[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FKJKRczH/the-gifted-591b350cc9ba7.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/k5Bd2jpT/tumblr-ovz8dw-KYZw1sc0ffqo3-1280.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][@Achronum][@Trainerblue192][@KazAlkemi][@Framing A Moose][/center][hr][center][h3][color=f7941d][b]Washington D.C.: September 10th, 2020 - 10:30 AM[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/WpKJC0mt/image.png[/img][/center][hr][color=f7941d][b]The Amtrak Station...[/b][/color]

	[color=3D5DC3][i]"His sister is in the next car, the third cage with an alpha label,"[/i][/color] the Three-in-One's voices echoed into the minds of Anastasia and Jinx. A brief flash of images would follow, showing them exactly where the cage was and in which car. David was still safely secured in the cage that Jinx had found him in - at least he was for now. The horrifying and enticing thing about Legion was that he had every power, only each of his multiple personalities could control only one of those abilities. It was entirely possible that one or more of them was capable of blasting the containment box to shreds, mutant control collar or not. 

	"You know what's rude? Being confined in a cage and being deprived of nature," David pointed out to Jinx. "There aren't any squirrels in here..."[hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/5yqyXQGW/image.png[/img][/center][hr][color=f7941d][b]JFK Memorial Hospital - Gift Shop...[/b][/color]

	[color=#fffb12]"Really? Hiding in the corner?"[/color] Vulcan admonished, shaking his head slightly. [color=#fffb12]"If this is the best the Mutant Underground has to offer, then it deserves everything that's coming to it,"[/color] he boasted. He sent another blast of energy at Colossus, the metallic mutant having hardly gotten back on his feet before he was thrown backwards again, hitting the wall and sending bits of plaster coming down from the ceiling. [color=#fffb12]"Come on, Piotr! I'm not even breaking a sweat!"[/color]

	Colossus spit out a silver liquid - it must have been his blood - as he got back up on his feet again. He grabbed the nearest display cabinet and ripped off one of its doors, before chucking it at Vulcan. The egotistical mutant tried but failed to dodge it, the jagged glass cutting up the front of Vulcan's shirt and leaving some serious wounds. [color=B0B4B0]"Ve vill not be bullied,"[/color] Colossus informed Vulcan, before leaping at him and tackling him to the ground. Vulcan's shirt came off entirely in the struggle, and he tried but failed to blast Colossus off of him. 

[color=f7941d][b]JFK Memorial Hospital - Fifth Floor...[/b][/color]

	Casper couldn't help but stare at Sapphire for a moment. [color=DBA1DE]"...It's open sesame,"[/color] he corrected her. He didn't mind her jumping down his throat over asking her to break the lock open, but the little slip of her tongue there annoyed him slightly. And since they were in a room filled with beautiful, wonderful drugs, he would much rather be focusing on that than the bottles all around him. They were calling out to him and testing his resolve. Unfortunately, while he was sober, it wasn't by choice... He hadn't been in rehab because he wanted to be there. 

	Wandering up and down the rows, he peaked in the various cabinets as he searched for the drugs that Magik would need. Spotting a bottle of some pretty potent painkillers, he slipped the bottle into his pockets. Sure, his pockets were pretty loose and horrible at containing things, but his phone hadn't fallen out (yet) so he figured the drugs would be fine in there. Heading back on over to Sapphire and James, he smiled slightly when he saw that Sapphire had one of the things they were looking for. [color=DBA1DE]"I think we're good with just the one."[/color]

	[i]"Casper, put those back..."[/i] Ben urged. [i]"You don't need those. You've been clean."[/i]

	By some miracle (a 17 out of 20, to be precise), Casper reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Ignoring any other messages (namely those from Jinx that he had yet to reply to), he looked at the one that came from an unknown number. [color=DBA1DE]"Guys, we got problems... Sparky Sparky Boom Man is downstairs trying to kill the others,"[/color] Casper explained, looking sheepishly at his companions. [color=DBA1DE]"We're gonna have to go help them like now."[/color]

[color=f7941d][b]The Cherry Bomb - Barroom...[/b][/color]

	Havok raised an eyebrow, finding it slightly creepy how the bartender wasn't moving anymore. Behind the bar, Luna would stumble on some paperwork detailing who owned the property. The bar belonged to a shell corporation - it must have been a front for one of the companies that backed the Hellfire Club, Frost International and Shaw Industries. Under owner names, there were two listed: Sebastian Shaw and Michael Milbury. [color=FAFD95]"Look, I appreciate that you're being all Hermione Granger here, and I'm not going to leave you by yourself to get killed... But we ought to head downstairs. The others might need our help."[/color]

[color=f7941d][b]The Cherry Bomb - Basement...[/b][/color]

	Sunshine's face was bright red as Jack helped her to her feet - while she appreciated that he helped her, she felt ashamed for needing help in the first place. Her entire life had taught her that she couldn't rely on other people and to have someone even show her the slightest kindness... it brought up all sorts of emotions and feelings that she could not accurate describe or even understand herself. [color=#DAF7A6]"Ugh, there's like no light down here..."[/color] Sunshine complained slightly. Despite what her name might have suggested, she couldn't conjure up balls of light like Glow could. This ironically was one situation where James' generator would have come in handy - or a bunch of flash lights. 

	Squinting in the darkness, Sunshine could dimly make out a figure in a glowing poncho charge at someone with a sparkly pink stick. She realized a second later that was Max and she couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly. Of [i]course[/i] he would have conjured a poncho and a stick for himself, instead of something practical like a flashlight. [color=#DAF7A6]"Uh, sure..."[/color] she said awkwardly. She couldn't make out where the guy Max was talking about was in the dark, but she knew where Max was and she hoped she would get lucky. It took her a moment but she made a swirling ball of green smoke in her hands and she aimed for the ground by Max's feet. 

	Beyond disease manipulation, perfect aim just so happened to be one of her mutant powers. She hit her target - and luckily enough, Nightcrawler was right there! The teleporting mutant broke out into hives and started sneezing nonstop, not moving from his position on the floor after Max had severely bruised one of his kneecaps. [color=#DAF7A6]"So is this guy a Nazi?"[/color] Sunshine asked. Her head was throbbing and she put pressure on it with one of her hands.

	Veil let out a breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. The attacks seemed to have been stalled and she could see their foe clearly - Nightcrawler. [color=935DB8]"...That's Nightcrawler - he's usually with Xavier and the X-Men..."[/color] Veil informed the others, a bit surprised that was him. However, with everything they had heard, she sadly realized it wasn't too shocking. It wasn't just ordinary mutants that were being abducted - Shaw seemed to have a penchant for more high profile ones. Not even the X-Men were safe from him. [color=935DB8]"Spark Plug, can you put the lights back on?"[/color] she asked, still unaware of Callie's high.