[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=CFC500]John Watts[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RFS9Q9hg/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=CFC500]Location:[/color][/b] Serval Industries - Jet -> Big Bad's HQ?
[b][color=CFC500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Watts never really prided himself on playing nice and if anyone had an issue with him having sprinted them all onto the plane, then they could just deal with it as far as he was concerned. Andrew's life was at stake and no one else seemed to really understand the gravity of the situation, perhaps except for Evelyn. As far as he could tell, Wesley and Bobbi probably would be more than happy to let Andrew die a more permanent death this time around. The hallucination had gone silent, with Watts chalking it up to the fact that they were on the right track - or perhaps he had just moved too quickly to the jet for the ghost to catch up to him. His thoughts were on ripping out the hearts of those who had captured innocent little Andrew as he safely landed the jet in a secluded area. 

	He heard Evelyn's plan and it wasn't bad, but he was convinced that his plan was better. He wasn't going to say that. No, he had every intention of dropping Bobbi, Sapphire, Gambit, Rogue, and Wesley at the most hazardous entrance he could find - let them be cannon fodder while he, Evelyn, and Belladonna searched the facility for Andrew. They would have a better chance of getting things done if the rest of the team drew the majority of the fire. And since he was depositing everyone at a location at superspeed per Evelyn's suggestion, no one would be able to protest. He could play [i]god[/i] and decide who got to live and who got to die. [color=CFC500]"On it,"[/color] he said simply, before pulling the hood up of his suit. The yellow mask then covered his face, leaving his eyes and mouth visible. Smirking slightly, Watts then took off at a run.