[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outside the Quinjet
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[i]Oh ho.[/i] So someone at least could hear him. James chuckled at it, watching the rest of the team scramble for ideas as the Hulk put one dent after another in the Jet. He hummed as he did, drawing great satisfaction as Bautista suggested using him and Mystique as bargaining tools. What an outstanding move. He clapped his ghostly hands together. Using your teammates as fodder. At least someone had a few brain cells left! 

James swam around the whole Diggby pity party with a shrug and left, swimming down to find Runa. She was his only connection to the rest of the world so she could only blame herself for this. He settled next to her and watched the Hulk.

[color=MediumSpringGreen] “I see why the higher ups want him to finish his research.”[/color] James said absently. [color=MediumSpringGreen] “Did you know they want to use my body and the unconscious Agent Darkholme as bargaining chips? Two helpless victims forced into the hands of a big green ape. Great plan honestly, you should absolutely support it because I would, but it doesn’t look so great on paper.”[/color] James commented.