoughts of this little child being her daughter, she knew her child was safe with Quintus, but there was a frightened little girl with more power than she could imagine; being hunted.
Sliding from her bed, she immediately put her new navy blue and white ensemble on and marched to the proposed war room. The cold catacombs, once belonged to an enemy of the Red Cardinals, known as The Bravehart Order; this intricate “bat-cave” was funded by Samantha Weston; not many people knew of her however, her family lineage trailed back to the Rothschild family.
Standing in the middle of the Catacombs, the Spanish Marquesta remained conflicted on a decision to enter South Africa. From what she knew of her team, some of them were more than equipped for the mission at hand, Cassandra has a track record longer than Ziccarra’s leg, and Xenon was a mutant supremacist; though his views on white people could be biased. She knew very little about Alexander, Atticus and Blair other than the fact they were willing to join blindly.
She stood still conflicted, trying to think her decision through, finally she mentally cursed and called a team meeting.
Z stood with her hands coupled in front of her, there was a certain patience about her that played down the seriousness of the situation.
“I know we have not known each other that long, but we have a mission” She started, making sure her face expressed the proper concern.
“We’re going after the South African child, we are probably not going to be the only ones looking for her, but she needs to be extracted from Africa. As long as she is there her life is in danger. We this will be a covert operation, if met by hostiles….leave no witnesses.” She said, walking past them swiftly. Killing wasn’t her style, but as she soon found out, some adjustments would have to be made.