[h1][center][color=FireBrick]Oshea Jackson[/color][/center][/h1]

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[center]"They want a fight? I'll bring it to 'em."[/center]

[center]Location: Hanson Power Plant.[/center]

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Somehow Oshea avoided splattering his face against the concrete. Bless the stars! Allison would never talk to him if he bruised up his flawless face. He wouldn't talk to [i]himself[/i] if he had his exorbitant features tarnished by some reject Flash clone. Oshea spun around in .001 seconds and darted back to the Blackbird with all the might he could muster. He skid to a stop, creating a small fissure in the concrete and kicking up small bits of gravel from the sudden halt of speed and velocity. He lifted up his red visor and spoke in a tone that verbalized the worry he had been trying to deafen since the morning.

[color=FireBrick]"Uh, yeah, big problem! Quicksilver's already here. An' if he's here, the rest of them fools can't be far behind. What we gonna do?"[/color]

Quicksilver. He was one of the fastest mutants alive, way out of Oshea's league, for sure. Pietro could have killed Oshea in nanoseconds, why didn't he? Why did Quicksilver choose to toy with him? Oshea couldn't find an answer, and thinking about it--about being so close to death, made him angry; he had to focus, though. If things went bad as Oshea expected them to, he figured he'd run into Maximoff again, and he wasn't sure Pietro would be so kind the next time around. Would he be ready? Only time would tell.