[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Lincoln Memorial
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

James stepped through the portal, eyes already locked on the X-Cutioner. After Magneto’s attack on the mutant underground, attempted murder at the Glitter Factory, nearly losing half the team to a tunnel collapse, a full break down, discovering Glimpse had all but martyred herself, and dealing with the sheer amount of stress invilved with dealing with bombs they weren’t fully prepared to handle, James felt empty. He’d gone through more emotional whiplash today than his entire life and now they had to deal with this insane murderer’s horse and pony show. Everyone knew even if the X-Men showed up, even if they agreed to hear out his demands and considered fulfilling them, he’d still pull the trigger. Shy of an aggressive confrontation, this man was popping this bomb one way or the other. It’d cripple the entire organization and cemented another catastrophic failure in history for the group and while James had no doubt there was more to his choice of location, it was clear the X-Cutioner wanted the public to witness his crowning achievement. 

Of course, Havoc was still being his jackass self. James held his tongue when he snapped at Casper, knowing better than to aggravate the group, but James did put himself between Casper and Havok and sent him a warning look. James really didn’t give a fuck about this guy, especally after discovering he didn’t have an issue putting everyone in the Underground in danger to get his dick wet, and if the situation wasn’t so serious, he’d have glady put his fist in the asshole’s face. He definitely shouldn’t be getting on someone who was actively helping the situation when all he was doing jack shit for the group.  

But his attention wandered back to the matter at hand. James found himself wishing he had even one more scrap of information, one more little tidbit about this guy, that would give him a way under the X-Cutioner’s skin. He fit too many criteria, too many archetypes, with the limited amount of information they had right now. Other James prided himself on twisting people against themselves and while this James didn’t like the idea of doing that, he’d give an arm and a leg to even have the opportunity. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Who is Moriarty?”[/color] James asked his boyfriend absently, only partially processing Casper’s rambling. He agreed with Callie’s plan but there was one more thing they needed to consider.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“We also need to deny him the use of whatever device he uses to teleport with. Even if we can temporarily gain control of the bomb, he can always manually detonate it somewhere else at a later date once he takes it back or transfers the gas into a new device.”[/color] James considered quietly. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Although without Glimpse, I’m not sure we can replicate any effect like that. Sunshine, are there any illnesses that can target motor functions close to instantly that you can replicate? Preferably without killing him.”[/color]