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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?

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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VALERIE G. BARTON
 Posted: May 8 2017, 10:23 PM
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The streets of the city were quiet in this part of town, at this time of the night. Valerie wasn’t concerned for her safety, far from it really. Years of Shield training had taught her to expect anything, well almost anything. Val rounded the corner and walked down the dark, dimly lit sidewalk. There were street lambs, but they were here and there. Dressing in normal street clothing. A pair of pale jeans, basic blue tee, and her old worn out black leather jacket.

Hands were kept in the leathery pockets as she strolled down the almost abandoned city block. This part of town was where the extremely lower classes lived. Where the king below the streets usually reared his ugly head. Not that he was ugly, but most of his people were the different sort of mutants. Val had met the man once, by mistake really. Got lost trying to ditch some cops. The warning from the Morlock about bringing heat to his kingdom was made very clear. Valerie knew it was a big line not to cross.

Tonight, wasn’t about action however. No, tonight was about getting some info. A source had given her the name of a reliable person that was able to get her some credentials. Valerie’s source was good, she sort of trusted it. As much as a secret agent could trust someone. Valerie however walked down the concrete with calm grace. Like the situation wasn’t nerve wracking at all. Once she started to approach the corner of two streets, their meeting place, Valerie started to whistle. She was on time, just a few minutes before the contact would meet up with her.

Cell phone was withdrawn from the back pocket of her jeans. The time was spot on, Valerie already knew the area, having scouted it earlier. It didn’t hurt to be prepared. Having a personal mission to hunt down and hurt Division where it hurt. To take the fight to them. Shield was gone, but the fight continued.

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CLARENCE M. FOSTER
 Posted: Jun 4 2017, 06:27 PM
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Working hours were always wonky. The only time Michelangelo ever really saw the sun was if he'd been on an all night bender and damn near blinded himself opening the door to head home. But he didn't mind it, he'd always been a night owl. Did some of his best work half drunk in the middle of the night. Not tonight though. And definitely not here. Mike had more self preservation than to go to the slums for a job while sauced. That's just asking to die. So, he was slightly grumpy as he wandered toward the meeting spot, dressed in not what he'd call his best. His paint spattered jeans, undershirt and plaid button up were not what he would have chosen, but he'd gotten a bit lost in painting a Klimt for another customer and lost track of time.

He shuffled along the street, keeping his shoulders hunched and his head down with his hands shoved in his pockets. This job should be easy money, new ident card with all the bells and whistles. He could do that in his sleep. He was still a block away when he heard someone whistle a little tune from just around the corner. He sighed. The cloak and dagger shit was unnecessary down here but he could understand the need for the real paranoid to know they were meeting who they agreed to meet. So he went along with it and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as he turned the corner, his predetermined signal as he leaned against the building.

Mike looked around as he took a drag, perking up just slightly at spotting a rather nice piece of ass shoved into some jeans. Well, maybe this job wouldn't be so horrible after all. Never could say no to a pretty face.

"You know...whistling on a deserted street just gets more attention. Nice tune though."
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VALERIE G. BARTON
 Posted: Jun 5 2017, 08:43 PM
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The streets were still dead as the woman with the beanie over her skull waiting for her contact. The waiting was something she was having to get use to. Daisy had taught her to be patient, or rather tried to. Having that much patience for someone to show up with something she desired was hard to do. Val was use to doing things for herself, but she understood that there were still limits to the things even she could take on. Forging identification cards was a hard thing to do. She could fake many things, mostly digital, but nothing solid in real life for anyone to examine. Hacking was her primary focus for such things. Valerie could upload a profile into a company's database of employees without issue, making a badge was slightly more complex. Thankfully Antigone Stark was nice enough to help her out with some finances. Even if it meant sitting behind a desk for forty or more hours a week, like the normal corporate tools.

"I bet half the people around here couldn't give two shits." Val said looking at the man who'd agreed to set her up. "You know those things will kill you, right?" Barton said eyeing the cigarette. She didn't smoker herself. It was a bad habit and would only slow her down. Valerie needed to be top of her fitness goals. If there was a need to run for dear life, coughing wouldn't help matters. The enemy wouldn't allow her to catch her breath or take five.

"Don't get your tighty whities in a crinkle there broshef." The Shield agent moved closer to the man ruining his lungs. He didn't look like a threat, even though it was possible a weapon was hidden on his person. That was fair enough really, Valerie wasn't stupid enough to come unarmed. A handgun was holstered against the small of her back. "I agree to the price as stated. If you can deliver faster I can offer you more." A gloved hand left her jacket to make a motion that signified that money was of no value. All that was required was a good source of documents. Eyes scanned the area around them as the two of them talked. She was doing so fast that her contact would hardly have enough time to even notice it. If he was Division, then she'd need to make a quick bee line for her escape route. A path in which she placed a bad containing weapons, and everything she needed to make a get away. "I can recommend exercise to combat the cravings. Plus, helps you get ripped. Not to mention getting away from the big C."

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CLARENCE M. FOSTER
 Posted: Feb 10 2018, 11:27 PM
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A small chuckle escaped Mike's mouth as he took another drag on his cigarette before flicking it away. "There are lots of things that'll kill me much quicker than a cancer stick, sweetheart. And besides, it's not the worst of my habits. Unhappy customers are much more dangerous." Everyone always seemed to have an opinion on his smoking. Well...those who considered themselves moral or righteous did anyway. But their money was just as good as everyone else's, so he usually let them say their piece, trying to convince him to quit while he was alive. As long as they didn't try to convince him to give up his fabulous life of crime.

Mike stayed still, almost lazily so as his new client stepped closer, slouching into his lean against the wall. He was entirely comfortable out here, though that didn't mean he was stupid enough to come out here weaponless. He felt the cold metal of his hand gun press against his stomach as he slouched, grinning at her as she said the faster he produced the more money he'd get. Those were the magic words. He smiled bigger.

”Oh, I can move somethings around and put you to the front of the line. It will, of course cost you, but it’ll be top quality.” Mike pushed off the wall and held out his hand for the agreement. Verbal contracts usually work best for him; anything in writing always seemed to screw him over.

"I get enough exercise that I’m not huffin’ and puffin’ up the stairs, usually with other physical pursuits. But I’ll get you your goods in lets say a week, for an extra 25%?” It was a bit of a hike, he knew, but he was willing to haggle it down if she really wanted to. It just depended on her, her need and desperation.


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VALERIE G. BARTON
 Posted: Mar 3 2018, 04:56 PM
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Eyes trailed the movement the man’s hand up to his mouth and flicking away the butt. It wasn’t a very environmentally safe move, but clearly the guy didn’t look like he gave a shit much about the world around him and she couldn’t blame him there. After all she could understand the job he’d been part of making him a good deal stressed out. One could always get ride of unhappy customers, but cancer was harder to deal with. ”I suppose that’s true.” Val said slapping the envelope that had the required payment. The situation was still far from handled, but at anytime she was ready for a trap.

When he finally mentioned the goods Valerie perked up. There was no way in hell she’d asked for a written agreement. The lack of a paper trail is why she’d gone out of her way to find a guy to do it for her. ”It’ll be able to pass state lines as well?” Valerie said, still holding onto the envelope. In case her mission needed hear to take trips outside of the nation’s capital. The checkpoints set up on each border of a state had become increasingly efficient at stopping unregistered mutants and alike. ”They need to be solid.” The agent said handing over the large envelope of cash into the man’s outstretched hand. ”I’ve heard that you do good work. Just wanted to make sure.”

She wasn’t surprised when he mentioned having trouble going up stairs. The note about other physical pursuits was lost on the agent, having only really watched movies about relationships than actually having one yet. ”There’s 50% if you keep the whole thing quiet and don’t tell a soul. Not even your girlfriend or kid. I don’t need anyone snooping around asking questions about me.” The guy seemed like a talker and that’s not what she needed right now. She didn’t want a peep of this to get out, to anyone. The less risk of someone finding her the better. If she betrayed him then that was a whole other can of worms she’d have to deal with later. ”A week is acceptable.” Valerie said putting both hands into her jacket pockets.

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