Trask stood before the sentinel head in Genosha, tapping his fingers on the railing of the balcony that overlooked the large holding hall of a Sentinel far beyond his scope. Master Mold, it had been termed. It was the first Sentinel. Before the one the X-Men destroyed years ago. It was larger than the rest, and nowadays it was merely a head and a skeleton of a body. But it held the key to destroying the Mutants once and for all.

He had been made a fool after Washington, his machines played a part in the destruction of the city. But he had managed to play it down as the Mutants being violent and acting out. He sighed heavily and walked through the door behind him to another large hall, holding many other Sentinels within it.

"Run the tests, Dr Grove." Trask ordered, talking into a microphone situated on the railing. Dr Grove nodded from a control booth nearby and ran a simulation. Several of the sentinels were torn apart by rocket fire, showering sunset sparks and metal all on the ground. Immediately the Sentinels started to rebuild, leaving Trask in Awe.

"Living Metal." He said quietly, grinning. "That's what we needed. Metal that could construct, reconstruct and deconstruct itself at will, to a specific shape. Dr Grove exited the control room and walked towards Trask, a tablet in hand. "We were lucky that a piece of Colossus survived the Phoenix sir. But now that we have no more need for what is left of him. Should we kill him?"

"Certainly not. Take him to Britain. I've made a deal, the brits get his body, I get the Sentinels and all the mutants I want in the country."

Dr. Grove nodded and walked away, back to the control room. Leaving Trask to sit there in his own thoughts, grinning to himself with slight glee. Several 6 footers would be deployed to many locations through England, and one of the larger ones would be placed in Yorkshire, hidden from the eyes of the world.

He glanced to the side, and saw that chief engineer was approaching. His eye was torn out years ago, and the recent alloy had allowed him to have a fake one placed in and painted. "Sir. The 50 footers black box has been recovered, rebuilding has started again. With the new alloy included. Production speeds should increase tenfold."

"Good." Trask nodded, walking down the walkway. "As soon as it is ready, prepare it for travel to Russia. They're very interested in it's abilities."

Sabretooth paced the room, retracting his claws and then popping them out again. He'd been doing it so much that his healing factor was having problems keeping up, and his fingers were bleeding. He had Wolverine, and then the damn Sentinel made him lose track. Deadpool didn't help matters.

Mystique rolled her eyes and changed her shape, taking on the form of a nurse in a nearby hospital. She was going on a date with a senator. She hated his guts, but she had things she needed to do. Azazel on the other hand was gone, he'd taken a trip to Russia to investigate the possibility of Trask selling Sentinels. They wanted to disrupt it.

"I'm going out. I need to find Logan." Sabretooth declared, walking past Blob. Who had his hand in a bowl of mayonnaise and skittles. His mouth was covered in the white dressing, with multi-coloured flecks in it. It was vile.

"Fine with me." Mysique muttered, swaying her hips as she moved, Jacknife watching her hungrily. "Have fun."

PLOT DEVELOPS. MISSIONS ARE SET UP. WHO WILL WIN. WHO WILL BECOME TURDUCKENS?! FIND OUT THIS SUNDAY IN DUBYA DUBYA EEEEE SUNDAY SUPERSLAM.

^Hopefully.