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The heroes of yesterday are dead and gone. Division and the Mutant Control Enforcement Agency (MCEA) saw to that. This dystopia we live in is the result of one anti-mutant hate crime that sparked the third world war. The law now requires mutants to register, to spend the rest of their lives being a number on a file with a tracking device on their wrist or in their bloodstream.

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

Notice: Human Division employees are still much needed, even if they're depowered mutants. We would also love to see more MHA, Morlock and Purifier affiliated characters.

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 DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK
reginald a. goat
 Posted: Jul 21 2016, 03:54 PM
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DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK
TIME IS NOT ON YOUR SIDE
You didn’t really think Chicago had heard the last of the Brotherhood, did you? They’ve been prepping this since their assault on Fort Sheridan, and waiting for the opportune moment to pull this off. Making a few new mutants, causing a few riots and the televised threat regarding the South Lawndale Five is sure to clear out Hyde Park Base for the majority of the day. Whether the South Lawndale Five are executed by sundown is of little consequence, because either way they’ll get theirs in the long run. Should the Brotherhood's venture into Weapons Depot Delta prove successful, the deaths of the SL5's victims will not have been in vain.

The Brotherhood’s numbers may be small and spread thin, but they’ve planned well. Their plotting even lead them to two new members who are keeping a close eye on the courthouse drama, while Dust and Megalodon are keeping an eye on the city’s responses. The Stitch and Black Mama have been charged with protecting the Brotherhood’s Legacy, successfully ushering him to safety once his duties were fulfilled. Everyone else is still on the clock, either ensuring that the chaos draws maximum police and military attention.. or here with Mystique at the Hyde Park Base.

In and out by sundown, how hard could that be?

Weapons Depot Delta: One of the most secured buildings in the entire Hyde Park Base. the weapons depot holds many of large striking tactical reinforcement and mutant suppression weapons. It was commissioned donated to by Trask industries, responsible for some of the sentinel technologies being developed.

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SIDONY M. KELLER
 Posted: Jul 25 2016, 02:06 AM
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No matter how many times she paged the com link, she couldn't actually force the others to respond. Sidony took a deep breath, pressing her temples with her knuckles. They had gotten the all-clear on Legacy; he'd done his work and was secured. No matter what happened to the rest of them they couldn't lose that asset. It was just the silence that followed that had her antsy. They ought to have radioed in to update them on the results. They needed to time all of this properly or they'd have to go right to Code Bliss - evacuate to the underground.

Not only would it send the wrong damned message to be running away from an operation against Division - a second time - but they would have to burn whatever route they took. Too much risk of Division trying to track it. Even an unwieldy behemoth could hit the broad side of a barn given the opportunity. She had probably mixed that metaphor a bit too much. No matter.

She tugged her mask into place. Mystique had just given them the go-ahead signal. They were evidently not waiting on an update for the others at all, and they were just going to have to cope.

"I've got our wheels, alarm's reading dead, we have the green light," she announced to the other Brotherhood members on the com link.

She was driving the getaway van again, backing up to the depot to collect the others when they emerged. Hopefully without an alarm going off because some backup generator that hadn't been on their schematics being triggered, or a parade of security on their tails. Sidony did her best work with living humans, for obvious reasons. Her powers were useless on security systems or vehicles. But the point here was to keep this simple and quiet. If they needed her to deal with a whole host of opposition that had turned up, things were already going wrong.

Repeating that to herself over and over wasn't entirely satisfying. She knew the logic, she had seen the plan, she was following her orders to the letter. Sidony just couldn't entirely control her emotional response. The adrenaline in her system wanted her to be out with the others in the middle of the depot, not sitting behind the wheel waiting for a sign. Everyone knew that she didn't idle well. They wouldn't call her in unless something had gone terribly wrong, which meant that she shouldn't want to be necessary.

Sidony leaned in to check the time on the dash display. Shouldn't wasn't really helping either
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EVANGELINE L. DARLING
 Posted: Aug 4 2016, 09:09 PM
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Green light. Angel was already inside the building at her designated start point when the words crackled in her ear. The depot was understaffed as a result of the chaos in the city—the zoopath was charged with luring out as many of the remaining employees as she could and… disposing of them. It was a task she would most certainly enjoy; Apex smiled placidly as she strode out of the shadows, appearing, as planned, in the path of three patrolling guards. Each was heavily outfitted in weaponry and armor.

"What the hell?" the tallest of them barked, noticing her immediately, his gun aimed directly at Angel's face. “Identify yourself, girl. How did you get in here?” Her eyes darkened as he cocked the weapon. The other two guards, their expressions hidden beneath fiberglass helmets, fingered their radios with one hand and guns with the other. Angel knew why they hesitated—she was a lovely, young girl with a dimpled smile. Mistake number one. She didn’t look like a monster, at least, not on the outside. Only the perfectly still falcon on her shoulder hinted that she was anything less than human. The tallest guard was the first one to realize this. “Mutant bitch.”

As she stared down the barrel of the gun, a monstrous cat materialized from the shadows behind the trio of guards. The jaguar prowled forward on silent feet, hundreds of pounds of muscle coiling in preparation to spring. A smile twisted the corners of Angel's lips as she locked eyes with the beast—and nodded. Chasca, with a bone-chilling snarl, reared on her hindquarters and swung a lethal paw with all the force of a barreling truck. The man didn't have a prayer, even with his layers of armor and masked helmet. The second he dropped to the ground, the cat was at his throat, her dagger-like teeth making ribbons out of fabric and flesh, alike. The Kevlar was made to withstand bullets, but not, it seemed, the tooth and claw of a jaguar with uncanny precision.

In the same heartbeat, her falcon shot off Angel's shoulder like a bow fired from an arrow, his wicked talons stretched towards the second guard. The bird peeled off the next one's helmet at Angel's instruction, raking his claws down the length of her face as he went. She screamed and withdrew her gun from its holster, foolishly firing at the falcon and instead hitting the ceiling. Mistake number two. In the next blink of an eye Chasca surged like a black wave and threw her to the ground as if she was a rag doll.

The final guard was marginally smarter than his comrades, for he drew his gun and pointed it at Angel, identifying her as the real threat. Unfortunately for him, the cat and bird were not her only accompanying pets. Irving, Angel’s beloved venomous snake, dropped from his spot in an overhead grate and latched his fangs into his victim’s jugular. The guard attempted to unlock the teeth in his neck, only succeeding in opening the wound. Chasca took care of the rest, and suddenly everything was silent.

"Good," Angel purred, strolling up to the closest body and plucking the gun from the guard's limp hand. Chasca sat back on her haunches, awaiting the next command. Her ink-black fur gleamed with blood, and when Angel patted Chasca's head, the girl's palm came away streaked with crimson. The entire attack hadn’t taken more than two minutes—she had trained her beasts well, to fight and destroy in a fluid tandem. It had really been no more than a warmup—she hadn’t even summoned all of her beasts to the playing field. She could sense them awaiting her command, watching every corner of the facility from the rafters and air vents. Not only was Angel a trap for the god-forsaken employees of the depot, but the living center of a surveillance network.

"The east wing is clear for now," she said into her earpiece. Angel then fired the weapon’s entire magazine into the video cameras lining the halls. That should draw more of the bastards out, away from their posts and into her claws. “I’m sure more are on the way. I’ll take care of them,” she said sweetly.
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MAX G. CASTLE
 Posted: Aug 7 2016, 10:13 PM
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Max had intended to spend the day finishing his repairs and upgrades on his van, Leeroy Jenkins. The extreme automotive repair had taken him damn near a year to complete, granted he only really ever seemed to have a few days at a time to dedicate to vehicle repair. It had meant a year of trains and shitbox cars with a tendency to break down while in the middle of exactly nowhere. Few weeks went by without him cursing Von Doom and his bullshit. Between the big-ass robots from hell and that fucker nearly killing Nona, Max found himself genuinely considering going to Latveria and taking down their fascist regime. He'd been busy with 'work' in Cincinnati when the news story broke about Von Doom's party flip-out and subsequent swim in the river. He was fairly certain that Winona and her super-friends had been responsible for that spectacular shit show, and he'd even had a laugh about it.

His plans had abruptly changed once the chatter on his police scanner started getting exceptionally strange and the radio broadcast was starting to mention some weird shit too. This prompted him to get out from under the van to use the custom frequency decryption software to listen in on Division's field agents. It verified that there was some sort of 'all hands on deck' situation in progress, one that would not benefit from the Punisher's assistance. From what he gathered it was some sort of metaphysical shit-storm spreading through Eisenhower Village, far enough away that it wasn't likely to come out his way. It didn't take Castle long to realize that it would mean that Hyde Park would be practicality vacant for the duration of the mess. He'd been trying to figure out how to break into the weapons depot without getting caught or walking away with an unnecessarily high body count. This was it, this was his chance to get in and get some seriously next-level artillery.

It did't take him long to gather what he needed, put on his kevlar and his soldier disguise under a zipper-front hoodie and her his ass in the white van. He was there in under fifteen minutes, but he took the time to park and scout via binoculars. Right off the bat the animal part of the Punisher's brain automatically knew there was something off about the whole thing. For a moment he considered turning around and forgetting the whole thing, but as soon as he thought it he called himself out on being a chicken. He wasn't going to get a chance like this again and whatever other fuckery was going on could work to his advantage. Castle made sure he was loaded up on flash-bangs and smoke grenades before shedding the hoodie and making his move. He had parked as close as he could without Leeroy becoming more suspicious than shitty white vans naturally were.

The fact that he made it onto the base without being stopped and managed to make it as close to Weapons Depot Delta as he could get from the outside, while only having to dodge actual soldiers once, disturbed him to no end. This didn't stop him from knocking out three men trying to figure out what was wrong with what appeared to be an old generator and arguing over how to get it started. Castle knicked the firing pins from their side-arms, a walkie-talkie, the batteries from the other comm-devices and all three pass-cards just in case he'd need them and entered the building through the propped open door. The hallway was lit by those tiny red emergency lights making it difficult for him to initially adjust from the daylight. It was too quiet. While he didn't slink into a sneaky or combative stance, he was on high alert.

Castle proceeded to move through the empty corridor as though he belonged there, while silently praying the layout really was identical to the schematics he had managed to get a hold of and memorised a few months back. Gunshots. Nearby but not all that close, the echoes obfuscated the exact direction. The chatter on the walkie let him know that it was not the direction he was planning on heading, but he could probably look forward to meeting a few of Hyde Park's finest soon.
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 Posted: Aug 9 2016, 12:52 AM
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The alarms may have been deactivated, but someone's noticed the van pulling into the lot. They can't see it idling out of the camera's line of sight, but an extra patrol of guards had been called in just in case after the events of the morning.

The loss of interior cameras has sent them all in motion, out into the corridors with weapons drawn to manually seek out the intruders and...deal with them. Weapons Depot Delta has a policy against non-violent conflict resolution.

One group of guards is barreling down to the corridor where Evangeline took out the cameras, ready to fight anything in their path.
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CAROLINE V. DANE
 Posted: Aug 27 2016, 11:09 PM
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Caroline had been dropped off on the other side of the building. She’d been sent in the make her way to the security office. It was the perfect job for the mutant who could control metal. It wasn’t like the agents around this place would be using plastic rounds. Still she would be super careful about how she was going to go about this little operation. After all she was still debating leaving the rag tag bunch of terrorists.

”Green light” Came over the coms and Caroline started to get a little more nervous. That meant Angel would get entering the building and proceeding on her own mission within the depot. She did feel a little bit more protective over the girl then the others. She should have known better then a bunch of killers would care about the safe of a much younger girl in their care. ”Copy that. I’ve made my way towards the security office. The guards on duty are taken care of. We have control of their eyes.” Caroline said in a cold, focused tone. Much different than the way she usually talked.

Through the cameras she could see Evangeline making her way through the walls along with her pets. If any guards came across her path they wouldn’t love the day they were about to have. ”I’m killing the cameras in three...two...one..” She flicked all the feeds off. ”I’m opening the loading docks for you.” She spoke into the communication line to Sidony. Caroline wasn’t thrilled about what her partner’s powers were but she got the job done. After opening the docks for Sid Caroline got out of the comfy leather chair. Eye’s flared emerald green and a hand was raised to crush the computer terminal. The sound of bending metal was harsh to the ears.

The guards were both tied up with wire she’d ripped down from the ceiling. She’d gagged their mouths with their ties to stop them from screaming. ”Just hang tight. I’m sure someone will come to save you. I ain’t going to kill you.” With that she left the security control room and shut the door behind her. With a flick of the wrist she locked the door behind her.

Cowboy boots slapped against the linoleum floor in a rush to reconnect with the group. Caroline rounded a corner and came face to face with a scruffy looking soldier. Somehow she’d managed to miss him strolling through the halls. Polaris panicked and pulled any metal on the man and then pushed him back down the hall. The only problem was Dane didn’t realize until after she did it that a series of pins came from him and she bolted the opposite direction.

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VICTORIA L. CREED
 Posted: Sep 2 2016, 11:24 AM
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Sir, the doors are opening!

It was the last words that would leave the man’s lips. Victoria was quick to slip between the loading bay door and the floor. Launching herself into the air, she crashed into the man with all of the subtlety of a tank. Pressing her hands firmly against his throat, her talons cut through the fabric with ease. With a quick jerking motion, the fabric -- and most of the man’s flesh -- had been removed. That’s when the firing began. Pressing her shoulder into his body, she lifted the man up with ease and lobed him towards his comrades.

Contact.

She said into her com piece, but she was quite sure that Sidony’s ears were working and she’d be able to hear the commotion going on inside of the bay. She took a quick headcount. Ten, maybe twelve. Three of which were currently dealing with the dead body that had been tossed their way. Victoria wasted no time. She broke into a sprint, which soon turned into a gallop as she took to all fours. Launching herself off the wall, she caught a man by the throat. Gripping tightly, she landed, and with a quick heave she tossed the man up and over her body. He screamed as he flew through the air, the sound only stopping as he slammed against one of the supports holding up the ceiling. It took a few seconds for his body to come crashing down, and by this point Victoria had already descended upon the others.

They were the enemy. She was secure in this belief. While she wasn’t as bloodthirsty as some of the other members of their team, she certainly cared very little for the lives of the men she was fighting. They were out to kill her. They were out to kill those like her. That was more than enough motivation for the lithe blond to fight in a rather indiscriminate manner. Especially with the limited window they had when it came to the extraction of the rest of their team. But that wasn’t her job. She was muscle. She was the bulldozer. She came in their like a bull in a china shop to make sure that the agents had warm body to focus on. She wasn’t quiet. She wasn’t tactile. The agents knew she was there, and that swarming was just the distraction that was needed. She continued to bolt through the room, cutting through the men like a knife to a soft stick of butter.

In a matter of moments the room had been cleared out. The men were in various states of disrepair, most of which mortally wounded or already having passed.
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SIDONY M. KELLER
 Posted: Sep 3 2016, 09:55 AM
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They had all known to expect a few guards to be milling around; their distraction might have drawn potential reinforcements away, but they were unlikely to have evacuated this particular building. Any diversion sufficient to accomplish that risked being a greater impediment than the guards themselves. All she could do from the getaway van was check that the alarms were off and no one would be alerted to their presence without literally tripping over them. That didn't preclude danger. In short, she could attempt to minimize potential complications, but she couldn't do much of anything to eliminate problems entirely. That was a frustrating thing to parse over from here.

Still, there was no need to make more noise than was absolutely necessary. She didn't want to be shaking the local police off for the next hour. They'd have to go through the Underground again. That route would involve a solid week of extra showers and cramping knees while she waited for the patrols to shift. It would be easier all around if they avoided attracting sirens in the first place.

Sidony drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, as if that might make the others finish up faster. There was a lot of nervous energy demanding an outlet today.

Then Victoria announced contact and - and was that an explosion? It was impossible to tell from here if the incidents were even connected. It might be that more than one of the others had run into trouble in the building and only one had been able to call out. Apex and Polaris had both called in clear earlier. The building guards had gotten lucky and run across someone, or they had gotten suspicious about the tampering with the building system and gone out on patrol. The difference wasn't important right now. She wanted to curse or yell to vent her frustrations, but that had to wait. Not helpful.

"Updates, who's on the objective?" she asked the com-link.

There wasn't so much else she could do while she was the driver. It was one of the more frustrating tasks to be assigned - if she left to help now, the van would be unattended and their quick exit would be gone. That risked being a problem down the line when they were trying to evacuate the building. Victoria could handle herself fine, she could adapt. She was more concerned about some of the others. Evangeline, for all of her abilities, was still young. Polaris had a certain distaste for confrontation. With the cameras dead she had only their last check-ins to go on.

On the other hand, they had also been warned against abandoning the job too readily. The city of Chicago suspected that they were here, there was no covering their tracks completely. That meant they needed to provide an impression of a competent organization that should not be dismissed lightly. If they cut and run every time they tangled with Division's superior numbers they'd be presumed weak. Sidony imagined the truth wasn't as important in that case as what they all assumed.
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MAX G. CASTLE
 Posted: Sep 16 2016, 02:38 AM
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The sound of the woman's cowboy boots slapping against the floor had alerted Castle, to her presence before she even rounded the corner. The sound of her hard soles was what also let him know she didn't belong on the base anymore than he did. He thought that he had been prepared to quickly render the stranger unconscious so he could continue his mission unhindered. He was however not expected her to be a mutant, especially not one with some sort of... telekinesis? The moment he found himself flying backwards and the pins from his grenades rip through the pockets of his uniform's jacket, he knew he'd been wrong about his initial assessment of her skill set.

Max snapped his eyes closed and tore off the outer layer feeling the buttons getting ripped off in the process. He threw the grenade laden cloth behind himself and barreled after the blonde. He was glad he was donning his heavy duty protection gear, because even though the grenades were not of the 'bang you're dead' type, being so close to them when they went off was still highly dangerous. Castle's ears were already ringing and his eyes weren't exactly pleased with having been subjected to the smoke and light, despite having been closed. He felt the familiar sting of laceration on his ear and at his side where the vest gapped, and really hoped the side injuries weren't severe. He didn't have time to check, he had a psycho to question or maybe kill. Trying to blow someone up with their own grenades was his kind of schtick, but only when he knew for a fact that they had had it coming. But then, maybe she hadn't meant to do it.

Usually he wasn't the kind of person to give the benefit of a doubt, but maybe he was just getting soft. He knew that was a dumb thought the minute it popped in his head. Max had just had enough experience with wildcard wielding mutants to know that sometime shit went pear shaped when they panicked. He was soon to find out as he barreled down the hallway after the blonde. Catching up to her wasn't all that difficult, it was often a part of his job... and his strides were longer. But he didn't want to just catch her. Max wanted to make sure he had her full attention and he was willing to bet the 'Castle family crest' painted on his vest might just help his cause. The Punisher launched himself at the woman, tackling to her to the ground.

He used one arm and most of his body weight to hold her down while he pulled one of the small folding knife with the ceramic blade out of his back pocket. Max expertly flicked it open single handedly while glaring at the crazy bitch partially underneith him. He took that small blade and tapped the flat side of it against her cheek, with the tip dangerously close to her eye. Even though his ears were still ringing and wasn't likely to hear her response, Max leaned in close and asked, "You really got a death wish, dontcha magnetrix?"
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 Posted: Sep 20 2016, 01:25 AM
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He'd been sitting in one of the closets taking a swig from the Jack Daniel's container when the noise came to his attention. He didn't have to worry about heightening his sense of hearing to know the familiar sounds of explosives when they could be heard. A certain Murdock man was rather angry to find himself leaving the bottle hidden in the closet while he prepared himself to investigate the situation.

Despite the fact he'd been placed in the facility as "punishment" for a certain public brawl, he was less than eager to comply with the full attire that an agent filling in for staff at such a building should wear. This particular time, he was wearing a loose gray Nike tee, dark sweatpants, simple running shoes, and just for kicks, fingerless black leather gloves. He'd left his knives at the check in point, deciding that he shouldn't have need them for what should have been a few quiet hours of merely routine actions.

But instead, here he was: now moving strategically towards where the explosive's detonation had come from. He was more than ready to beat the shit out of someone, but he actually didn't have anything to be used as a particularly fearsome weapon.

As he passed by a break room, he got an idea and quickly made his way into the room. He grasped the box of plastic knives sitting on the counter. Although not deadly in their current state, the agent figured he could make some makeshift plastic shanks with them for the purpose of defending Division's property. He continued to move as he filed each of the sixteen knives down against each other and the walls of the hallway.

He held two knives in his hands, ready to strike, as he rounded the corner. Richard quickly caught sight of a non-Division personnel pinning down a woman. The term "Magnetrix" was thrown around, probably a nickname the other man had for the unfamiliar woman. Probably because she is a filthy mutant. Murdock thought as he made his stance just out of reach of the two individuals.

"Division Agent present. I want both of you to freeze where you are and tell me what the hell you two are doing in a high-security facility without either badges or an escort." He commanded. That's when he saw the painted symbol of... the Castle familly? He couldn't remember other than a few files he'd read up about vigilante individuals from the past. Certainly wouldn't hurt to put a man such as him in a cell either way.
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EVANGELINE L. DARLING
 Posted: Sep 20 2016, 03:28 PM
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Boaz.

The bird shot through the corridors on powerful wings, his sharp, golden eyes missing nothing. He heard the clatter of booted feet just before they emerged; a dozen guards, all armed to the teeth and outfitted in glistening armor. One of them spotted him, raising his gun and firing at Boaz with a throaty, human snarl. Boaz shrieked as he banked around the bullet, a near-miss. Fortunately, humans were no match for his wings, and he bolted away far faster than any of them could have a prayer of chasing.

Angel.

Thanks to her bird’s scouting, she knew precisely where the guards were coming from, and what direction they were headed. She also knew that there were far too many for her to personally take on without some degree of casualty. She didn’t plan to stick around, especially since she doubted they’d hesitate to shoot her, now. Instead, she would let her smaller allies do the dirty work this round. As much as she loved her predatory animals, there was something to be said on the effectiveness of more subtle creatures.

It was time for phase two. With the guard quickly approaching, she strode quickly down the hall with Chasca on her heels, searching for the egress window she’d seen in the building plans. It only took her a few moments to locate it, the emergency exit right where the blueprint had depicted it. It looked fairly out of place in this bleak hall, pretty sunlight pouring in to the sublevel through crystalline, tempered glass. That wasn’t cause for hesitation, though, and she fired a shot into the window, causing glass to rain down like razor-sharp hail.

Angel reached out the tendrils of her zoopathic mind, then, through the walls of the depot and into the open air, beckoning her army. The guards would be here in less than a minute—she needed her own soldiers here now. A heartbeat later, the hive found her, pouring in through the jagged hole with an unholy buzzing sound that seemed to rattle the entire facility. Where before there had been a broken egress window and an empty corridor, there was now a dense cloud of Africanized honey bees, attuned to the girl’s command. Ah, bees. So easy to control and so useful—she merely had to capture the Queen’s mind, and she had them all, as they would follow their leader anywhere.

As much as she wanted to stand around and watch a full scale killer bee attack, she had more pertinent things to tend to at the moment. Angel’s last act was sending the hive in the direction of the incoming guards before taking an alternative route towards the objective.

She and Chasca prowled like twin shadows down back corridors, the girl occasionally peeking through Boaz’s mind to keep herself out of the way of any inconvenient Division personnel (Boaz seemed to be enjoying himself, now, leading a pack of dull-minded soldiers in a roundabout chase). The hall she stood in now was deathly quiet, indicative of the fact that she and her Brotherhood teammates had done their jobs well—they had drawn the enemy out and taken them down, clear by the scuffling she still heard over the com system. Now that none were left to guard their precious supply of weaponry, Angel could engage in phase three.

She found the first vault as planned, perfectly on schedule. The heavy metal doors were daunting, but she had been equipped with explosives that were certain to do the trick. Angel pulled said explosives out of her bag and arranged them on the electronic lock as she’d been instructed. A quick flip of the switch and she was off, darting back the way she’d come to escape the fallout of the blast. It went off ten seconds later, blowing the lock clean out of the door and leaving a hole in the metal—just large enough for Angel to wriggle through. She half-fell, half-somersaulted into the weapons room through this freshly-made point while her jaguar waited patiently outside.

From the inside, all it took was some wriggling of the handles and the doors swung wide open, an invitation for her brothers and sisters to join her. The vault was dim and deep, racks lined with wicked-looking weaponry—quite a bounty. “I have eyes on the objective. We’re ready for collection,” Angel said brightly into the com. Perhaps she was having a little bit too much fun.
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Daniel F. Banks
 Posted: Sep 24 2016, 10:41 AM
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@Sidony

Daniel was one who usually tried to avoid violent conflicts, but he watched from afar as the Division base seemed far too quiet. His delivery would have to wait as he watched a van pull into the lot from a nearby tree. This brought curiosity to the flower manipulator and made him want to get closer. He climbed out of the tree, as he picked a hand full of flowers just in case he was wrong about everything and forced into a terrible situation. He began to manipulate the bush that he had picked the flowers from, allowing for him to hide his package within.

He then continued onto the lot, as he began to manipulate the hand full of flowers he had grabbed. If only he had planned for such a thing, he would have created various different plants and even brought seeds to assist. But, all he had were little pansy's to work with. The moment he close to the van, he unloaded the hand full of flowers and controlled the plants fully, allowing for them to take root into the ground and began to grow as he noticed a woman sitting in the driver's seat. Shit He thought, as he was sure that she had seen his mutation in action.

He moved to the driver's seat of the van, trying to figure out how he could get out of such a thing. Maybe use the pansies as some sort of offensive weapon? No, that was something he didn't need to use right now. "Excuse me, ma'am," He tried to get the female's attention in a polite, yet insincere manner. "Would you like to buy a candy bar? It would help my little boy go on a school field trip," Daniel spoke, immediately making up every single aspect of that sentence. He doubted it would work, but if anything, he had the pansy's at his feet as they began to flower into beautiful shades of blue.

If only the others were here... He thought, as he was sure that the Morlocks would have already done something. Though, Daniel was sure that he would be okay in the long run. He looked down as he began to make the pansy's grow larger, as he wanted to make sure that he could provide himself enough protection to escape should things escalate.

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SIDONY M. KELLER
 Posted: Oct 7 2016, 09:12 PM
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Sidony allowed herself a small breath of relief into the com. "Good. We need to pick up the pace after those shots, or - "

She adjusted her mirror just in time to catch the retreating figure in the glass, and a lot of rapidly growing plants in his wake. This was bad - about as bad as she could have potentially anticipated, and she had planned for a lot. A mutant wandering by was statistically unlikey, but not impossible. A mutant approaching instead of fleeing the scene when they realized some trouble was going down meant trouble. Either someone with a high estimation of their own abilities, or one of Division's pets. Neither of those scenarios were ideal.

A car full of heavily armed Division reinforcements would be an issue. But that would be an issue that she had trained to deal with, that she had a half-dozen potential responses to that would keep the van intact to get the payload off the premises before they had to ditch it and move underground to shake them. Mutants were more difficult to prepare for. It gave them an edge, but it was part of why Division kept so many caged up for their strike teams. No telling what sort of powers they'd exhibit until it happened, and she wouldn't know their limits until she had pressed them to exert themselves. A new, unknown element dropping into the parking lot was a serious issue.

"Acknowledged. Unknown mutant in the evac zone."

The man approached the driver's side, and Sidony ran through her options. The flowers didn't look dangerous, but that meant nothing. There were plenty of potential attacks she could see here, and plenty of other problems besides. If he was about to start setting off a puff of hallucinogenic dust from the plants she was going to be useless behind the wheel. If he did anything to the engine she was going to need to take a car from the lot and figure out how to get it to the rendezvous point without Division lowjack painting them all red.

She narrowed her eyes at the man as he spoke. "This isn't the place to be without backup."

He wouldn't have come in with that ridiculous joke if he had a Division black ops team in place, he would have moved to neutralize her and secure the building. Either they were late, this guy was an idiot that had wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time, or both. People that just wanted to kick the hornet's nest were one of the worst sort of problems. They acted like they needed to know what was inside, but the answer was hornets. It was always hornets. Reasonable people could be pressed to walk away from bad odds.

She leaned on the car's armrest, readying a weapon but not wanting to add to the mess if she could talk her way out of it. If he didn't have backup, he had to know that this was a bad fight to pick. Presuming any of the others actually saw fit to haul out of there.

"This isn't a good spot for sightseeing, and my friends and I are lousy tour guides," she said. It was both a way to inform him that she wasn't alone, and language that didn't require escalation. "So here's your warning: back off. Don't do anything stupid, go back the way you came and keep going, and enjoy your day."
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CAROLINE V. DANE
 Posted: Oct 8 2016, 12:32 AM
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The surprise man had almost made her day ruined completely. Caroline was sure that Mystique probably wouldn’t have enjoyed the way she reacted. She wasn’t a soldier, but was just trying to not get killed. The blonde only killed when forced too, she wasn’t made out of the same stuff the other’s were. They were made of the stuff mass murderer’s were. The original Polaris probably would have something to say about her only child becoming a terrorist. Unfortunately she had long since died in the war. Wasting her life by blowing herself up with her grandfather.

Dane thought she had a clear route back to the others, but the guy was on after her. Somehow he had caught up to her and then tackled her hard to the guard. Caroline wasn’t a stranger to a brawl, but the guy was fast and held something to her cheek. The bail agent closed her eye waiting for the death blow. She thought about all the things that mattered most to her. There wouldn’t be anyone to make sure Angel wasn’t going to die. She thought about her mother and father. Now would be her opportunity to join them again.

There wasn’t a moment of pain from anywhere, other than where she landed on the hard, cold floor. The man seemed to keep her hanging for what seemed an eternity, only to say her mother’s former codename. ”What?!” She opened one eye to stare at the guy on top of her. The man was so close she could smell his breath, and it wasn’t great. To be fair Caroline had a major issue with dental issues.

The knife on her cheek didn’t look metal and Caroline knew she was in trouble. She just didn’t know why the guy didn’t just kill her. It was really scaring the shit out of her. The thought about being in a prison terrified her more than dying. ”Do it! What are you waiting for?” Dane couldn’t do anything about it. He clearly had the advantage in this situation. Normally she’d use her powers to hit him with a concussive blast, but that was out of the picture. Any wrong move and he’d probably dig that into her skull.

The voice from down the hall caught both of their attentions. The guy on top of her didn’t seem to be responding well to the new addition. Caroline didn’t need to deal with yet another issue. Today wasn’t going well for the blonde mutant. At least the man threatening her wasn’t a Division agent. The new addition however was asking for answers. Caroline was going to give him an answer already. With one hand she charged an emp blast. It was a dead give away that she was using her powers, once dark eyes glowed emerald. It would take a few seconds for it to work at any decent range. At least the aid of darkness would help her get away, and whoever the mystery guy was. ”I suggest you move.” Polaris’ free hand raised and shot a beam of concussive energy towards the new arrivals position. She wasn’t aiming to kill but to destroy the ceiling and make an impassible wall or at best a distraction.

The ceiling and a large chunk of the building came tumbling down around the agent, it didn’t take much effort on her part. Caroline after destroying a large section of hallway released her other fist releasing the electromagnetic energy pulse she’d built up. The lights went out around the area and even she couldn’t see. As soon as the guy was off of her she’d run straight for the loading docks, assuming she’d find her way there. The ear piece she had of course was dead.
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VICTORIA L. CREED
 Posted: Oct 16 2016, 04:35 AM
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[ @Sidony and Daniel. ]

Unknown mutant in the evac zone.

Victoria had been in the process of cleaning up the mess she had made when the call came over the radio. The bodies had been piled up in the corner, their gear ripped to shreds and their weapons strewn across the floor in pieces. She wasn’t going to take the chance of somebody managing to bolster themselves enough to get a final shot in. There was enough blood on her hands for the night, adding the blood of one of her brother or sisters was something she simply would not tolerate. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as the unknown man approached the van and struck up a conversation with Sidony.

She wasn’t sure if he was possibly inebriated or lacking intelligence. But she knew she wasn’t going to wait to find out if this was some kind of ploy, or possibly worse; a race traitor.

Moving around, Sidony.

She stated softly, plainly. She crept out of the open bay doors before taking to all fours. Pressing the pace, she stayed close to the perimeter walls, using the darkness as her ally to remain hidden. She didn’t have the time nor the knowledge to assume that this mutant was there out of pure happenstance. It seemed rather illogical to her in that state, who would just wonder up to such a facility to check out what was happening? Either the person was naïve or they were up to something. Either way, it wasn’t something that Victoria could simply look over. She knew that Sidony could take care of herself. As she observed from the shadows, she began to notice a change in the foliage around the man. Was he preparing a defense, or was he looking to attack? It wasn’t a question she was going to wait to find the answer to.

She broke into a sprint before leaping into the air. She came crashing down on the top of the van, using he claws to slow her momentum as she gazed down from above. She rested her ankles against her haunches, perching herself above the driver’s window and directly above Sidony and the mutant.

Is this going to be a problem?

Against her better judgment, she hadn’t simply attacked the man. Given that it seemed the two had engaged in a conversation, most of which she hadn’t picked up. With her hands firmly clasped to the frame of the van, talons on full display, she hoped her message would get across loud and clear.
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