Snippet #1712995

The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

Pyro snickered as he took a drink of his Magneto Up, a special blend of ingredients meant to stimulate mutant power that was named after the "Supreme" Leader of the Brotherhood. He had just watched Pietro destroy Darcie on the monitor, which was fed by the security camera in Pietro's training area. It reminded him of how things used to be. Nobody used to dare cross Magneto, for fear of retribution from him or his Second-in-Command, Mystique. Now, Mystique was missing, presumably dead, and Magneto was losing his mind. It was the perfect time for Pietro to swoop in and take over, and that entertained him to no end.

The only real obstacle to his complete takeover of Magneto's throne was Avalanche, his newly appointed second-in-command. Avalanche had been in the Brotherhood longest of any student, and knew all of their weaknesses and how to exploit them. On top of that, he was firm, tough, fair, and strong on all levels, making him the idea choice. Well, almost ideal. It was well-known that Avalanche had long desired to leave Genosha, and given the choice, he might just hand over the Brotherhood to Pietro, and Magneto's life, as well. Thus, Quicksilver could be the new Supreme Ruler of the Brotherhood.

Pyro shrugged his shoulders. No matter who was in charge, his role stayed basically the same. The Special Forces were mutants whose powers made them ideal for special roles that required intense focus and were of monumental importance. Pyro's devious little mind had been educated with Strategy classes at the University of Genosha, taught to him by Mastermind. He was the Chief Strategist of the group, and they had their own wing in the Tower of Magnetism. A sweet gig that was not going to be changed just because the leadership of the main body changed.

Pyro looked over at the only other member of the Special Forces left, the animal mutant Sabertooth. Years ago, Pyro, Sabertooth, Gambit, Colossus, and occasionally, Juggernaut, had all gotten together and done the biggest jobs on the Brotherhood payroll. Since then, Gambit and Colossus had joined the X-Men, and Juggernaut had been repelled by Magneto's weakness, choosing just to hang around Genosha for the heck of it. However, if Quicksilver usurped Magneto, he was sure that the Special Forces, in conjunction with the other Brotherhood mutants, could rise up and be strong again. Pyro set his drink down and turned to Sabertooth.
"You up for a little fun?"

Sabertooth turned to him, and his mouth spread into an ugly grin.
"Yes," he said in a low growl.
"According to my computer software, the X-Men Colossus and Wolverine are separated from the rest of the group. Wolverine is in Virginia, investigating the name Howlett, which Jean Grey recently helped him rediscover. Colossus is in Russia, doing some training in the Caucasus Mountains. What say I take metal-head, and you take tiny claws?"

Sabertooth roared his approval, eager to spill Wolverine's blood. He then stopped, and a look of concern spread across his face.
"How do we get off of Genosha without Magneto knowing?"
Pyro motioned for the big cat to follow him, and the two went down to the loading bay. There was a submarine there, big enough to hold both of them. Sabertooth scratched his head.

"How are we going to get off of Genosha in a metal submarine. I mean, he is the Master of Magnetism, after all."
Pyro held up one finger.
"That's just it. It's made of a plastic painted to look like metal. Maggie's powers are completely useless on it, just like he is!"

The two shared a laugh before boarding the submarine and diving. Soon, they were heading for the California coast. When their vehicle docked, they would split up. Sabertooth's animal speed and instincts would see that he got to Virginia in no time. Pyro's strategic genius left many options open, but he would probably hijack an airliner and fly to Russia. He snickered as he began heading for the local airport.