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Warlock stood before Magneto, a bit confused after an hour long grilling about the Technovirus and its effects, seeing it had seemed more like an interigation to the alien.
"So, Cloak can be turned into a carrier of the virus then..." Conclude/questioned Magneto.
[Self is 94% sure Self-Master] Answered Warlock.
"Excellent." Stated Magneto smuggly. "But we must move fast if we are to take advantage of this opportunity. We will do it tonight."
Magneto turned to look at Longshot, who was standing at his side.
"Thanks to the bumbling actions of Tessa there is little we can do to win the hearts of Cloak and Dagger. But we may be able to salvage something out of this fiasco. If the Technovirus plan fails, then I want to have someone who may be able to talk to them in the future without being attacked on sight. You already seem to have a basic rapport with them, and I intend to exploit that. When the time is right, when we reveal our 'treachery' to Cloak, he will of course try to escape."
"Your part in our little 'production' will be to ensure that he does so. You will play the sympathetic hero who helped him escape from a situation he otherwise would not have been able to survive."
"I trust you are up for the task?" Asked Magneto, as he grinned evilly at Longshot.
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Longshot bowed his blond head and partially in obedience, and partally to hide his smile. "My Lord, I am yours to command. I am ready for any task you would put me to."
He looked up at Warlock, and smiled, "My alien friend, I do enjoy this opportunity to work with you. I have not yet been lucky enough to make your acquaintance beyond small pleasantries."
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"Warlock, prepare Longshot as previously planned." Ordered Magneto.
[Yes Self-Master.] Replied Warlock obediantly. He reached out with his right arm towards Longshot. The aliens 'arm' became fluid, and enveloped Longshots head for several long moments before withdrawing. [Self-Friend Longshot has been prepared as ordered.]
"Well done my pet. Now go seek out Cloak, and prepare him as well."
[Yes Self-Master]
Warlock departed in a swift manner. Touching Longshots mind as closely as Self had had left Self feeling mildly disturbed. He made his way through the base by slithering from shadow to shadow until he came to Cloaks door. Tessa was with him, but this made no difference.
Warlock slipped a tiny part of his mass throught the crack under the door, targeted Cloak, and fired a dart the size of a dust mite at him. The dart struck Cloak in the neck, with no apparent effect, and Warlock retreated from the room as silently as he had intruded.
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Longshot put his hand to his head, three fingers spread across his skull, and he looked up at Magneto, his ever present arrogance slipping for just a moment. There was something in his eyes that Magneto might never have seen on the face of his assassin.
Fear.
But, then it faded and he whispered, "My Lord, I am and ever shall be yours to command."
He turned away, his legs a bit unsteady and said, "This certainly is a unique sensation. I--I rather enjoy it."
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Magneto followed Longshot through the hallways at a discrete distance. Eric was not part of this 'act', but he still wanted to be close enough to savor the performance.
He watched Longshot arrive at the doorway to Cloaks quarters. Longshot paused while Warlock morphed into a formidable looking form.
The alien now stood 8 feet tall, and resembled a Templar knight on steroids. Warlock looked down at Longshot. In one hand he held a glowing globe, a device that would prevent Cloak from teleporting.
Technovirus, Infecting Cloak
