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Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 2 - A Team Divided (San Francisco)[]
Mission Complete[]
Professor X:
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I am... having difficulty tracking both Laura and Anna Marie. Something has transformed their psychic signatures... |
| Greetings, S.H.I.E.L.D.. Agent Hill. Professor Xavier. | Mr. Sinister:
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| Professor X:
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Nathaniel Essex. What pernicious madness are you about? |
| A collaboration. Allow me to introduce you--telepathically, of course--to the next stage of post-human evolution. | Mr. Sinister:
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| You can keep chasin' all you want... sugah. | Famine:
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| Come and get us, because we're about to ride. | War:
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| Marvelous, aren't they? Perhaps you'd like to meet the senior partner in this endeavor... | Mr. Sinister:
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| It is time for the grander destiny of Homo Superior to be realized. The test begins... let us see who shall pass. | Apocalypse:
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Maria Hill:
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Worst-case scenario. |
| Professor X:
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Not quite. The worst will be when all four Horsemen ride together... and that day is not far off.
If we are to forestall that, we must divide the team. Go to Wakanda. I feel X-23 is headed there. Rogue remains in San Francisco. |
Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 3 - Rumble of Distant Hooves (San Francisco)[]
Boss - Famine[]
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| Ahh, the first X-Man. You plan to be the last, too, sugah? Because if you do, you don't wanna tangle with me. | Famine:
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Cyclops:
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My plan's a little different. It includes you back in the X-Men... but there's a little something we have to settle first. |
| I agree completely. | Famine:
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Lose[]
| Why, I'm practically starving for another fight. Who's next? | Famine:
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Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 4 - Survival of the Fittest[]
Mini Boss - Famine[]
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Gambit:
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Oh, cher. Look what he did to you. |
| Don't cry for me, Remy. This is what I was born to be. No one but Apocalypse is gonna to give us a gift like this. | Famine:
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| Gambit:
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It's no gift. He's poisoned you, and made the poison taste sweet. |
| That's jealousy talking. You can have your chance if you want it. But if you make the wrong choice... that's on your head. | Famine:
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| Gambit:
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Ainsi soit-il. I'll get you back, or I'll die trying. |
Lose[]
| Don't fight anymore, Remy. I won't kill you unless I have to. | Famine:
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