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[sup]________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/COLOR][URL=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5608382][img]https://i.imgur.com/K1CAjaY.png[/img][/URL][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=FF7802][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Munich[/I] - [I]Bavaria, Germany[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=FF7802][b]Crazy World #1.03:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Send Me An Angel[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][COLOR=dimgray][SUP][sub]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sub][/SUP][/COLOR][INDENT][sub][color=FF7802][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] None [/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=FF7802][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Don't Believe Her[/I][/right][/SUP][/INDENT]
[indent][INDENT][table][row][cell]Miss Nancy was not a woman known for her patience. 

Surveying her surroundings once again, she casually tucked a strand of her brilliant white hair behind her right ear. Amidst the white-wash streets of Munich, the Kenyan-born woman stood out like a sore thumb. Beneath the small cafe table, she rotated the ebony pearl-shaped Wakandan beads on her wrist and looked at the time again, her gaze returning to the surrounding, busy streets. Logan had assured her that he and the girl would be here on time, and yet neither was in sight as the woman with snow-white hair scanned the ever-moving crowds. 

If the pair were in trouble, Nancy couldn't risk being caught; it would have far-reaching consequences.

Despite her fiancé's grievances with her involvement, Nancy felt a personal obligation to help her people with the resources afforded to her. These resources allowed her to fund and assist the 'Silk Road', an operation dedicated to safely transporting mutants far away from the eyes of Maxwell Lord or extremists like the Purifiers. Through the use of reverse-engineered Reach technology, married with the advancements of Wakanda, the Silk Road was able to use Boom Tubes to secretly and discreetly transport mutants from hostile environments in hopes of getting them closer to a safe home.

Many hoped that home would be Genosha, a small crescent-shaped island republic located to the northeast of Madagascar, on the eastern coast of Africa in the Indian Ocean. Not far from the nations of Wakanda or Atlantis, both of which were open to mutants as well. But Genosha, under the rules of its Magnus, was a mutant-first country, which to many, made it a haven.

After MacTaggert's camp had been compromised stateside, the entire operation had gone into high alert. There was no telling what information MacTaggert had been coerced into giving up, and even without that hanging over her head, Miss Nancy was already taking a risk simply by stepping beyond Wakanda's borders. It was a fact of life now that being a mutant in a world after the Reach and the Americans' election of Maxwell Lord put a much larger target on her back than being the king's consort ever could have.

A chill crawled the length of her spine, breaking her thoughts. 

There was a subtle change in the air, and Nancy's icy blue eyes quickly darted from side to side, noting the position of her Dora Milaje bodyguard and the panic spreading through the crowd. Weapons fire suddenly echoed across the plaza, coming from the Western portion of the city. Miss Nancy immediately recognized the sound of weapons using vibranium rounds.

The Purifiers were in Munich.

She stood, stepping back from her table as the streets gave in to pandemonium. A hand suddenly touched her shoulder and a rumble of thunder echoed overhead before a familiar gruff voice gave Nancy the smallest sense of relief.

[color=#FF7802]"Oro-"[/color]

[color=#87CEEB]"Logan, please,"[/color] The white-hair woman chided, [color=#87CEEB]"It's Miss Nancy."[/color] She corrected as Logan nodded reluctantly before speaking again.

[color=#FF7802]"Soon to be Mrs. Nancy ain't it?"[/color]

[color=#87CEEB]"Not an ideal time for idle chatter, is it?"[/color]

[color=#FF7802]"Nah, really ain't, got a problem, Stormy, the girl-"[/color] Logan growled, looking towards the disturbance in the distance. [color=#FF7802]"-She ran off to help another, and now the Purifiers are here,"[/color]

[color=#87CEEB]"A rescue wasn't the deal, Logan!"[/color]

[color=#FF7802]"I'm afraid I'm altering the deal,"[/color] He smiled slightly, [color=#FF7802]"Can't be worse than Cairo was, eh?"[/color]

[color=#87CEEB]"I was a lot more naive in Cairo, that girl barely exists anymore."[/color]

[color=#FF7802]"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, we'll get the Sprite and then we'll get out of here."[/color] Logan responded, [color=#FF7802]"But I am hoping some of that girl's still there, I could use her."[/color]

[color=#87CEEB]"We shall see,"[/color] Nancy replied moving to follow the shorter man, [color=#87CEEB]"Oh and Logan,"[/color]

[color=#FF7802]"Yeah?"[/color]

[color=#87CEEB]"It's good to see you again."[/color]

[color=#FF7802]"Same to you, Stormy,"[/color] Logan smiled briefly before his grin was snuffed out by the sound of gunfire echoing the distance. Overhead, dark clouds began to form as fog fell over the city. Nodding with approval, Logan grimaced and clenched his fists. He barely felt it anymore when they came out, but he did still feel it everytime his claws were drawn.

[color=#FF7802]"Same to you."[/color][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent][/color]