[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=f7941d]Griffin Lee[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/BggOSPY.gif[/img][hr][hr][color=f7941d][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Framework 
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	Grif's first impression of gaining superpowers from the experiment was underwhelming at best as the past twentysomething minutes, since he woke up from the medically-induced coma, went by like a breeze. First, he remembers waking feeling strangely energized yet nauseous, like that one time he was stuffed with nothing but junk food after a day-long splurge if he could best describe the sensation. 

	Director Fury then enters the room accompanied by two other agents before briefing us of a practice mission into a virtual reality simulation, aptly dubbed the 'Framework', where our objective was to neutralize a bioterrorist attack and secure a group of hostages. Sounds easy enough? Only catch was that we were set up against the Brother of Mutants [i]and[/i] and rescue the X-Men on top of that.  

	As the headsets were passed around, Grif quickly took his and slipped it onto his head, maybe he was acting in haste but frankly he just needed to get outside even if he wouldn't technically move from his bed. Almost seemed as if he was sick from spending however long he did indoors, it was strange, considering he never once had a claustrophobic episode before. Whatever it was, he wanted out. 

	Grif opened his eyes, finding Sami and himself on the top floor of some lab building, looking like the typical office space, with no sign of the other agents. He was sure that he put the headset as soon as he received his but only after he saw Abercrombie and Johnson do the same, which begs the question about their whereabouts. Perhaps one of the bugs, earlier mentioned by Agent Fitz during the mission brief, is to blame? Still, if the situation posed any real danger he was more than sure that the Director would have ordered the both of them to be pulled out of the simulation. With that being said, his mind crystallizes into strict, military discipline - assessing the environment and prioritizing the mission objective's completion.

	Moving from his spot behind some unused desks and cubicles, he peeks around the corner to get a better idea of his surroundings. A group of six people was tied up from across the building floor but other than that Grif couldn't make out much. He ducks back behind cover and left constrained to his position, having hardly any known factors to act upon and not to mention the complete lack of awareness about his own powers. Glancing down at his own two hands, Grif briefly mulls over what they could be. Flight? Telekinesis? Precognition? Optic Blasts? He couldn't tell from what he had to go off of, he certainly didn't feel any different other than the lingering nausea. 

	He glances back at Sami another Operations agent he quickly befriended upon meeting, the two having trained with and sparred against each other, and spent quite a lot of downtime together. A solid partner to have for the mission ahead, [color=f7941d]"Sami, you good? We might've just experienced some of the bugs firsthand, can't say for sure."[/color] Grif asked him as he draws his one-handed battle axe out from its sheath by his side, [color=f7941d]"I spot a group of six tied up across from us, most likely our hostages. Do you have a grasp on what your powers are? I haven't got a clue about mine yet."[/color] Up against the Brotherhood of Mutants he'd very much like their chances with some semblance of an idea of what their powers were than as they were now.