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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Lincoln Memorial
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception, Videography, Radio Wave Interpretation and Manipulation[/center][hr][hr]
	Waverley was the second to last one through the portal, holding the exact same fear as Max; that he'd leave someone behind. She didn't say this, of course. In fact, as she stepped out to the other side, she didn't seem to acknowledge Max at all, instead intently staring ahead into the open air of the Lincoln Memorial. Her eyes immediately snapped towards the figure of the X-Cutioner, bathed in the golden light of the monument, his bulky back to them. She stared for a few moments, right up to the point when Casper began to speak.

	[color=purple]"Fuck..."[/color] she mumbled as Casper asked his invisible companion how the X-Cutioner could possibly be the bomb. She'd seen enough movies to know exactly how he could be the bomb, and it didn't take long for her suspicions to be confirmed by the medium, followed closely by his usual erotic ramblings. [color=purple]"Not the time Cas...but if you ever do manage it, tell him to give Irene my number,"[/color] Waverley replied. Casper always made using humor as a coping mechanism for stress hard to resist. Still, she didn't show even a hint of a smile as the group voiced all their ideas. Out of the corner of her eye, Waverley saw Max pull out his camera, using it to get a better look at the man, voicing his minimal findings, which gave Waves an idea. She never considered herself a petty person, but she couldn't deny the feeling of smug childish satisfaction that came as she unzipped her own backpack, pulling out her bigger, bulkier video camera, which she immediately used to get a closer look at the villain. As she took in all she could, she leaned into Sunshine, lowering her voice to a whisper.

	[color=purple]"That's the fancy medical drama way of asking if you've got anything that'll fuck up his ability to move around,"[/color] she whispered to her roommate in a way not unlike a student whispering the answers of a test to a friend. She spent a few more seconds taking in the X-Cutioner, before finally speaking up for the others to hear, though still keeping relatively quiet. [color=purple]"Hm...not seeing anything new. Big red button, bombs strapped to his body..."[/color] her voice trailed off as she stretched out her mind, feeling for the telltale feeling of the trigger sending out signals she could manipulate. Alas, she felt none. [color=purple]"...It must be physically wired to the bomb, which means it's out of my wheelhouse. Sorry."[/color]