[color=f26522][Center][B][h1]Isaac / Heat[/h1][/b][/center][/color]

[color=f26522][B]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=f26522][B]Location:[/b][/color] South Bronx, NYC
[color=f26522][B]Interactions:[/b][/color] Rosalie [@Wolvena]
[color=f26522][B]Mentions:[/b][/color] Selena [@Chulance]
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[i]It’ll work! Primora! The timing is what gets her in! You’ll know when you meet her! Get to NYC! Help her! Help Primora![/i]

Isaac briefly shook his head as he attempted to get the haunting message out of his head. The man was currently walking along the wide scuffed sidewalks of a low-income south Bronx residential area. He wore dark blue jeans, a white cotton t-shirt, a black hoodie, and black sneakers. The scenery around him wasn’t much to look at. The faded brown project buildings towered up twenty stories scattered amongst old parks, corner stores, and food joints. Unlike downtown Manhattan, this part of the city wasn’t so bustling and it made more sense to use a personal vehicle to get around. Sure, at night you ran the risk of getting your car broken into if you happened to leave anything of interest inside. Then again, one could argue it was better than getting jumped or held up for all your possessions while walking around during that same time. Isaac walked. He wasn’t fearful, never looked like an easy target, and of course he concealed-carried a Glock 17 given to him by the Order the first day he was assigned to the city.  

The thought of informing Selena of the mental message he had received from the future crossed his mind nearly every day, but part of him didn’t believe it. In [i]this[/i] world it was fairly likely, but the world ending in several months just didn’t seem possible. Even if he did fully believe it, how could he inform Selena that their mission fails. That the Phoenix was not able to save their Order. [color=f26522][i]If it’s the future, how is placing some woman on the enemy’s side a benefit? And why me? Wha-[/i][/color]

A shot rang out, causing him to look in the direction of it. It was fairly closeby, but Isaac knew that surviving these streets meant you minded your own business. He figured it was a warning shot if anything. He continued on, but after several more strides, a second shot rang out. He normally wouldn’t care, but he was itching for a bit of action. He hadn’t been permitted to assist the Order in rescuing Travis due to his abilities still being “under review.”

A third shot rang out. It warranted his full attention.

[color=f26522]“Third time’s the charm.”[/color] Isaac muttered as he walked briskly in the direction of the gunfire. He didn’t notice anyone picking up their phone to dial for the police. [color=f26522][i]Typical New York… Works for me, though[/i][/color]. He took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

[b][color=f26522]“I see a nail salon, drug store, and that damned chicken spot.”

“But here I go, headed for that third fired gunshot,”[/color][/b] Isaac said under his breath. Suddenly, his intuition pulled him in the direction of the disturbance after mumbling his rhyme. He probably could have found his way by weaving through the area but getting lost in this part of the Bronx would only spell trouble for him, even with his powers. He strolled into an alley between some beat-up buildings where he could hear an exchange between two people.

[i]“You’re going to regret doing that.”

“What are you doing?! Stop!”[/i] 

Isaac arrived to see a man buried up to his neck in sand and a woman standing over him clutching her shoulder. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess who was shot at. To Isaac, the scene before him appeared to be mutant discrimination at its finest. [color=f26522][i]Makes sense. We’re the less than.[/i][/color] He was sure the buried asshole antagonized the woman with the gun sprawled on the floor and she finally had enough after he shot her. Three shots rang, but the woman was holding just her shoulder with no other blatant gunshot wounds. Isaac assumed the woman was one of those soft mutants, like the ones that were part of the Underground. They were the types that held back in the face of humankind. Why should the powerful tiptoe around the powerless? 

[color=f26522]“You gonna bury him or what? It doesn’t matter how much you scare him, he’ll tell people what you are.”[/color] Isaac figured his sudden arrival would startle the woman, so he approached slowly with a calm expression. He didn’t like fighting his own kind. [color=f26522]“I mean, if you’re not about it…”[/color] Isaac strolled past Rosalie and crouched down in front of Colby’s head. [color=f26522]“I can make him forget.”[/color]