Washington D.C.: September 8th, 2020 - 1:40 PM
Frost International HQ - Downtown Washington D.C.: The guard sighed slightly at Jinx's request. "As cute as you are, I can't do that - against protocol," he informed him. The badges were enough to get them inside, but it didn't mean that the guard could just tell Jinx where the security footage records were kept. If he did that for any cute little guy that awkwardly came into the Frost International building, he wouldn't just be fired - Emma Frost would have his head. "I can give you a map," he then offered, handing a little laminated map on over to Jinx. Most of the major divisions and all were indicated on it - but nothing top secret or classified, of course.
The elevator opened and Emma Frost stepped out, raising an eyebrow at the two Hellfire Club members.
"Now what are you two doing at my company?" she asked them. Lying to Emma Frost was never a good idea, as she could use her telepathy to confirm whether or not it was true. She then spotted the ID badges they had on them, but her eyes quickly darted back up to their faces, staring them down more or less.
The Mutant Underground Garage - Washington D.C. Station: "Just a bit?" Negasonic scoffed, as Moonwalker commented about his overshare. She wasn't exactly the most touchy-feely kind of person, though it was to her benefit. She was one of the few mutants who could stand being in Deadpool's presence for a few days - most people maxed out after a few hours and were begging to be killed by a Zamboni.
"Whichever it is that you prefer will be what I prefer, mate," Cannonball told him with a smile. He was much more polite than his best friend, Sunspot. Sunspot was a literal hothead and his impatience was beginning to creep into the legendary category. Case in point, Sunspot took Moonwalker's hand and gave it a rough shake. To Moonwalker, it would feel like shaking hands with the surface of an oven.
"Negasonic, how's Veil and Sapphire? I want to go see them," Sunspot said. He had a serious overprotective side when it came to his friends - especially after they had been in prison overnight. The police weren't known for being kind to mutants they had in custody as well.
"They look like shit, but they'll live," Negasonic answered him.
"And some white bitch showed up with information she only trusts Veil with - I'm sure you'll love her, Sunny."
Veil
Location: The Mutant Underground Main Area - Washington D.C. Station
Skills: Leadership
Things were definitely getting out of hand and Veil had to resist the urge to pinch her nose. She did that on occasion when she was stressed but with the abuse she had suffered at the hands of the police, it would only end up furthering her own injuries if she did so. Spark Plug wasn't participating in the petty fighting beyond a squabble with Havok, but Sapphire and Havok both seemed liable to toss Glimpse off of a cliff if they got the chance.
"Enough!" Veil snapped, after Sapphire mockingly shot Glimpse's words back at her.
"You don't have to get along, I don't give a fuck what your opinions are of each other, but goddamnit we need to be able to work together." She gave a pointed look at Glimpse, knowing that she had an attitude of entitlement to her that came with the idle rich, however she knew that Sapphire and Havok weren't blameless in this.
There was a slight pause.
"Havok, Colossus, what are your thoughts on going after Shaw?" Veil asked.
"Glimpse, I appreciate your thoughts but to be blunt, you aren't a member of this group - not yet at least." Colossus gave a slight nod.
"Mutant Underground is for helping mutants, da? Stopping Shaw can be part of that." "I'm all for hula hooping Shaw's ass into oblivion," Havok quipped. He walked on over to Sapphire and whispered into her ear:
"How much do you want to bet Miss One Percent here is setting a trap for us?" he asked her softly.
No one but Sapphire would be able to hear that comment.
Veil nodded, since everyone present had casted their votes.
"Alright. Negasonic, Cannonball, Moonwalker, and Sunspot need to cast their votes as well, but it sounds like everyone is backing this play on a preliminary basis. Now Glimpse, you mentioned that you have contacts... I'd like you to share that information now with the group. Anything you want to tell me can be told to anyone here, it's the model we decided on - I might be the leader but everyone has a voice and equal say."
Sunshine and Spirit Box
Location: the Morlock Tunnels
Skills: Psychology, Mediumship
Erg praised Leighton once more. He bent down and picked up another bottle for her to practice with.
"Most mutants find it easier to control their powers in a calm environment - I imagine whatever happened at Target, you were panicked and afraid, limiting your control over the ice..." his voice trailed off as the group returning from the warehouse came out of the portal. Stretch's brother - Spirit Box, he recalled - and Sunshine were the first ones out, with Sunshine triumphantly holding up a rat and mentioning something about what Tome had done. Erg sighed slightly. Tome seemed to be a magnet for trouble and/or poor decisions. Tome himself emerged from the portal next, followed by Stretch and Caduceus, and finally Blink.
"What happened?" Erg asked calmly. His fingers twitched slightly. It was probably a good thing he didn't have the gun with him.
"I honestly couldn't tell you," Blink said. She had some ideas of what exactly had gone down but she was going to let people come clean, so to speak. They would have a better relationship with Erg if they told the truth anyways.
Sunshine, of course, was all too happy to snitch on Tome. She knew
exactly what had happened, but hey, she had gotten a pet dead rat out of it so it wasn't too bad of a day.
"Tome decided, in his infinite wisdom, to burn the warehouse down," Sunshine told Erg gleefully. There was additional malice and spite to her, more than what was normal for the admittedly cruel young mutant. Had she been more aware of her own psychology, maybe Sunshine would have known that this was a defense mechanism, as Tome starting the fire was an eerie parallel to her home burning down and resulting in the arrest of her makeshift family for a crime they didn't commit. Her friends were still in Mutant Super-Max serving sentences for arson.
"We did manage to get one of the generator thingys," Sunshine then added as an afterthought. She had no idea how the things worked. They could have been stealing props from the next Star Trek set and she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between them and an actual generator. Her technical expertise consisted of hitting the thing repeatedly until it worked, then just giving up and claiming that since people had survived for thousands of years or something without technology, then she didn't need it either.
Casper nodded at his brother slightly, holding his head with his hand. He had a headache now from getting hit, but putting pressure on his head had stopped the bleeding. It must not have been that serious an injury, probably just a shallow scrape from the rubble. Hopefully his new friend, James, would be willing to come and try to heal him again as Casper
hated headaches. He'd much rather have a thousand bruises over his body than even a mild headache.
"Ben is being a pain in the ass as always," he told his brother.
"Takes one to know one," Ben shot back, using about the oldest comeback in the book.
However, something interesting had caught Casper's eye. The kid that had tagged along with them was acting
extra vicious. Despite never having formal schooling in it, Casper had picked up a lot of psychology in his lifetime - his dad had a doctorate in it and had taught him the basics, and then with the lifestyle Casper lived, he got
plenty of case studies in it.
"Something set the kid off," he told his brother quietly.
"She's hiding something, Jackie," he then added.
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