[h1][b][i][color=aba400][center]Maximillian Gray[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmBRrwyf/image.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=aba400][b]Location[/b][/color]: Ronald Reagan Airport
[color=aba400][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Conjuration[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/596347699486261272/675191496856567839/tumblr_p9emi78Pdn1u8r3nho4_500.png]New Outfit[/url][/center]
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Max nodded back towards Sunshine as she offered to look around. He knew better than to tell her what to do, even if she did need to take a breath after the days exhausting journeys. There was food scattered about the dining room, some cutlery was scattered across the floor and some objects looked to be severely misplaced or tossed. A pit began to form in his stomach, one he tried to fill with food as he attempted to push his thoughts away. His relaxation came to a halt as soon as Sunshine asked about the blood. He tried swallowing what food was in his mouth but his throat remained closed. Max quickly scarffed down a cold coffee to allow it to pass down as he shakily got up to see what Sunshine was talking about.

The Underground was definitely abandoned, and there was most certainly blood on the floor. Max made a dash towards Havoks room, knowing the idiot had brought home a known enemy for some forsaken reason. The thought clung there for a moment as he recalled that he too was once a known enemy. The pit in his stomach now growing larger. When he'd reached the door, he slowly opened it up to realise the daughter of Magneto was missing. Everyone was. If he hazard to guess...[Color=aba400]"I don't think it's Jack related. That blonde haired idiot brought home Magnetos daughter the other day. Maybe she woke up? Freaked out that she was in an enemy stronghold and fought her way out? Magneto was no joke when I fought against him...I'm pretty sure his daughter is just as powerful if not close to it. It would explain the mess in the dining room, and the railings all fucked up. That or Colossus accidentally leaned on them."[/color] He added that joke in hopes to lighten the mood, but even he didn't feel more chipper.

[h1][b][i][color=E610B8][center]Echo[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9FWbx1tc/image.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=E610B8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Glitter Factory (Jacks group)
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It took everything in him not to roll his eyes at the man's name. A wave of worry washing over him as the man's message rang through his head. A terrigen bomb massive enough to cover the D.C. area. How many more mutants had to suffer at the hands of extremists like him? How many more had to fall ill or die from this foreign chemical that seemed to target anyone with the X-gene? His heart stiffened and twisted as he thought on all the children back at Xaviers mansion. The kids with no where else to go, those who had visible mutations and couldn't easily fit in to society due to others prejudice. It all made him so sick. The man's words were punctuated by his absence as he swiftly disappeared with the press of a button. It was then that Echo was able to come back to his senses, then that he noticed a child was bleeding next to him. [Color=E610B8]"Oh my god, damn it. Are you ok? I know you said you're fine but are you actually ok? You know what? Barry, help her out if she needs it. No hero acts today. For now I gotta make a phone call."[/color]

Harry hated every second of this. Someone either tipped this X-cutioner off or he had a form of contact with the Underground and piped in false information for a trap. Neither option was good, nor was his message of war. Harry's hand fidgeted as he went for his shirt pocket, an old habit from smoking too many times in an effort to relieve stress. When his fingers found no purchase on the familiar carton Harry simply paced in a small space tapping his foot against the floor. The clicking barely audible between all the sounds resonating around them. Finally he took in a deep breath, mustering what strength he had to call in a contact he hadnt spoken to in over 9 years. One hand made its way to his pocket, pulling out his phone and speed dialing his third emergency contact. It simply bore an X as the information. Whilst the phone rang, Harry held it between his shoulder and ear, using his hands to undo his clip on skates and holding them with his left two fingers. 

He began to make his way towards the car, the dial tone still ringing as he nervously tapped his fingers on the phone. Debating on of he should hang up or stay on the line. Just before he was able to make that decision the call picked up and there was an unfamiliar voice of a woman. It had been 9 years after all and he was certain this voice wasn't any of the usual suspects. Another concern for him now. [Color=E610B8]"I need to speak to Charles, this is an emergency of epic proportions and it hinges on a time constraint that lasts until midnight tonight."[/color] He voice was trembling, the hatred in the robotic man's voice echoing that of the one who murdered his love. He felt like he was a child again, needing to tug on Xaviers pant leg to gain his attention for help. Harry did all he could not to cry as he entered into the vehicle.