Dr. Norvel rummaged nervously through her smock. "Anybody got a cigarette?"
The general fumbled in his uniform. "... I'm out ... Colonel?"
"I'll send out for some, sir."
"Try in my handbag," Julia said. "I think there's some there."
The general went to the handbag. He opened it. He removed the birth certificates and found the cigarettes.
Dr. Norvel took one from him and lit it. "Thanks."
"What's these?" the general asked.
"Birth certificates," Julia said.
"Uh—?"
"Of some of the mutants," Julia said. "I kept them, kept them to establish paternity. When they were all captured."