William stryker strode up and down the cargo hold of his plane. Mutants were sleeping in drugged states in cages strapped to the walls. Most of them had plastic cuffs cuffing their hands behind their backs. A couple of the more dangerous ones were in straight jackets with blind folds on.
The plane was leaving for Russia shortly, as soon as he had the young one. His men had defied him by just taking it. They were trying to get it naturally. He wouldnt wait much longer. He checked the last of the locks on the cages before going to make sure he had his last specimine. " Pilots be prepared for takeoff shortly!" He called back.
The plane was leaving for Russia shortly, as soon as he had the young one. His men had defied him by just taking it. They were trying to get it naturally. He wouldnt wait much longer. He checked the last of the locks on the cages before going to make sure he had his last specimine. " Pilots be prepared for takeoff shortly!" He called back.