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The Imperator was not amused, nor was he happy if the word happy could ever truly be used to describe the emotions that the mass murdering mutant revolutionary felt. He had for many years now been tramping around this pitiful country, searching for those mutants willing to take up the fight, to join the revolution against these pitiful humans who dared to think themselves superior, and he had not been very successful. It was a bitter and tired Imperator who walked through the snow one of the few mutant colleagues who had seen the light and joined the great ruler in his revolution. He did not regard those few who had joined him as a success, only as his due and if anything less than his due, all should have joined with him.

This thought burned strongly enough that he gave voice to it as he walked through the snowy streets of Buffalo muttering faintly under his breath, breath that steamed in the air as it issued forth from his mouth. Imperator was walking slightly behind one of his followers, a rather useful mutant who could sense the locations and track other mutants mentally. Imperator cared little what the man's name really was and had always simply called the man Tracker, and as this was his group and he was lord the name had stuck.

"How much farther tracker?" Imperator's normally loud voice was softer than it normally was but still held the tone of command that was omnipresent in all the mutant did.

The other mutant turned to look back at his master, "Lord Imperator I can sense the gathering up ahead, it is only a few more alleys over at the most. And some of them are strong. They resonate much as you do my lord." The Tracker's face was a hideous mass of holes and orifices, a face that would have put off nearly any human but that did not faze the Imperator.

"Good" The voice carried a tone of approval though Imperator's expression did not change. "Lead on Tracker." The other mutant bowed his head and turned, then quickly began to walk with Imperator slightly behind. The others were to wait for his call to come, two men on the streets in the snow could very well have legitimate business and so were unlikely to be thought suspicious, this the Imperator knew, however a large group would attract attention, something that at this time the lord of the mutant revolution was not in the mood to deal with. He required new recruits, not another battle before he was ready to strike.

It was as promised only a few more minutes before they arrived at the alley that contained the entrance to Phoenix's safe house. However before they entered the alley Imperator stopped and the spines atop his head, great grey crystalline petrusions began to glow faintly. Within the safe house, and all the houses around for about 300 yards electronic devices went crazy, lights flickered wildly, televisions turned on and flipped through channels, some electrical outlets blew out. But more importantly any surveillance devices monitoring the area had their feeds dissolve into gray static and the camera clutched in christian's hand promptly had all it's internal circuitry melted and began to smoke.

Then Imperator and Tracker stepped into the alley way. Seeing people there Imperator walked forward, the spines on his head glowing and the presence that he gave off one of lordship and power. Tracker followed slightly behind the lord and as the mutant drew closer his servant spoke in a nasal but loud voice. "All Hail Lord Imperator, leader of the revolution, overthrower of the humans, the one who shall lead us to victory."