[hr][hr][center][h1][color=9A86AD]Anastasia Reinhardt[/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/sD4Zg3rP/image.png[/img][hr][color=9A86AD][b]Location[/b][/color]: Shaw Industries
[color=9A86AD][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Life went on in a blur as the Hellfire Club moved on. It had been a pity that Leighton had to be put down but that was what one often did with disobedient pets who gave in to their primal desires. She did not weep, but she did feel some pain. Jinx's death was almost on par. The boy was a goof, an idiot, and often caused trouble for himself more than others, but he had been a member of their team regardless. Both of these deaths spurred her on, even more, to ensure she took control of the Hellfire Club.

And then she had gotten ill. The M-Pox, aptly name she thought, had hit her and hit her hard. She had done all she could to minimize the symptoms, but she still felt weak. That didn't stop her from showing up, dressed in all black, to the meeting. This device they were charged with was interesting and could be useful. They had the right idea. It would allow leverage to many dealings. Genosha was one thing, but Ana could think of the possibilities.

What unnerved her the most was that Polaris was leading the team. She was the White Queen, after all. That held some power. Even though Reeva was next on her target list, Magneto was proving to be a nuisance. She would have to deal with him too, which also meant his children, provided they were not all right with her taking him out or down.

[color=9A86AD]"Ready when you are."[/color] She stood up, albeit slowly, and made her way over to where Pyro waited. She looked at Polaris, allowing the girl to lead them onward in their mission. She did so with disdain.