 Slytherin by heart
Armand rushed to the source of the smell, getting worried. Opening the doors, he found samples of something that were obviously no longer a useful product. He frowned at this as he pulled one of the samples out. "What in the world?" He looked around. Derek would never do this. He didn't know the man well, but he knew enough that the man wasn't the type to sabotage work. They should have seen someone coming. They should have noticed something sooner.
"Derek! Derek, what were these? Does this pertain to Mutant X?" If it did, someone likely created the thing, and didn't want anyone finding out who did it. Some sort of infiltrator?
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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