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Domino put a hand on his shoulder. “Weren’t we all?”

Before Quentin could deploy his diamond shroud, the clone detonated his own skull. The psychic feedback didn’t kill Quentin—but it scrambled his memories for 4.7 seconds. Long enough for another John to step from the shadows and plant a kiss on his forehead.

“You don’t remember me,” the clone said. “We were in the Academy together. You called me ‘Wallpaper Telepath.’” xforce 2021

“Sorry, Quentin,” Hank said, wiping green slime from his fur. “But I’ve been expecting this. John Proudheart isn’t resurrecting himself. Someone is printing him.”

Hank McCoy was already paranoid. He had good reason. The last time X-Force trusted him, he’d turned the team into a black-ops suicide squad. Now he worked in a separate wing of the Arbor Magna, designing botanical counter-intelligence. Domino put a hand on his shoulder

Quentin woke up screaming four hours later, his mind filled with a single command: Kill Beast.

John looked at the empty Eggs lining the greenhouse shelves. For a long moment, he said nothing. Long enough for another John to step from

Domino found the source—not in Krakoa, but in the ruins of Genosha.