420: Tests
The tests have been run. Every single test that anyone could think to do with several bits of hair and the blood found where Fury and the other man had fallen. Every single test, duplicated as often as they could. The conclusions were as unwelcome as they were undeniable.
The other man did not exist. He simply...didn't. In all of their files, in all the genetic research they've been doing, there is no one who fits. Subtle things were off, to the point where one horribly unhappy scientist had to explain to the President for Life that there was no way that the man in the orange suit could possibly be a native of this Earth.
Or any of the known near Earths. And he's probably not a mutant. Or a standard-type hero. Alien is unlikely. He's just a man, in an orange suit, who appeared at much the same time as Fury.
The President for Life is not amused. At all.
The other man did not exist. He simply...didn't. In all of their files, in all the genetic research they've been doing, there is no one who fits. Subtle things were off, to the point where one horribly unhappy scientist had to explain to the President for Life that there was no way that the man in the orange suit could possibly be a native of this Earth.
Or any of the known near Earths. And he's probably not a mutant. Or a standard-type hero. Alien is unlikely. He's just a man, in an orange suit, who appeared at much the same time as Fury.
The President for Life is not amused. At all.