“Show me your federal ID. I have the right to know that you are U.S. government personnel.” James shifted on the floor, keeping his balance while the van sped up.

“Unfortunately for you, mister Hughes, possession of said rights is a privilege reserved for non-mutant citizens. Given your suspicious behavior, I have reasonable justification for an arrest based on unlawful concealment of mutant abilities-"

“Actually,” he interjected, “such suspicion is not grounded in fact, and should therefore not serve as viable evidence against a person's legal citizenship.” He raised his cuffed wrists. “This is an unlawful arrest, and I demand to see your federal ID so that I may record your badge number and file a misconduct report.” 

“Alright, mister Hughes. I'm going to make this very clear for you.” The man jabbed a finger at him, making him flinch. “You have got one more chance to issue your admission of guilt. No blood test, no more repercussions. I have been more than civil with you to this point. Must that change?”

James gave him a blank stare, shaking his head. “I refuse.” 

The man tossed an agitated look up to the cab, pulling out his hand radio. “Requesting a blood test when we reach our destination. Do you copy, Number One?”