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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?

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 Safe Haven, Christopher townsend
MOLLY A. CARTER
 Posted: Jul 5 2017, 03:15 AM
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October 16, 2034 12:34 AM


The six block hike back to her apartment she had been dreading was almost over. Molly's feet were singing her a sad, painful tune after her double shift at the diner. She'd made quite a few tips, probably enough to keep the power on for another month, maybe some left over to squirrel away. She'd begged off her overnight job. Her back couldn't take the surprise double shift and stocking the grocery store all in one night. She hoped Ron was asleep, or passed out on the couch by the time she finally slipped her key into the lock on the door.

She stopped a moment to adjust her shoe laces on a step and someone nearby slammed their car door. Molly practically jumped out of her skin, toppling over onto her ass on the sidewalk. She clutched at her chest, feeling her heart beat erratically in her chest. She sighed, feeling ridiculous at the over reaction and sat for a moment trying to gather herself and calm down. She got up with a groan and walked the last block before spotting Ron waiting outside on the steps up to their building.

Molly stopped dead in her tracks. She hadn't told him she had called out, he didn't know she was even coming home. Maybe she could just turn around and go somewhere else until later. She started to turn around and go back the way she came but Ron spotted her.

"Molly!" he shouted after her, getting up off the steps and walking hurriedly toward her. She stopped trying to walk away, wincing as he shouted at her. "Molly what the hell are you doing here?" His fingers dug into her upper arm as they closed painfully around it. "You're supposed to be at work." he hissed in her ear. His eyes darted around, looking up and down the length of the street as he started to drag her back to the apartment.

"I-I know I just...it was a double shift at the diner and I...I'm tired Ron. I'm sorry...I forgot to call and tell you." She winced at the grip on her arm, shuffling along trying to keep up with him. She knew she should have called him. She thought about it as she left the diner, but if he was asleep she didn't want to wake him, he'd just be mad she'd woken him up. She should have at least left a message or texted him.

"I know, I know. Just get inside, huh?" He started up the steps, dragging her with him.
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CHRISTOPHER E. TOWNSEND
 Posted: Sep 27 2017, 02:35 AM
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Stakeout work was boring; like waiting in a Lube in a Jif for an oil change level of boring. Listening to the radio was off the market. He had to keep from getting distracted. Last time he'd lost a perp when he was singing along with DMX at an unsuitable volume. Coffee had turned his stomach onto a hardball about three hours in; and he was developing a pull in his shoulder from sitting in the same position for too long. But a murder suspect was a murder suspect. Head rolled in a semi-circle as he watched the guy chain smoke about a half a pack of cigarettes on the front steps his apartment building. It was clear that he was waiting for something or someone. Ron looked twitchy. Cocaine would have been his best guess by the way he kept wiping his nose.

Breath sighed out as he shifted his weight again. His skin was itchy from sweat and his ass was going numb. Maybe it was time to call in for a replacement. Boredom on this level was a game changer. Leaning to get his jacket from the passenger seat, Townsend rifled through the pockets to look for his cellular phone. A yawn escaped his lungs as he scrubbed his face with his free hand, the other waiting for the device to ring up the department... more specifically, his temp partner for the week. He'd been assigned to the temp because Dorsey was out on medical leave. Chris didn't know the specifics, but he didn't pry either. He'd spent his fair share of time out on similar leave because of his own health concerns; what was a week without the Nevada native?

"Oh hey.. yeah this is Townsend. I was wondering if you were okay with ---shit." Forgoing the manners on how to properly end a call, Chris hung up the phone and maneuvered out of the unmarked vehicle toward the stoop and the altercation that had just broken out. Stooping to pick up a rock, he wrist flicked it at the back of Ronald's head. it was enough to get him to let go of the blonde he'd recognized from the case file. Molly Carter. Paramedic. Twenty eight. Ron's agitated expression was met with his fist. his knees buckled enough for Chris to get the leverage he needed to take the asshole down onto his face. With his knee in his back, Chris held tight the wrist and elbow and applied pressure. "That's it, you're coming down town. Ma'am, are you alright?"
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MOLLY A. CARTER
 Posted: Nov 18 2017, 04:11 PM
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Something felt off about tonight. Ron seemed in a hurry to get her inside. Other times, he probably would have yelled at her for skipping work, because they needed the money. And he wouldn't care who would hear. He'd do it right there out on the street. Tonight, there was none of that, just dragging her toward the front door as quickly as possible. Twisting her arm in his grip to try and alleviate the pain, Molly stumbled and caught herself on the steps. She looked back at Ron just in time to see someone charging over at them. Before she could even say anything, something hit the back of Ron's head and he let her go. Just in time for him to get socked in the jaw.

"Oh!" Molly cried out, putting a hand over her mouth in shock. She was confused as to what had just happened, and knew that Ron would find a way to blame her for it later. She had to stop whatever the heck was going on. The guy pinning Ron to the ground had said he was going down town, so she put two and two together. "Officer...Officer I'm fine...Please, just let my boyfriend up. It's fine. He didn't do anything. We were just heading inside. it's totally fine."

Ron, not as quick on the uptake as Molly and having not got a good enough look at the guy who took him down, started to shout at her. "You called the cops on me?! Are you kidding me right now! I didn't do anything! Why the hell are you calling cops on me Molly?!" He started to struggle in Townsend's grip, looking to get up and get answers out of his girlfriend. The hold his arm was in was painful and only made him more angry. She stepped back, away from Ron so he couldn't see her as she tried to tell him it wasn't her.

"Please, just let him up...he didn't do anything wrong." she begged, yet again.
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