[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FB5A7E]Leighton Brooks[/color][/h1][img]https://thumbs.gfycat.com/DecentFlippantAbyssiniangroundhornbill-size_restricted.gif[/img][hr][color=FB5A7E][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Mutant Underground - Washington D.C.
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton had barely slept that night. These compounding factors ran through her head. All of the events leading to this point and to think, just a few days ago she was worried about cheerleading. Now, she was working alongside mutants to hopefully stop whatever was coming for them, be it Purifiers or the Hellfire Club. Irony had a heavy hand, it seemed. She could have seen the humor in it had things not been so dower.

On the one hand, Erg was dead. He had been her saving grace, even if he did not intend to be. She could have easily been pushed back, left alone, told to leave and go back to the surface to most likely find herself in custody, or worse. He didn't though. He offered her a place, some training, and an in with the Underground. And now he was gone.

On the other hand, Max had gone through a lot. Well, the lot of them did, but Max seemed the worse out of all of them. The boy clearly wanted to help. Wanted to belong and she could sympathize. She knows inside that he did not intend to kill those officers. It was an accident, but the media wanted to paint it like an attack. To think she used to believe those messages before. The two of them had talked to figure things out. She was on his side. She didn't know if the group intended to kick him to the curb and feed him to the wolves, but she would have backed him. She wanted to stay to see if she could help find justice for Erg, but she also did not mind leaving to do things on her own terms. He seemed to agree.

So for now, she stayed. She sat, listening to Veil come up with plans. She wanted to join the team going to the basement, but she did not know if she had earned the right yet. So she kept quiet. Others did the talking for her anyway.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9A86AD]Anastasia Reinhardt[/color][/h1][img]https://em.wattpad.com/2a471cc0cd00bdbfb5df1fc3fa679f39fb498a35/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f31536f304c466d433132693244673d3d2d3632373836383137382e313535316161373631386531393564643438323930343139383539322e676966[/img][hr][color=9A86AD][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire HQ - Penthouse
[color=9A86AD][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Ana awoke that morning feeling rejuvenated. Wolverine's blood had done wonders for her system. She had healed nicely from yesterday's injuries and she was ready to tackle the day's mission. She got dressed, all black today, and went out to find breakfast. She expected it would be provided for her and she was not disappointed to see the reach of the Hellfire Club extended to ensuring the best.

She wondered if the two men would join her. She didn't know what to make of them just yet. They had uses, sure. And she would need someone on her side if the mission was to go well. But what if it did not? She would not feel bad cutting them loose and running should things get hairy. She watched the news too. She knew mutants were now public enemy #1. She did not fear it for she knew she could easily sway anyone who came at her to be on her side. Or vice versa. Really, messing with people was such fun. And the spread was just delicious.

She hoped for an easy time but prepared for the worst. It was important to keep all matters of possibility at hand. That was how a leader thought.