"That's why they were able to recover from bullet wounds just like that..." Zaen mumbled as the mutant succumbed to flames, "They spread this genetic material everywhere so that they could heal as soon as they receive a fatal wound. Smart move, to say the least. They can give any army in the world a run for their money. These bastards are turning into a much bigger issue the more we learn about them."
"We should not have left them unattended for all those years." Minerva shook her head, "We might have been able to stop its spread if only we had reacted faster-"
"There is no point crying over split milk." Saturn got up to leave, "All we need to do is to destroy those things and be done with it. Is there anything else?"
"Funnily enough... there is." Minerva washed her hands and gestured the boys to follow her. She led them to a table on top of which were two microscopes, "Look in and tell me what you see."