[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 -> On the Road - Washington D.C.
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Leighton beamed a bit upon Veil agreeing with her. She kind of felt like she had control now. She had managed herself in the fight before and now she was being taken to an actual mission where she could show her use. Show she wouldn't endanger anyone else again. When Max asked that the two of them be paired up, Leighton felt a surge of warmth inside of her. She had pretty much thought the exact same thing, she just didn't want to insinuate anything. It did make the most sense, being so close in age. Plus, she wanted to keep an eye on him.

[color=FB5A7E]"I agree with Max. It makes the most sense for us to be seen together. The only issue is..."[/color] before she could address the glaring hole of her age, Max had produced a fake I.D. She had used one before, but this looked legit. [color=FB5A7E]"Never mind. Way to be on top of things Max. And solid work. Love the name too. Always thought I looked like a Veronica,"[/color] she joked. She put the I.D. away as they drove. Thoughts raced, but she was ready. Eager even. This was the big times and even little miss Nazi killer wouldn't put a damper on her mood. Though, that was something perhaps a professional needed to look at.

[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 Club
[color=9A86AD][b]Skills[/b][/color] Morality Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]

Ana merely grinned at Shaw's attempt to rile her up. It was not the first time she had been looked down upon due to her age, it would not be the last. Plus, the Three-in-One had commanded him to sit, with Emma adding that he not talk either. She knew what would happen next. In fact, she relished it as Magneto did as he suggested, offering a demonstration. Each knife inserted into Shaw curved her smile more and more. And Shaw could do nothing but sit there. Couldn't move. Couldn't scream. It was like poetry.

Even Jinx got into the mix. Helping aid them by jinxing Shaw and inserting his own knife into his eye (sloppy technique, but Ana could appreciate the humor behind it). Requiem did not remain behind and she was not surprised. Let the man think he won. She eyed Emma, nodding at her as a way of non-verbally communicating that she knew what was truly happening here. She had chosen a side, for now. She expected to reap the benefits of such a decision later. For now, she allowed herself a moment to enjoy pain in all its glory.