The midday sun was blazing, pushing the temperature higher and higher, to the point where every breath felt like swallowing fire.
Outside a roadside motel ironically named Liberty, Dean and Sam pulled up in their black Impala. After exchanging a look, they both straightened their suits and stepped out.
The motel manager was a plump, middle-aged woman who had been eyeing the car ever since it crossed onto the property. Seeing two well-dressed men step out, she walked over, curiosity piqued.
"You two are...?" she asked as they approached.
"Smith and Jack. FBI," Dean and Sam replied in sync, flashing their IDs briefly. Fake, of course, but convincing enough that no one usually noticed.
The woman froze for a moment. "I don't know what this is about, but I haven't done anything wrong."
"No need to be nervous, ma'am," Dean said gently, trying to calm her.
"We're investigating a matter of national security," Sam added, slipping smoothly into the role. "We have intel suggesting a witness is staying here—someone who might be able to help us. Her name is Gabriela Lopez. She should be with a young girl."
"Oh, them." The woman's face twisted into a scowl of annoyance.
That reaction was enough for both brothers to know they were in the right place.
"They're in that room," she said, pointing to a ground-floor unit.
"Thanks for your cooperation," Sam said with a polite nod, and the brothers headed to the indicated door.
Reaching it, they knocked firmly. Almost immediately, they heard a loud crash from inside—like someone had knocked over furniture in a panic.
Clearly, their sudden arrival had startled whoever was inside. Dean and Sam exchanged glances, each seeing the same resigned expression in the other's eyes.
"Ms. Lopez?" Dean called out gently, leaning toward the door.
There was a pause. Then a woman's voice—tinged with a Mexican accent—came through, guarded and tense. "Who are you?"
"Don't worry," Dean said reassuringly. "We're agents sent by Logan. We just want to talk and ask a few questions. That's all. No threats."
Even though Logan went by James these days, most still referred to him by the name everyone knew—Logan. Dean was banking on the fact that anyone who'd been in contact with him would recognize it.
And he was right. After a few seconds of silence, the door cracked open. A thin, wary woman poked her head out.
She looked them over, clearly sizing them up. Then, scanning the surrounding area as if checking for danger, she finally spoke.
"You're Gabriela Lopez?" Sam asked.
She didn't answer at first, but quickly gestured for them to come inside. Once they were in, she shut the door behind them with extreme caution, scanning the street one more time before locking it tight.
Seeing how paranoid she was, the brothers didn't push. They simply stood there, waiting for her to speak.
Once the locks were secured and the curtains drawn, she let out a long breath.
"Yes. I'm Gabriela," she said finally. "Who exactly are you?"
"I'm Dean, this is my brother Sam," Dean replied in a calm, measured tone. "We heard about your situation through Logan. We're here to investigate some critical leads connected to what you told him."
Gabriela studied Dean carefully after hearing his words. Seeing that he truly didn't seem like a threat, she finally allowed herself to relax a little and motioned for Dean and Sam to follow her deeper into the room.
"Laura just fell asleep. Let's talk in the other room."
As they passed the bed, both Dean and Sam caught sight of the small girl fast asleep under the covers. They nodded respectfully and slowed their pace, careful not to make any noise.
Once they reached the far end of the room, Gabriela poured them both a glass of water. "I don't understand… why didn't Mr. Logan come himself?"
"You haven't watched the news lately, have you?" Dean said, accepting the glass and taking a small sip.
"Something happened?" Gabriela's brow furrowed instantly.
Dean nodded heavily. He reached into his coat and pulled out a newspaper, setting it down in front of her. "This is from this morning. Take a look."
Gabriela could tell from the serious look on Dean's face that something massive had gone down in the outside world. Without hesitation, she picked up the paper and started reading.
Dean didn't interrupt her. He sat quietly, glass in hand, drinking slowly as the only sound in the room became the rustle of turning pages.
Meanwhile, Sam was scanning the interior of the room. He noticed an array of chemistry equipment laid out on the table and a pile of medical supplies stacked on the couch—serious gear, the kind you'd find in a full clinic.
A moment later, Gabriela finally looked up from the paper, her face full of disbelief. "No wonder. No wonder those tracking us suddenly backed off. I had no idea something this big happened."
"Now you see how bad things really are," Dean said, setting his glass down. "Believe me, the first time I saw that thing, I was more shocked than you are now."
"This is… all real?" Gabriela still struggled to accept it.
"Every word," Dean confirmed. "The remains of the Prime Sentinels are still lying out in Manhattan. The main one's offline now, but nobody's going near it. The military has the whole area locked down tight."
Gabriela nodded slightly, as if still trying to process the unbelievable news. But after a moment, a spark of urgency lit up in her eyes as she spoke with growing excitement.
"Wait—if that's the case, then all their attention will be drawn to that thing. It'll be much easier for us to get out of here. As long as we're careful, the danger level drops significantly."
"About that…" Dean hesitated for a moment before asking, "We also came to confirm something—was the set of coordinates you gave to Logan actually serious?"
"What do you mean?" Gabriela frowned in confusion.
Dean glanced at Sam, who understood immediately. Sam pulled out a comic book, flipped to a particular page, and handed it to Gabriela. "The coordinates you gave match exactly with what's in the comic. Are you sure you weren't joking?"
Gabriela stared at the page, momentarily speechless.
Lifting her head to glance at Dean and Sam—both of whom were waiting silently for her explanation—she sighed and began to speak.
"I'm a nurse. For years, I worked in a transgenic research facility in Mexico City. It's a subsidiary of one of the U.S. industrial giants—completely illegal. They told us they were working on pharmaceuticals, but in truth, they were researching mutants and their genetic code."
"I have evidence that shows the real reason mutants are facing extinction. These people believe that mutant genes, being the result of spontaneous mutation, are too unstable. So they began targeted genetic research—trying to control the mutation."
"Controlling the mutation… That's why they're using genetically modified food to suppress the mutant gene?" Dean asked, frowning deeply.
"Yes. And it's worse than that," Gabriela continued. "They wanted to own that control. So they began creating mutants of their own. These children—they were born in that facility. None of them have ever left."
"They have no birth certificates. No names. Just cold designations and ID numbers. They were grown inside the wombs of kidnapped Mexican girls. Every one of those girls was later listed as a 'missing person.'"
"What about their fathers?" Sam asked, his voice tight.
"Fathers?" Gabriela gave a bitter, hollow smile. "Their 'fathers' were just engineered genetic material—designer DNA in a test tube. The staff was instructed never to think of the children as people, but as patented products."
CRACK!
The sound of shattering glass snapped through the room.
Everyone turned toward it—Sam had crushed the glass he'd been holding, shards falling from his bleeding hand.
Only Sam could truly understand that kind of horror. After all, once upon a time, he too had been one of those "products," created by the Azazel as a vessel for Lucifer. His life had been stolen before it even began.
And now, hearing Gabriela's story, Sam realized—these so-called humans were even worse than demons.
"Sorry. I lost it for a second," Sam muttered, picking up a bandage and casually wrapping his hand.
Gabriela shook her head gently. She didn't seem frightened by Sam's reaction—if anything, it made her trust the brothers even more.
"They used mutant genes to build an army, but they underestimated the children. They tried to train them to kill—but the kids didn't want to fight. And to them, a soldier who won't fight is worthless. So they initiated a second phase of testing. I don't know exactly what they did, but I know they succeeded."
"Three months ago, they announced the project was shutting down. Then they started slaughtering the mutant children. We tried to save as many as we could… but we got separated. I've been running with Laura ever since."
"As for the coordinates you asked about—yes, I know exactly what that place is," Gabriela said firmly.
"It's a place only mutants know. A sanctuary. The Eden of all mutants."
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