[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/532086118167085056/tumblr_ojwo5iHH021qhodd8o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Cherry Bomb Basement
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/569057266058264586/Screenshot_20190420-030727_Instagram.jpg]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max began to tune out what Jack and his father were talking about. It started becoming way too Days of Our Lives for him to care, and it clearly didn't pertain to the mission on hand. He began to tap this finger on the counter, trying to find a way that would enable them to get down to the basement without any suspicion. That thought, however, was broken up when the smell of buffalo wings wafted through the air and his stomach began to grumble. Max took a stick of celery, dipping it in the buffalo sauce that gathered at the bottom of the wax paper and then dipping it into his blue cheese before taking a bite. This was without a doubt the best food he had eaten in a very long while. Protien bars may contain all that he needed to keep himself going, and sure the Mutant Undergeound tried but this, actual hot cooked food straight from a kitchen, it was like heaven. Max turned to watch Leighton as she began to flirt with the bartender. At first it made him want to roll his eyes, now wasnt the time nor place, but then he caught on to what she was doing. And it was excellent. 

No sooner did she bat her eyelashes, than they were already on their way down there. She had asked him to grab the wings, but honestly she didnt need to because he wasnt letting this go. He brought along a moist towelette packet that tends to come with them, not wanting to have dirty fingers leave any prints behind. The new area was significantly better than the bar upstairs, Leigton joked about VIPs where Max immediately thought of a speakeasy. Or at the very least a lounge for Shaw and his cronies to plot and steal mutants. He'd seen first hand the luxury this Hellfire Club was accustomed to and didnt doubt this was some vain attempt at keeping it in a shadier location. As Max scanned the room he heard a thwack and watched as Leighton knocked the bartender out, asking him to do something with the body. Easiest way would be cremation, that is until she told him he was alive still. There wasn't much to do about him, and Max feared that jostling the body too much may wake him so he opted to help search the room. [Color=aba400]"I'm not seeing anything out of the ordinary, well besides."[/color] He gestured to the whole room

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[h1][b][i][color=CC99FF][center]Peter Jackson Bernard[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[Center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/573753152474447892/source_1.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC99FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Hellfire Club Beep Beep Jeep Jeep
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Jinx mouthed off silently as the girls spoke, mocking them in pure irritation. [Color=CC99FF]"Yeah, minds tend to be easier to read when you have someone who can help with that. Why do you think he was such an easy target? So easily stabbed and hit without so much as a flicker of his power? You're welcome."[/color] His eyes danced about the room as he looked at all the toys, wondering which would be best for the mission as well as which would they be allowed to take. The group made their way to a Jeep and Jinx could do little more than whistle in appreciation. The Three in One were quick to tell him not to touch anything, and he was more than certain that if he did there'd be a new hole in the club. [Color=CC99FF]"Yeah yeah I know. Hm. Good to know I shouldn't worry about Emma's little speech then. For a second there it felt like she'd done something but maybe it was just her reading my mind, who knows. Anyways, why the hell is Shaw...was Shaw, a Nazi? And How could Magneto stand to work with him? I assume no one knew because I've known Mags for a while now and I doubt he'd be willing to just let a Nazi roam around like that."[/color]

Jinx got into the carz filling up the last available seat before clicking on his seatbelt. He ran his hand through the interior of the vehicle, feeling the pure luxury of it all and taking pleasure in it. As he lay his head back, his small curls bunching against the headrest, he realized something. He wasnt sure what this mission was. [Color=CC99FF]"He Anastasia, what exactly is this mission again? What're we doing? I should know our goal and how we want to do it otherwise I'm not sure how much help I'll be. Sounds like we wanna be a bit stealthy but..."[/color] his voice trailed off, not because he was thinking, but quite the opposite he had lost his train of thought. Choosing to allow his words to leave him as he sat there waiting for an answer from someone.