| Hello Magneto | |||||
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| What: Magneto is collared by Collar. | |||||
Erik woke up in a cold sweat. He had had many nightmares in the drug induced coma in which they kept him. Between the concussions and telepathy, he wasn't feeling very good and only his enhanced physique was enough to keep from getting very old at this point. Physically, he was a robust 30, but parts of his system sometimes reverted to his actual age. It was not an exact science but that had been part of what he had been willing to-Was....that Mengle?
Shock and repulsion were the initial emotions as he saw the ghost of the war criminal. He had expected hell but...he wasn't dead. Magneto had been to Hell. This wasn't hell. He was...back inside of Trask's Gotham compound. Or something virtually identical to it.
"Hello Magneto," a voice he did not recognize came from his right. He there saw a face he recognized and one he did not. Collar, the Genoshan War Criminal Dr. Vike Lleslar, or "Collar" was the inventor of the Genoshan Slave Collar. The unknown face was quick to introduce herself. "Special Agent Lizzy Cerro. T.A.Z.E. Department of Homeland Security. I hear that certain other parts of the government, parts I don't really like, are trying to make life hard for my good friends. We can't have that. In fact, if Dr. Lleslar is right, you're very difficult to contain. Oh, yes, your vocal cords have been paralyzed. Sorry, no clever quips. But we've got a very special hand crafted present for you Imperator." She laughed and whispered into his ear, "You're going to wish that shield took you. And the best part?" She laughed as she snapped the collar into place,"You're going to be aware of what you're doing...the whole time you do it."
"Now let's go introduce our hosts to the rest of the brain trust...and Braintrust..." she laughed....And everything went black a second time.