Mystique's New World Order

"Sigh... What a bore." Huffed Raven Darkholme, better known as Mystique to her peers and adversaries as she rummaged through the folders and boxes of stored items in the lab she and other mutants were clearing out. "I can't believe I was tasked with something so menial."

"The silent council had decided that Sinister's labs should be cleared, and the contents destroyed after being arrested." Explained the platinum blonde woman behind her, delicately plucking a folder off a filthy desk with her gloved hand. Emma Frost was not impressed. "So far all we've found are petri dishes filled with things best not described in public..."

"That still does not explain why I was tasked with clean up."

Dropping the folder with a huff of her own and crossing her arms, the White Queen was as icy as ever. "Because Forge is clearing out the genetic backwash Sinister put in our people's system and that will take days, so for now we are short-handed. Leaving you and I to manage this travesty... Why did we EVER invite that lunatic onto the silent council?"

Breathing in sharply, Emma moved to another shelf where she traced a finger over some logbooks. "For now my cuckoos have dismantled his larger projects, all that's left here is his personal effects. Just be grateful its just something small like a folder dear Raven." With that, Emma made to leave the room.

"What? You aren't staying to help?" Raven asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I work better micromanaging dear.” The White Queen waved over her back. “Have fun sorting paperwork."

Scowling once the woman was out of sight, Mystique went through Mr. Sinister’s personal belongings with a raised temper, gathering everything she could find and place it on the desk so it could be boxed and taken away. And to think this all started when that chrome skinned Rasputin woman appeared out of nowhere and explained a hidden plot by the pale faced lunatic to usurp the nation of Krakoa and turn it and the earth into his own personal ego trip. Billions of people with his own DNA and mindset. The idea made Mystique’s skin crawl. What was worse was finding what her fate was in that timeline… Safe and sound like a pet at the edge of the galaxy with Irene.

The notion disgusted her. She wasn’t some prise or a tamed house cat to be cared for. She was a tigress, a predator that took what she wanted, when and where. And now here she was gathering books and folders from a madman she’d have likely snuffed out for even humouring the idea of humbling her.

Gathering what she could find, Mystique went to investigate anything left to the man’s desk, choosing to sit in the chair and frown as she lamented her current predicament. Checking each drawer, the blue-skinned woman pulled out everything she could get and then paused when she noticed the drawer did not go as deep as it appeared so.

“What’s this?”

She spotted a lock at the bottom of the drawer that required a key. Tilting her head with a smirk, she lifted her pinky finger and extended it to enter the space a key would go into, after a few seconds of feeling out the shape of he key needed to open the hidden space, Raven managed to unlock it and pull the false bottom out of the drawler.

“Well now, THIS is something.” Pulling out the wood panel, Raven found a series of papers and a single vial filled with s silvery liquid. “Now what is so important you didn’t want anyone finding this?”

Going over the papers, it read that the vial was a safety measure of sorts. A fail safe if anything were to go wrong with one of his projects and he’d have to make a grand exodus of Krakoa. Something that made Raven snort with amusement that he got arrested at the council meeting and away from this. Peering at the research paper, it explained that the formula was a kind of genetic nitro! Enhancing the natural abilities and powers of the imbiber to their maximum potential, created using samples from the super soldier serum he had acquired in the 1940s, and terrigen minerals he had acquired from the inhumans.

“I’m back, seems this place is emptied out now, how about you? Find anything private?”

Surprised by Emma’s quick return, Raven hid the vial in a fold of skin at her side, forming a pocket using her shape-shifting abilities. “Nothing worth keeping. Just crazy letters to people he called crackpot rivals from the 1800s.” She lied, ripping the note to shred and adding it to the pile of folders on the desk. “So what’s going to happen to all of this?”

Crossing her arms again, Emma took a quick look around and blew her hair out of her eyes. “Burning it all of course. The man tried to usurp the nation of Krakoa, best to make sure he didn’t leave anything behind that could bite us on our superfluous behinds.”

“Yeah, good to hear.” Getting up from the desk, Mystique took the box of folders and made her way out of the lab. “So I take it the fire pit is just outside then.”

“Yes, you can’t miss it, you’ll smell it first before you exit the door.”

“Good to hear.” Mystique smirked. Checking to make sure the vial was still in her possession. “Good to hear…”