A new challenger approaches

You, Artemis, Sparrow, Foxgloves, and Woodpecker suit up and ride out to an industrial estate, finding the warehouse where Phantom is already waiting. You eye her as you approach; she's leaning against a wall with her back arched, her black hair melting into the deep shadow. As you pull to a halt in front of her, she meets your eyes, and smiles, pushing off from the wall to step underneath the warehouse's floodlights, her translucent bodysuit leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Hi, babe - I mean, Phantom!" Ben runs towards her, and she's **** to break eye contact with you as he kisses her.

"Hey," she smiles back affectionately, after savouring the kiss. There's a genuine warmth in her expression as she gazes up at him. "Good to see you again, Woodpecker."

"Phantom." You step forwards, offering a handshake, but she bats it away, a bright glint in her eye. She steps forward and hugs you tightly, pressing her small breasts tight against your sternum. Your crotch is pressed against her trim stomach, and she holds the hug for way too long - long enough for one of her small hands to cup one of your balls, before she finally steps back.

"Good to see you too, Alpha Man," she smirks, biting her lip. "It's been too long. Nice to have the big guns on the team."

"Humanity 2.0 are inside right now," Ben hurriedly inserts himself between you. "We should move, before it's too late."

"Right," you say, intuitively taking control. "Artemis, take an angle from the East. Phantom, you flank behind them. Rachel, you stay here as backup for wherever we need you. Foxgloves, Woodpecker and I will confront them head on. Keep your comms on, keep your guard up, and let's see what these guys are about."

Your team splits up, and you walk towards the large delivery door flanked by two near-indestructible heroes. Woodpecker steps forward, and punches through the metal with one blow, bending it into a hole large enough for the three of you to walk through.

What you find is... unexpected. The huge warehouse space is mostly filled with rows upon rows of blinking computer servers. Your entrance follows a broad corridor between them to a central empty space, where a woman stands facing you, a slight smirk on her face. You're immediately struck by her beauty - her face is striking, yet soft, perfectly symmetrical, and yet utterly unforgettable. Her pale visage is framed by flowing violet hair, which cascades down to her well-shaped chest. She wears some kind of high-tech body armour with a purple colour scheme, but it's tight enough to show her long legs and toned abs. Yet for all of these details, you can't seem to look away from her piercing purple eyes.

"Hello, Alpha Man," she says, her voice commanding and confident. "Glad to see you've brought your lackeys along. You'll need them." Ben shifts uncomfortably, whilst Carly bares her teeth, vines slowly growing from her fingertips.

"I hope not," you smile. "I rather hoped you and I could sort this out between us, Miss..."

"Girl 2.0," the purple-haired beauty replies, surveying the three of you contemptuously. "And these are my fellow members of Humanity 2.0 - Recoil, and I believe you've already met Missfire."

A tall, well-built man steps out from the shadows of the servers to the side of you, eyeing you unsmilingly. Meanwhile a familiar redhead skips out from behind you, grinning sadistically as she trails one blazing finger through the air, leaving the scent of smoke to wash over you.

"We've never really had the time to talk before," she says, giggling maniacally, before completing her circuit to sit herself down on the floor behind you.

"By the fact you haven't attacked us, I'm guessing you do want to talk," deduces Carly, eyeing the redhead suspiciously.

"It's worth the time, in my opinion," shrugs Girl 2.0, sauntering forwards. "Maybe one, or even all of you will take off the blinders society has wrapped around your thick skulls, and join our cause." She stops in front of you, raising a finger, which she runs gently against your cheek, before she turns and paces away, and begins her speech. "Humanity 2.0 is founded on the belief that the mistreatment of mutants is a wrong that must be righted. It's clear why they do it: fear. Fear, because they know that they cannot compare to us. Fear, because we are the evolution of humanity. We are, to put it succinctly, Humanity 2.0." She turns to glance back over her shoulder, that same smirk back on her face.

"Let's suppose I accept the idea that mutants are being mistreated," you reply, stepping towards her. "I can agree that the Mutant Act is unjust and a tool for suppression. The way you fight injustice still matters. You've been designated a terrorist organisation because you've killed 38 people in your 'protests' and raids. Why would we subscribe to an evolution of humanity that has such cruelty at its heart?"

Girl 2.0 laughs, purple lips parting as she chuckles with dark mirth. After a few seconds, Missfire starts to laugh too, but stops when her leader gives her a withering look a moment later.

"You think humanity 1.0 doesn't already have cruelty at its heart, Alpha Man?" She shakes her head in amusement, like one would when talking to a child. "If the Mutant Act didn't prove that to you, look no further than the history books - or even today's news. Corruption, murders, genocides. The old humans are weak, and they compensate for their weakness with greed and hatred and cruelty. We are an evolution. Stronger, more diverse, more unique than they could ever hope to be. We will build a new society, free of their broken ways. And it would be easier with your help." Her eyes flicker between Foxgloves and Woodpecker, but come to rest on you.

"But you would be in charge, as the strongest mutant?" you guess. Her purple eyes stare at you expressionlessly. "Girl 2.0 - the true evolution of womankind. What a modest name. So you're offering us to help you build your dictatorship on a programme of global suppression - or even genocide. Let me think about that for a moment."

Girl 2.0 sighs, disappointed but unconcerned. She glances at your companions, but they wordlessly step beside you, their allegiance clear.