WASHINGTON DC- SENATE BUILDING- 10:00 AM

Standing before his political peers, the man who had an affinity for roses was shuffling papers behind the Senate podium. Clearing his throat of any struggling phlegm with a refreshing glass of water, he set his sights on the gathering of television news crews as well as the gathered politicians, "ladies and gentlemen, my fellow Americans gathered together in the safety of their homes, I, your Vice President Joe Biden have something on my chest that I must discuss with you all. That pressure I feel is the lack of safety we all feel slipping from our grasp due to the individuals classified as Mutants."

"I understand there has been plenty of discussion and debate over the past few years, some of it beneficial, some of it not so much. I implore you all to continue this discussion, I beg parents to talk to their children, for teachers to formulate some type of lesson plan, for local churches to pray for those afflicted. It is with that word, afflicted that the United States Government has decided to consider the Mutant phenomena as a sickness, and with assistance from the CDC, there has begun work on a cure...,"

CHRISTOPHER

Right outside Christopher Abu-Machlouf's place of work is a plain white van, inside of which are three men. One is listening to audio feeds, one is watching video feeds, and the other is typing up a report as both Cassie and Chris discuss the rave tonight.

"The way the CDC classifies a sickness is something that makes a host ill. This mutant affliction has turned ordinary young men and women from hard working Americans into twisted monsters,"

ERIS- THE NIGHT OF THE RAVE

Following the lo-jack device they had planted upon Eris' vehicle the night before, a plain black van parked a couple of blocks from St. Elizabeth Hospital. The man in the driver's seat reached over to adjust his car stereo while reaching for a seperate, closed radio system, "Unit One in position,"

"this sickness has turned calm and collected mail men into murderers, high school students into bug-like beasts. Worst of all, it has turned friend against friend with these rising attack against man and mutant alike by respected members if each community."

NATHAN

Minutes passed as the Mutant theif's place residence was left alone and untouched as he was running to the party being held at the hospital outside of town, and then the door was busted open and several armored men burst into the room, "plant the explosives," the one keeping watch told the others, "if that Mutant bastard returns, he'll have committed his last crime,"

Then he reached for his radio uplink, "Unit 1, be advised. The Speeder is headed out your way,"

"to avoid having escalations from riot to Civil War status, and I think I speak for everyone, we don't need another one of those," he laughed, some of his peers laughed back and others merely nodded, "The American Military and CDC have entered into a joint venture to create the first of hopefully many Rehabilitation Centers located here in the city."

MIKA

Another blacked out vehicle parked outside of Harding's gym, this time they got brave and simply parked across the street. Inside the van, the agents were loading up on assault weaponry. The driver picked up his radio, "Contingency is in place, Ground Unit 3, you are clear to engage,"

"This state of the art facility will provide accommodations to those the administration deems worthy of rehabilitation, anything they request we will provide in hopes of giving them a brighter future, and hopefully we can clean up the streets while we're at it."

Another van pulled up behind the one that was parked just blocks away, these passengers were also getting ready for an all-out assault.

ISABEL

In the dark skies above Washington DC, a lone stealth helicopter soars through the skies. In the passenger part of the craft, the leader shows off a photo of the targeted mutant, "her name is Isabel, she is wanted in connection with various groups of antagonistic mutants who go by the term Morlocks. The men upstairs want her alive, so lethal options are not authorized,"

"In closing, my fellow patriots. The American government is doing everything in it's power to solve any and all issues or threats regarding the Mutant Race. So sleep tight, and be keep an eye out. Report any Mutant activity to your local law enforcement agency, and be safe." 

RYISA

A couple of plain clothed agents had followed the mutant Shapeshifter to the abandoned facility, beneath their baggy clothes they carried 9's and six shooters, just in case they were found out. The shorter, blonder one of the two pulled his cell phone from his pocket as they entered the building, he pressed his phone to his ear, which activated his communication device straddling his jacket pocket, "infil team is successful, awaiting instruction from Alpha Dog,"

JOSEPH

A man on his roof is out stargazing through a telescope, only it's not stargazing he's doing as Joseph enters his view from the evening sky, and it's not a telescope that he holds in his hands.

Disguising his sniper rifle, the agent slowly presses a finger to his ear as he follows the flying Mutant's trail, "I have the mutant in sight, waiting on the All Clear,"

LONDON ENGLAND- "THE NEXT DAY"

NICHOLAS

A man in sweats does his morning jog as he passes Nicholas' home, he doesn't look up but just keeps on moving as he presses a finger to his ear, "target's parents are home, do not engage until they leave the block,"

WALT- AMERICA- WASHINGTON DC RAVE

Pulling up to the front entrance of St. Elizabeth in a brand new Audi concept, he parked it, not really caring if anybody stole it. He ran his hand through his hair and adjusted his flashy rich kid outfit before heading inside where he was met by loud music and hot women.

He yelled out with excitement, but his voice was lost in all other sounds as he approached a girl having drinks with some friends and planted a wet one on her before spanking her and moving on.

He went to the bar to grab himself some unneeded liquid courage and started making out with two girls at the same time, getting his groove prepared before heading out with them to the dance floor to Flo Rida's 'GDFR', grinding against and towards the two of them when he noticed a familiar sight: a brown haired young lady stealing unsuspecting guy's wallets.

Knowing exactly who it was, Walter smacked the girls asses and told them to get lost before he approached the hot little pickpocket.

"Want to search one of my pockets?" He teased Mika from behind, drink nearly empty in his hand.