"It is not that easy, Sabretooth." He paused as he opened a drawer. "Never under-estimate them. I have no desire for a hostage exchange should your true colors be revealed." He pulled out a small wrist band and metal box; inside the box laid an array of homing becons made of adimantium, each no larger than a quarter.
"You only truly know the face of a man when he is faced with death." He passed the band and box to Creed. "I know you will do what must be done and will do what is best for our cause. The Children of the Atom must be saved, Sabretooth. This city is far too polluted with twisted and strange ideals that even Xavier would stand agape should he be here to witness it. I feel myself lucky that my oldest friend is not, and cannot witness this unsavory end to our future. We are lucky I am finally here to intervene and curse this unfathomable disease."