Senator Kelly sat crosslegged, finger to his temple and leaning towards the right in the leather chair he'd had flown over from Russia. It was backed by the silky coat of a Bengal tiger and woven with Ivory from varying Rhinos in the African continent.

Life couldn't be grand, but the Sentinels in Washington had caused problems for his campaign. He had the backing of Trask, their goals aligned, but becoming the president would now be a further pain the neck. The opinion polls had dropped dramatically for him, but his silver tongue had managed to bring them back up to near enough what they had been.

"Trask, I hope you have a good reason for me to continue accepting your support." Kelly told him, watching the short man closely on the video screen. Eyes hidden behind glasses, the light making it hard to follow them. He smoothed out a crease on his blue suit and followed up. "Your little stunt with the Sentinels may have cost me my presidency."

"Relax, Kelly. There's always a way to ensure we succeed. You'll soon see Sentinels helping to rebuild the city." Trask replied, smiling ever so smugly. He glanced away for a moment and nodded before looking back. "My father had a vision, one I aim to see continued. He doesn't speak of what happened, but I know that the Mutants played a part. First they bully him, then they scar New York City.Now they gouge Washington. We'll ensur-"

"Listen to yourself Trask. You sound like a child, and not a businessman I can trust." Kelly responded, cutting him off. "Fix Washington, get me my votes or I cannot be helped, and won't allow myself to be helped by you."

"Senator Kelly, your two O'Clock is waiting." A young voice piped up, opening the door of his office. The senator nodded, and got up from his seat. "Farewell, Trask."

Trask looked at the tank in front of him, holding the body of Guardian. Or rather, a body of Gurdian. They would soon be testing the fusion of nanomachines to human tissue. And this was how they were going to do it.

Then Alpha Flight would become the first human Sentinels.

What Trask didn't take into account, was the Beta Flight team member who had been stalking him. Something interesting was about to happen...

The man stood on the cusp of desolation, staring at the barren lands of America. The giants walls could be seen from his position, lining the corridor up. He flicked a lighter open, and brought it to a cigarette. The light from a torch caught the silver glint on his arm, and he glanced to see his two closest allies making their way over.

"Are we ready for this? Will we succeed this time?" One man asked, mousy and thin. A ponytail hanging from a dark head of hair. He glanced towards the larger men next to him.

"If we don't... Well we all know what happens then."

OOR: WOOOOOOOOOOOO VAGUENESS. Totally not setting up the most explosive plotline yet to date on this sub. Nope. IT ALL FLOWS TOGETHER.