[center][img]http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11111/111118828/4027852-poison+ivy+banner.jpg[/img][/center] [right]Bełchatów Power Station, Poland[/right] The Polski guards at the Power Station were by far the few diligent men ever to work as security guards. They kept an eye on everything going on at the power station. So when a woman walked up to the fence line they were watching. "Aktywista?[sup]1[/sup]" One of the guards postulated. Waiting for her to jump the fence and pull out a can of spray paint or something. "Tak.[sup]2[/sup]" The other guard agreed. They were relatively unconcerned at seeing the redheaded woman. She wouldn't be the first to sneak onto the grounds after hours to spray paint ethical messages across a few buildings. Still, one of the guards would go out and escort her, probably screaming profanities, off the property. If she returned for the second time, they'd arrest her and call the police. They didn't even blink an eye at her black and green clothes that worked just as good as camouflage. "Twoja kolej.[sup]3[/sup]" The second guard said to the first. The first gave off an exaggerated sigh and began to stand. Both men froze as the woman raised her arms and a giant tree root split the ground and wrecked a part of the chain link fence. "Mutant.[sup]4[/sup]" The cried nearly in stereo. In tandem they both grabbed their rifles and ran outside. Poland didn't have the same mutant registration laws as the United States. They were managing a more peaceful co-existence than the gun happy, explosion prone country. They didn't need superheroes or super villains. They were fine as they were. Yet the fact remained that occasionally some of the criminal activity was done by mutants. The two guards ran with hearts in their throats. Their first priority was the power station. If it went down Poland would suffer major power flow issues and full on blackouts. So they shoved down their insecurities. The knowledge that they stood no chance. The knowledge that their training was of no use. The knowledge that one of them probably wasn't going home to their families in the morning. But leaving in a body bag. The two men skidded to a halt and raised their rifles, training them on the woman casually walking up the sidewalk. In their fear they practically barked orders at her over one another. [i]Zatrzymać![/i][sup]5[/sup] [i]Ręce do góry![/i][sup]6[/sup] When the woman smiled both the guards knew they were in trouble. Neither of them were able to react as the ground under them rumbled and roots burst forth. The first guard cried as the root snapped his legs as it wrapped around them. His hands reflectively spasmed from the pain and his rifle went off. He was lifted into the air, the gun snatched out of his hand and snapped in half by another root. The second guard was pinned down by his root. Borne to the ground with nearly crushing force. He watched from an awkward angle as the woman slowly moved closer. He could barely see her muddy feet until they filled his view. The woman said something to him. English. He recognized the language. He cursed all the times he goofed off in his English classes. For he didn't understand. "Proszę.[sup]7[/sup]" He gasped out. The woman didn't respond. After a few seconds she moved off, leaving his field of vision. He surmised she had moved to his partner because he began to babble, begging her to spare him. Mentioning his children waiting for him. The his friend began to apologize over and over. "Przepraszam. Przepraszam. Przepraszam.[sup]8[/sup]" The suspended guard repeated through sobs. Barely understandable through his fear. [i]Crack[/i] The pinned guard flinched at the sharp cracking sound. He let out an involuntary muffled cry. His friend's words died instantly. He couldn't hear the sounds of the woman's foot steps as she left because he was too busy crying over his friend's fate.[hr][sub][sup]1[/sup]Activist? [sup]2[/sup]Yes [sup]3[/sup]Your turn. [sup]4[/sup]Mutant [sup]5[/sup]Stop! [sup]6[/sup]Put your hands up! [sup]7[/sup]Please [sup]8[/sup]I'm sorry.[/sub]