[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Mutant Underground (Floor 1)
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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The name Shaw rang a bell, involved in a little bit of everything because they have the money to do it, but it didn’t put up anything concrete. Clearly, this Shaw guy didn’t like the Mutant Underground so he sent some people to blow it up. There was probably more to it, anytime any of these rich scheming folks did anything there was always a comical amount of layers to it, but James had caught his breath again. And for the first time since he was down here, he took a moment to look around. Mutants littered the ground, others caught in the crossfire of this insane attack, and James swore as he pushed himself to his feet. Other people―mostly children for God’s sake!―were hurt and here they were, talking about interrogating people. 

[color=MediumSpringGreen]“Can we split our attention for a bit? We’ve got injured people and if we want to find a new location, we need them on their feet first.”[/color] James asked as he made his way around the room. He spent enough energy handling the most serious issues as possible, getting people into good enough shape that they could move around safely. He felt himself shaking as he did, pushing himself right up to his limit. He’d need food and rest after this, an unfortunate consequence of his abilities. James hoped they’d have that luxury but in the few days he’d gotten himself into this mess, he somehow sincerely doubted it. 

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[center][h1][b][i][color=F2C31A]Requiem[/color][/i][/b][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=F2C31A][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Hellfire Club
[color=F2C31A][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Requiem closed the tap and dried his hands, careful not to irritate them further. The cool water would keep blisters from forming but he should get some antibacterial cream in addition. This entire situation was a headache, with the one person he managed to work against the thieves knocked out immediately. And on top of it, he had to work against the people who were supposedly working against the thieves in the first place. Ms.Frost’s ugliness showed its head at the worst time, forcing him to specifically deal with one person when he could have shut them all down instead and because of it, she was taken out of the fight. He wouldn’t linger here any further. He wanted to know exactly what possessed these idiots to pull this off. He stepped out of the restroom and watched Jinx pace around the room, kicking glass of all things.

[color=F2C31A]“Stop that.”[/color] Requiem snapped, his patience at its limit as he limped into the room to get his suitcase. [color=F2C31A]“Cool your hands in the restroom and then we’re leaving. We’ll be making a visit to Shaw to figure out what this girl wanted and where she is and then we’ll be retrieving the computer before they can wreak havoc with the information inside. An attack on our grounds is unacceptable and after today, I don’t trust the others to handle it.”[/color] Requiem pulled out his phone and dialed the extension for the janitorial staff, requesting a clean up service and the manager for the department to help set up repairs.