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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 9:52 pm
 _ 11/07/2037 _ 14:00
Agent Turner looked at the crash zone in front of it. The skidmark and...vehicle, if it could be called that, had caused a traffic back up on the highway that left more than a couple Atlantans hot under the collar. Their feelings over being unable to proceed as well as some people's disdain of slowly being asked to do U turns so they could find another way to their destination was not what was on his mind. His mind was working the problem before him. Which was, actually, very problematic. If he didn't know any better he'd say that what was before him was from space; and the only reason he hadn't dismissed it right off the bat was because twenty-four years ago there had been an invasion of New York. As well as a couple other things that made the news. He'd been young back then but it had been among the world changing events in history. It's like hadn't been seen in the last fifteen years.
Which was why he was silently cursing to himself in worry. First those quadrapedial things the lab techs were still trying to understand and now this. Their division was meant to handle mutants, not invasions. They weren't meant to handle alien threats, just domestic ones. Unfortunately with the lack of agencies like S.H.I.E.L.D they were somehow the ones called in for it. Then again based on the way that witnesses said that two guys helped someone, some human figure, out of the crash and into one of their cars before they pulled off it might have been up their ally.
The moment they'd heard about the cars, he'd issued an order to send out a few eye in the skies. Afterwards he started up a net to catch them - direct them to an area that'd be easy to ambush them.
"Sir, we have another situation."
Turner turned his gaze from the crash site to one of the other agents working with him. They were young, idealistic. "Report."
"There was a gunshot downtown."
"Sounds like a problem for the boys in blue, not us."
"Eye witnesses swear that something they couldn't see put a human sized hole through the brick wall right when the gun fired. I don't know about you but I've never seen a handgun do that."
Looking back to the crash, Turner nodded. Aliens, escapees, and now wall punchers.
"What's the address?" Agent turner requested; the moment he got it, a small sound of unpleasant surprise forced it's way out of his mouth. It was at a location that they'd been trying to get to; a business of interest so to say. Now they had the perfect chance. "Send a squad over with full tactical. If there's people firing guns and making new holes we have to play it carefully."
"Right sir. Are you going with that group?"
"No, I'm going to stick with this one. I got a good feeling about it."
Which was why, after one last look at the ship, Turner started back to his car. The two vehicles which had hightailed it away from the crash site had been tracked to one street as the blockades creating detours piled up around them. They were like flies heading straight for the web and he intended to make sure they got stuck. Even if it had nothing to do with mutants creating chaos once more, Turner wanted answers for the crash and he was going to get them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 9:58 pm
The church may have been magnificent once upon a time but now it was just another building left behind in time. The white stripes which bordered the red bricks had faded into a dull, dusty shade as plants encroached on the walls. Even the modern fence which was meant to keep people out had seen better days as it hadnβt been maintained in quite a while. Patches of rust and sagging sections made that fairly obvious. And the plumbing, what little there was of it, had been put into one small room which was attached to the side of the building like an afterthought.
Despite the fact that it hadnβt operated as a church in quite a while this particular building was still a refuge for the downtrodden and disposed, those needing and seeking comfort for something that they were not able to change. Half of the wooden pews had been moved aside to help those dispossessed have somewhere to lay their heads as they took refuge in the old building.
As another person entered the building, the room went completely quiet. As though time had paused and even the sound of godβs house had ended. There were people there, yes, but not ones that this new comer (Aren) would see very easily. A father, holding his young daughter, used what power he possessed to cast a sort of glamour or illusion over the corner where everyone was. Another man who may have seemed hostile at first glance made sure that any sound leaving the refugees was not overheard by the perceived intruder. Both men strained against the stress that using their mutations caused. Which may have explained the restless and twitchy nature of the rest of the group.
There was a woman of asian lineage that seemed as though sheβd seen better days; her face was sullen and there was a desperate feeling in her frail, sweatshirt covered body, that made her seem like she could strike out at any time. There was a group of woman with darker skin and hair kept in a natural way. They may have appeared like sisters but they were not. One had tear stains running down her full cheeks, another one looked at the new man as though he were the one going to reach out and strike, and the other seemed like they were preparing to fight in case that was true. Along with them was a younger girl whom looked no more than twelve years old though the truth was she was a couple years older than that. Unlike the others in the room she had a physical mutation that could be seen on her skin, painting her in the palest of blues with vibrant cerulean markings. She was farther away from the group, as far as she could manage actually, but she wasnβt the last refugee. That spot belonged to a blond young lady (Esme).
It seemed that the mention of food was what finally spurred the guys to lower what meger protections they had raised. As the illusion fell and sound came back to the world, Aren would have been able to see the motley group. The father sat down his young daughter and stepped forward.
βThank you,β he spoke out in an accented voice, portuguese to be in fact.
The little girl moved away from her father and went to look at the heavy bags. Meanwhile most of the group hung back as the little girl started to look around. As she looked around, she looked up towards Aren with a look of severe concentration on her face.
βVocΓͺ parece estranho,β the little girl spoke, earning a reprimanding look from her father.
βIsso nΓ£o Γ© legal, Isobella. Diga que estΓ‘ arrependido.β
The little girl frowned before looking up towards Aren, mumbling out, βEu sinto muito.β
As the others moved closer, there were a couple that were very quiet - particularly the tear stained young woman and the sallow asian-american. One of the women leaned down pick up one of the bags so that they could split the food for all the refugees. After sheβd picked up the bag there was a sort of shuddering smile on her face as she tried to show her gratitude.
βThanks for this. But do you have any idea when weβre getting moved? The guy that brought us here said weβd only be here for a week before they took us somewhere else. Itβs been more than a week.β
The longer she talked, the more incessive the tears from the dark skin woman got and the more the shaky, short haired woman wearing a sweatshirt became. Unfortunately for Aren he was about to find out that they werenβt actually refugees. They were Hounds sent from Sentinel Services; mutants that were tortured and drugged until the point that they couldnβt ignore orders nor even talk unless they were given permission to. And unfortunately unlike a majority of mutants these ones had been given a special drug, a pharmaceutical grade of Kick, which made their powers stronger than the average mutant on the street.
The small mutantβs telekinesis mixed with the tearful mutantβs ability to manipulate radiate energy from the sun...well that was about to give Aren a very hard time.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 9:59 pm
_ 11/07/2037
He could feel it deep in his bones; this was the day he started breaking the terrorists...that he started to disassemble the group known as the Mutant Underground. After seeing the crash on the highway first hand there was too much for him to process so focused on what he could do. Which was making sure that all the ways to escape were blocked off. Agent Turner got out of his car to make sure that the mutant asset on loan to them from the Hound Program, a former Mutant Underground associate that had been reconditioned to do something good for his country, was ready to go. The blond haired mutant looked like at one point he must have been quite handsome with his strong jaw and blond hair but it had been wasted over time. Not that he was old but it was more that the riggers of breaking the mutant of his terrorist ideology and loyalties had taken their toll on him. Pulse was the quiet type now as far as Agent Turner was concerned. He obeyed orders and did what he needed to in order to help protect the country - that was the only thing that really mattered.
"Ready to go?" Turner asked with a small amount of excitement in his voice.
Pulse nodded as he got out of the van he'd been transported in. Agent Turner smiled slightly as he nodded, nerves and excitement mixing.
"Today's the day, I can feel it. We'll finally bring one of these guys in."
Pulse didn't respond visibly or verbally. Not that Turner really cared. What he did care about was the fact that all agents were at the ready and that they had plenty of tranquilizers on hand. They didn't have collars for everyone just yet seeing as they were targeted for individuals once they figured out their mutation. The early versions that attempted to suppress the X-gene across the board were far less effective. For once that had been training to use their powers for evil they only sometimes worked. Turner would rather have a certainty. Which was why he had Pulse shut down all powers within his radias.
He stood behind the concrete boncade that had been set up quickly. Behind him were the vans which they would soon use to take away the mutants caught today. Beside him was Pulse with his eyes lit up yellow, pulsing with energy that shut off all other mutations within a two block radias all around him. As the sounds of vehicals hauling towards them filled the air, Turner got into position with his gun and all.
"Get ready!" He called out to all the agents around them.
There was a van and an old truck. The van swerved in it's path instead of ramming into the blockade set up. Smart choice. The van slowed down as it approached. Though Agent Turner couldn't hear the exact words that the person, probably another mutant, called out to the truck, he understood the sentiment. Confusion and frustration. Good. That's what he wanted.
"We're with sentinel services!" Turner identified himself as was fairly standard. "Stop your vehicle and get out with your hands behind your head, or we will open fire!"
He was a man of his word. If they didn't stop and surrender of their own free will, Agent Turner and more than a handful of agents would open fire on all of them. They had the united states government and world opinion on their side. There was nothing that Turner wouldn't do to see justice done.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:04 pm
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After much negotiation and some gentle strong arming, Doctor Roderick Campbell had something to look forward to. The mutants in their holding cells were what he had negotiated for with the Sentinel Services. Some of them had needed some patching up of course but nothing that he and his team hadn't been able to handle. Especially as their first physical inspections had yielded some very interesting results.
The doctor himself stood in a room filled with different screens. There was a screen for each mutant as well as one in the hallway, limiting blindspots. There were also monitors set up for each mutant that was getting feedback from the collars they had placed upon the subjects. For their own protection of course. He couldn't just have his subjects wondering about using their powers as they pleased; they would need to be shot to protect those in his facility if that was the case. Besides that having the collars on allowed him some leverage so that he could persuade them into following directions.
He watched the four subjects as they started to wake up from the anesthesia that they'd been under since their capture. Their reactions fell within the normal expected range. And he waited for just the right moment to interject.
βProbably because we havenβt been here long enough for them to get collars made to block each of our powers. That or they donβt want to waste the money on us.β
βYouβre right on the first account, Mr. Diaz.β
With a motion of his hand, Doctor Campbell had the door at the end of the holding cells' connecting hallway temporarily unlocked. It wasn't the door to let the subjects (Danvers, Diaz, Jacinto, and Craft) out but so that he could get into the hallway and speak to them personally. Once the door was unlocked he walked out of the monitoring room and down the hallway towards the holding cells' hallway. He checked to make sure that the lines of his coat were still pressed down and before entering the room. First impressions mattered, even with subjects after all.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Campbell and I run this facility," He introduced himself, standing in a spot where he knew that they could all see him if they tried or cared to. "My team and I worked to ensure your safety and relative comfort."
Other than being held against their will of course.
"As you can see, you've been given collars that will limit your capacity to express your mutation," he spoke as he looked towards each of them, eyes stopping on Danver's for a moment with moderate interest. "At least in most of your cases. I must say that I'm not accustomed to hosting an Inhuman; interesting subsection that you are, you are almost extinct in this day and age. Regardless, the collar should function the same way as it does for your mutant compatriots."
He could remember a time around fifteen to twenty years when the media was all very, very worried about inhumans. Propaganda about being vigilant and reporting any suspicious activity thanks to people like Senator Nadeer had outstripped the warnings against and for mutant attacks for a while. His attention turned towards that male subject that had been able to squeeze through the bars. It was good to know that their cages needed a bit of adjusting; he was somewhat grateful to the subject for showing them a flaw in their system. Sure they could do away with all the bars all together and just have each cell nice and solid but the good doctor found that the connective area helped with a certain emotional manipulative technique that he thought may come into play soon.
"Oh, and Mr. Craft, I do apologize but if you were harboring the idea that your government might be contacted to negotiate for your transfer, that won't be possible," the doctor gave a humorless, tight lipped smile. "Under the current laws, you'll have to understand that the U.S government has full jurisdiction to handle all threats to national security. And as an associate of Mr. Diaz and the others here, that's just what you've become. Now--"
The doctor was stopped in the middle of his introduction by the ringing of his cell phone. He brought the device and listened to the person who thought contact him to be of utmost importance. With wide, almost excited eyes, the doctor bid adu to the person on the phone before looking at the captive subjects once more.
"Apologies. But I'll have to cut our meeting short, something of great interest just came up."
Siblings that were able to bring down a government building level of interest.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:09 pm
 11/07/2037 ___________ 02:00 __________Target: Freya
ATTACK!!!
As she passed by a larger building, Freyaβs car was overturned by a beast jumping at her as though all it wanted in life was a bear hug. As the beast recovered from overturning her car it flipped around in a way that was almost feline. If felines looked like they snapped their own backs to turn so sharply. Long claws, teeth, and all came back at the redhead in extraordinary fashion as it made an attempt to get to her through the windows.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:09 pm
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It hadnβt very long after finding out about the Strucker children being downtown until he was able to get some information he hoped would be useful. When they had brought their four new subjects in they had confiscated all their personal belongings. Included, but not limited to, Mr. Diazβs cell phone. Considering the resources he had on hand with the recently renewed Trask industries, getting a phone number out of it hadnβt been hard.
_____βMarcos? Where are you?β
βAh Miss Dane. I was hoping you would pick up.β
_____βWhere is he? Whereβs Marcos? What did you do to him?β
βDonβt worry Miss Dane, heβs perfectly safe in our custody. Although Iβm more interested in discussing the two siblings that you have under your care. I do believe you know exactly who Iβm talking about. The strucker siblings.β
_____βWho the hell are you?β
βAll in due time Miss Dane. Call this number if you want to see Mister Diaz again.β
At which point he hung up. There was a small triumphant smile smile on his face. Heβd planted the seeds and he had plenty of time to watch them bloom. He just needed to be patient. Doctor Campbell sat the phone down on the desk. He took a moment to plug it into his system. If or when Lorna Dane called back heβd be able to pick it up from his own phone, or computer. Once it was hooked up he turned back to the monitoring screens. His new subjects were very interesting. And he found letting people talk to each other was the most effective way to get information out of them. Itβs why heβd designed the cells how theyβd been. It was also why nothing was done when one of their subjects, Jasper Croft, had slipped through the bars between his and another subjectβs (Alexandria Jacinto) cell.
"She's a stubborn s**t. They got quite the jolt, but they aren't very sensitive to being ******** with. You can touch them and not get shocked. Decent hardware. Full of copper wire."
Campbellβs eyebrow rose at that. Considering that most of the wire was inside of the device, sealed away, it meant he was somehow learning the system without it going off. Unless he was part of the team that built them, which Campbell knew wasnβt the case already, there was no way he should have known what went on inside of the collar or what it was built out. It led him to believe that Jasper Croft was using his mutant power. Interesting...they were going to need to turn up the configuration for that one if he was able to use it without getting shocked. In the other cell, another interesting conversation was going on between the βinhumanβ and Mr. Diaz.
"Alright, so clearly a lot has changed in the time I've been gone. Mind filling me in more than you did in the truck. You said Shield is gone."
βYeah, I remember something about how they made a mess of things around the time that the Registration acts and the Sokavian accords made life even harder to live if you werenβt a normal human. After that most mutants had to go into hiding, specially with that whole inhumane scare that went around for a while. Some guy tried to start SHIELD back up but that went bust and no oneβs heard from that group in more than fifteen years now. Were you one of their kids or something? βCause you seem a little bit out of the loop. No offense.β
"None taken, and no. Worked with them a while back but I've been off planet for a few decades give or take, if you're saying it's 2037. So does anyone know that you're here or are we on our own for our grand escape?"
Oh good. They were already talking about escaping. He hoped that would get brought up early. Now it meant he could begin. Which was ironic considering that Mr. Croft started to bring that up.
"Marcos, in your professional fugitive opinion, how long do you think we have before they move us to some sort of scientific torture chamber?"
Campbell sent orders for one of the tables to be prepared. At which point when he was sure everything was ready to move onto the start of the conditioning. He decided to take a couple different precautions. Two guards with more muscles than a seafood buffet followed him this time when he moved back into the patientβs corridor.
βRestrain him, I only need the girl for now.β
βLeave her alone!β
Campbell turned to look into the window holding the protective mutant. βDonβt worry Mr. Diaz, we wonβt hurt your daughter anymore than necessary.β
Based on the expression he got as the man backed away from the glass in surprise, he knew heβd made an impact. Though the good doctor couldnβt tell it was from surprise that he knew about the relationship or if Mr. Diaz was shocked to hear the news himself. As he spoke out to Mr. Diaz, the highly trained guards kept Mr. Croft away from the door so that Miss Jacinto could be led out.
He lingered in the hallway with her and the person so kindly escorting her out while the doors were closed. βRelax Miss Jacinto, I know that youβre suffering from withdrawals. Iβm here to mitigate the pain.β
Without saying another word to the other three subjects, Doctor Campbell preceded Miss Jacinto and the security enforcers. He lead her directly across the hall to where the experimentation room was set up and waiting for him. It looked somewhere between a lab and a surgery. He had Miss Jacinto put onto the slightly padded table. As she was being restrained and the βbedβ placed into a semi-sitting position, Campbell made himself useful by measuring out the amount of drug that he needed for this next part. Around the padded, adjustable table were small areas for any fluids to be drained safely away if she, or they, were so inclined to have them released. There were also a series of needles set up for injections and another set up for removals lined up with where the subjectβs spine would be, each with their own holes in the table and bedding so that there was nothing to interfere. Unfortunately as he had plans to obtain other subjects soon, he couldnβt start the full proceedings without damaging her. They would still need her to be able to walk out at a momentβs notice - spinal taps tended to make that very difficult and very unpleasant.
βNow, Miss Jacinto,β Doctor Campbell started calmly as he turned to look to make sure that she was properly restrained on the bed. He showed her the needle filled with the clear fluid. βThis is Ibogaine. Itβs used to help treat opioid addictions; it will make this a more pleasant experience for you.β
As well as yield some interesting results. Ibogaine was, simply put, a hallucinogenic. It had the most interesting effects on a subject. It put subjects into a dissaciative state where he could lead them through situations in their mind and gather data from their responses. It was this data which he used to help the subjects cooperate in the Hound program; something he was still perfecting. While Miss Jacinto wasnβt the exact subject he was looking for her genetic connections with the mutant Marcos Diaz may prove interesting for the short time they had her. If nothing else he could use this drug to start swaying her beliefs and ideals, plant seeds for later.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:11 pm
 November 9th,2037 __________ Cool and Clear
Utter chaos was the theme of November 7th, 2037.
Marcos had left early in the morning to run errands for the cartel. On his way back to the Mutant Underground Headquarters, he ran into some troubles as Carol Danvers crashed back down to Earth. Thankfully a kind mutant samaritan by the name of Jasper had tried to help them get out of the mess. Sentinel Services, however, were already in a goodly number in the area so they were on them like white one rice. When the Underground heard about the plight, they concocted a plan to try and lure some of the forces off so that they could escape.
To that endeavor Lauren, Andy, Norman, Sonya and others went into downtown Atlanta. Their goal was to get the cameras to focus on Andy and Lauren to draw some of the heat off of Marcos, Jasper, and Carol. It worked...but not in the way they wanted. A beast attacked them while they were downtown, destroying and harming a lot of people. The group worked to contain the damage but in their fright Andy and Lauren only made it worse. A hidden power emerged when the two siblings held hands; the force of their abilities combined destroyed not only the beast but city hall and all those that were inside.
Despite their best efforts, Sentinel Services still cornered Marcos, Jasper and Carol before the Underground could do anything. They used the Hound once known as Pulse against them. In a last ditch effort to help, Alex and Morgan (who'd been out on less than innocent pursuits) ran into the fight but they too were in vain. All of them were taken in by Sentinel Services and immediately handed off to Trask Industries.
Even though Dr. Campbell had just received multiple mutants to experiment on, he wasn't satisfied. He heard about what was happening downtown and he wanted the Strucker Siblings. He used Marcos' phone to call to Lorna to offer her a trade. This call further ruined the magnetic girl's day. She was already out with Shandra trying to track down a wayward mutant - Ian. When they had found him he was with another prior student named Freya. Apparently he'd been asleep for days because of Freya's mutation. So it was no wonder that her mood soured when she heard Dr. Campbell's offer to trade the teenagers for Marcos and the others.
She did not share this offer with the others as they started to drive away with Ian. Which was probably for the better as the day continued to get worse. They were back on the main road, traveling by the downtown area, when Lauren and Andy brought down Town Hall. To make it even worse, Freya's car had been overturned by one of those fearsome Beasts. Shandra, Lorna and Ian went to help Freya. They were joined by Jason and together they were able to keep the damage as minimal as possible given the situation. As they got back to the Headquarters, Lorna and Shandra would have been filled in on what happened with the Struckers. Which left Lorna in an even harder position - did she turn over the powerful siblings to get Marcos back?
She wasn't the only one facing some challenging moral problems. Aren had been sent to a church on a simple supplies run. He ended up having to team up with a couple mutants there (Esme and Roland) in order to defend and defeat brainwashed mutants. The fight wasn't without injury but as everyone pulled together they were able to get away before the cops rounded them up. And thanks to the new healer, Blake, on board, any injuries they may have sustained would have been tended to on the way back to the headquarters.
Thankfully something else went right that day. As Lorna was forced to contemplate the choice presented to her by Dr. Campbell, another mutant from the past was helping Marcos, Carol, Alex, and Jasper to escape. Raven was back from nonexistence and she was not pleased by the state of the world. Though at least she was able to help them all break out before any permanent damage could be done.
Just because a couple things had been going right doesn't mean that everything was turning up sunshine and daisies. At an Island off the coast of Florida, a small group of mutants were getting acquainted with another doctor not all that dissimilar to Dr. Campbell - Harlan Harkonnen. He may have been helping out Mihaila with her condition but there were darker things at play...
As the weekend drew to a close and Monday rolled around, everyone would have had enough time to let the chaos of the previous days settle. A rare opportunity in a world that seemed custom made to hit everyone where it really hurt.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:12 pm
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"Sophia Hernandez coming to you with another frightening story! Just over a week ago, there was a group of mutant terrorists running rampant downtown. They killed so many people that this report still doesn't have the exact numbers yet. And now, the city is hard at work trying to repair the horror that they've done yet again. I stand yards away from the most horrific sight I've seen in my life! Average citizens and politicians alike went to work yesterday, never suspecting that their lives would come to a gruesome end before the day was out. As you can see they never stood a chance."
She motioned behind her to the wreckage that was city hall. There were emergency vehicles everywhere that had been there overnight. Along with them there was so much caution tape that the area looked like it was dressed in yellow stripes. The thing that would astound anyone that knew the area was the fact that the building of city hall was gone. The largest piece of rubble was the size of fist biscuits.
"Thousands of families are left grieving after yesterday's horror. Though records haven't been released over who could have done such a thing, our sources say that they saw a monstrous creature as well as a group of mutants before there was a flash of light. I feel comfortable saying that those responsible must be the worst kind of villains our society has seen in more than a generation."
There was a moment of silence from the reporter. Her silence was made more prominent by people all around; their reactions as they came to see the horror that had become their town. As the focus turned back to the reporter, Sophia, those in the background took on a more ethereal quality.
"Perhaps one of the worst things was that this horrific sight is not even a singular event. As our once proud Town Hall was destroyed, more violence sprouted not too far off on the highway. We'll turn over to Jose Carrillo for a better look."
The local news faded over to another section of the town. A man with dark hair and a well fitted suit. He had an old fashioned microphone in his hand. Behind him there was a sound wall. In the background, though, there was one of the main highways that ran through downtown Atlanta. Everything was stopped - highly unusual.
"Thank you Sophia," the reporter said with a mild accented voice. "Behind me is the highway that runs along the downtown area. As you can see, traffic is at a standstill as emergency responders are just now able to leave the area. While town hall was being savaged, unsuspecting drivers were also being attacked. Reports seem to collaborate with the horrifying events just a mile away. There was a monster and a bunch of mutants battering innocents about. It just goes to show you that the terrorists responsible for this have no sense of mercy! While no pictures have officially been released, there have been many quickly taken pictures of the event. I'd be interested to look through social media...it might just be what we need to start doing to keep our families safe in the wake of such events. This was Jose and I say to you: Forewarned is forearmed."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:15 pm
February 13th __________ Mild
Life over the past few months has only seemed to get increasingly difficult for the mutant underground. It seems more and more that the media is demonizing mutants, which has only increased the activities of the purifiers. An anti-mutant group that will take strikes at mutants, ranging from intimidation, arson and lynchings. Despite their increase in activity, the purifiers are the least of the mutant undergrounds problems, Sentinel Services has become more driven than ever to bring down the mutant underground that has kept interfering with their endeavors to bring mutants in.
During their struggles the mutant underground unfortunately lost some members to internment camps that have been popping up across the United States. These camps are heavily guarded and have stripped mutants of their basic human rights. Which is naturally being hidden from the general public. This high level of protection at the camps is forcing the mutant underground to take some time to prepare for the rescue mission to retrieve those that they've lost. So, for those that find themselves in these camps, it's a matter of keeping their heads above water and maybe finding a way out of the hell hole that they have found themselves in.
The government is also starting to act more openly when it comes to mutants. There's a meeting of senate where mutant regulations will be discussed, so naturally the mutant underground has to get some eyes and ears to the event. It's better to be aware of what fate lays ahead of your people than to play ignorant. Odds are though, it won't be sunshine and rainbows for the mutant underground, as there has been a clear negative output of statements from many of the senators in attendance.
There has been a faint ray of light though, a contingency of mutants have ventured down to the X-mansion to prep it as a sanctuary for mutants, as a place that is much easier to defend than their current residence. Another group makes a move on a shipment of mutants being moved from Sentinel Services to an undisclosed location. It would be a shame if that bus never made and the mutants vanished.
Either way, the mutant underground is sinking in the recent months. Will they change the course or will they succumb to the waves crushing them? Only time will tell.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:20 pm
 β β β β β β β β __ β β β β β β β β β β Plans were currently in motion to retrieve Sophie and Phoebe, granted the success of that rested on Esme's shoulders and the mutant underground but the Inner Circle had their attention on something else. There was an internment camp that held some members of the Mutant Underground. While they weren't working with the Underground, perhaps they could get some new recruits into their ranks.
Reeva strode confidently down the hallways, making her way into the computer room, looking to the members of the inner circle that were monitoring the situation unfolding at the internment camp. Her gaze drifted over the screens, as she spoke, "What's our status at the camp?" It took a moment for the man behind the computer to respond, "They've infiltrated the front gates, they're making their way towards the holding area." They had sent in their hitmen whom had originally been hired to break out another mutant that they planned to use but those that were in the camp could prove useful. There was a girl that could make portals, one of the strucker siblings, a military man that had been around a very long time and a few wild cards. Esme was working on bringing Lorna to their side, once they had her, they would be in a good position to start making their moves.
The Internment Camp
At the internment camp Heather, Tico and Max were making their assault on the prison by blowing the front doors wide open, killing any guards that were in the vicinity. They moved through taking out the guards fast and effectively between Heather teleporting them into a wall, or Max charging an item with an explosive energy and Tico setting it off. They held no mercy for the guards of this internment camp. They had to be quick in getting to the mutants inside, as Sentinel Services would be alerted any minute now of the assault happening.
A large explosion blowing the wall that separated them from the mutants in the holding area. Stone and metal flew several feet, hitting some of the mutants that were close to the blasting zone but they'd been reassured their true targets were safely away from where they'd set the explosion off. As the dust from the explosion filled the air, Heather emerged from the dust as it settled, looking around to the stunned mutants. She briefly glanced to the handful of mutants that had been injured in the explosion, brushing it off as she shouted, "Well? Everybody out!" The bulk of the mutants fleeing would be the chaos and distraction that they needed to grab the people from the mutant underground. At that moment Max and Tico emerged into the room. Reeva had shown them the mutants they were supposed to grab, so they fanned out amongst the fleeing mutants.
Max looked up to one of the cameras that was pointed at him, knowing that Reeva was waiting for a signal, which he promptly gave with a nod. A surge went through the systems of the internment camp, frying their systems and moments later the collars on each mutant made a whirring sound and unlocked from around the mutants necks. And now the chaos would begin as mutants would feel their powers coming back to them.
Heather was the first to spot their targets, walking briskly over to the small group and saying, "We're here to get you out. This way. Sentinel Services won't be long getting here." She hoped that they would just ask questions later, if she had to, she would teleport them out of here but she'd rather they just come along. They had an SUV that was now en route to pick them up from the encampment that had been waiting a few miles out for the signal. Tico and Max came to Heather's side, waiting for the mutants to follow them out of this prison. They just had to make it through the sparse guards remaining and they would be home free.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 10:21 pm
 location___: ___The Bus Transfer on some highway
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This was it, they were finally going to break her sister's out of that horrid lab that she had managed to escape with their help. It was something that the Hellfire Club hadn't been able to accomplish but when word spread that they were being moved, Esme knew that it was their best chance. As they stood waiting for the bus to arrive, Esme stood off to the side with Marcos and Lorna. Lorna would be taking the lead and the others would fill in, she really wouldn't have to take any risk herself. Once the bus came to a stop, Esme stepped out from the bushes, her eyes glowing a vibrant icy blue as she spoke, conveying her orders to one of the guards in the bus, "It's time to take of the collars."
Esme repeated this phrase several times, until she felt that familiar connection that she had with her sisters. She looked to the guards exiting the bus and said, "Fire." Her voice repeating as one of the soldiers turned on his fellow guards and started shooting them. Those in the accompanying car behind got out and started their approach. Those in the bus now had their powers back and were free of their collars, her sisters striding out of the bus and briskly walking towards her, taking up their places at her side.
All three of theirs eyes started to glow as they gave their orders to various members of the military guard, "Fire." "Fire." "Fire." One by one the guards started to turn on each other until there were only a couple left. Unphased by the death of these military men, they strode forward, towards a man that had been shot but wasn't dead, leaning against the bus, Agent Turner. Their eyes were their usual light blue hue, rather than the glowing blue when they were using their ability. The frost triplets paused for a moment, their attention shifting to an approaching guard, their eyes glowing blue as they said, "Take the grenade off your belt, pull the pin and get in the car." They watched as the man did as he was commanded, withholding any reaction to the man's death as they looked back to Agent Turner. Pausing for a moment longer, holding the man in front of them in terror as to his fate. They paused just long enough for someone to get to them and save the human's life. If they so chose.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2023 11:44 pm
 β β β β β β β β __ β β β β β β β β β β Reeva stood in front of a large digital screen. Each corner showing a different operation they had underway. Her dark lips turned up in a smile as she watched the feed from the button hole cameras on their selected agents. Sharp fingernails tapped against her arms as she waited to see how each one played out. So far each corner showed her that their plans were going roughly how they had planned; roughly. βRelax, Reeva, everything is going well.ββItβs going well right now. But that could change,β Reeva reminded the other lady in the room. Selene stood up from her spot, boots clicking along the polished floor. The chancy look in her eyes matched perfectly with the smile across her full lips as she stopped ever so slightly behind the worried woman. She looked at the screens but let out a pleased sound as she watched, unlike Reeva. She took pleasure in the destruction whereas the woman in front of her was more about what it all meant for them in the end. βWhat is that?β βWhat?βInstead of answering right away, Selene strode beyond Reeva and went to pick up a remote. Within moments she had the screen in question pulled up so that it was larger. She pointed towards the gun shell that their agent was picking up. The ancient mutant frowned, eyes narrowed at the bad sign. βIf weβve lost the babeβ¦ββThen weβll adjust,β Now it was Reevaβs turn to try and placate her partner. She stayed in her position as she spoke. The screen, now only showing one of their four targeted areas, moved with their agent as they swept through the house. A man, ex-military, and his wife were in different parts of the house. Both equally dead. The most frustrating thing to the warm toned female was the few baby things that had been stepped on and scattered. In absence of the actual child it was enough to spark her ire. βThe child was just going to be a symbol of things to come. We can find plenty of others for that.ββNot like her,β Selene disagreed as she simmered. βThe childβββZoe,β Reeva supplied. βShe was unique. Her mutation specifically activated and cultured for our movement.β
 βBut still an infant. Unique as she is, she wouldnβt be useful for us for some years yet. Others on the other handβ¦they have immediate value to our cause.βFrustrated, Selene turned the cameras back so that they equally shared the screen. She sat the remote down and stood there, the frown continued to live on her lips. Reevaβs expression was no better. She felt the loss of the special mutant child to the unidentified attackers despite her proclamations. Yet there was a certain weight lifted from her chest now that the other shoe dropped. So she just focused on the other three mostly positive outcomes so far. The phone rang from the lacquered table and she moved from her spot to answer it. Reeva put the incoming call on speaker so that Selene would have no troubles hearing their agents as well. βSpeak.βA female voice played over the speaker; Heather had been the one to finally call in. βWe have everyone you requested.ββWe can see.ββOh can you, now, your highness?β Max teased. βDid you like the show?ββMax, focus.β
βTico is right. Now's not the time.βSelene and Reeva both stayed quiet as the three spoke in slightly bickering tones for a moment before Reeva finally interjected. βEnough. Move them to location. The girls will be along shortly with the others.ββAye, aye your majesty.βBefore they had to listen to Max make any more comments, Reeva hung up. She waited by the table, hands gripped around it, and let out a deep breath. Child or no childβ¦she was optimistic. Selene was less so. But if they got everything they wanted all the time then Reeva knew theyβd have completed their goals already. It would have been easier, sure, but the battle wouldnβt have felt like theyβd won it so much as had been handed it. β β β β β β β β β β __ β β β β β β β β
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