A methodical hand took the small white pills and dropped them into the toilet. With a loud Flush!, he watched them vanish, then sat there on the cold tile floor, head sunken down between his hands. He was in a nice small enclosed area, just the kind of environment he needed to think. The trouble was Martini didn't want to think, not anymore. ( Read more... )

While Ethan had turned the courtyard into his own little training camp, Emma had taken one of the training rooms built to withstand the over exertion of powers. The assessments were going a long way to figuring out just how capable the team members were and just how complimentary some of their abilities -both mutant and physical- could be for ( Read more... )

The open space in the center of camp has been cordoned off for the last couple of days, Ethan has been over seeing as the ground is remarked with clear distinction of combatant training areas. Posters have been dotted around camp notifying the team that they are all expected to attend the team training days that are up coming. First of all is the ( Read more... )

Most of the time, Mac's job was fairly simple. Keep the cars running, keep the base working, monitor the security system. Not an awful lot happened to those three sections of the base operations; people were the problem, not the machines. And Mac would forever stick to that ( Read more... )

This was the first time Olivia ventured out in public again since that forsaken virus had shut her powers down. It had taken a while for them to be back completely and until she was certain that her mutation worked the way it was supposed to be she had tried to stay in her room as much as possible.

Part of her, albeit a very small one, had been glad ( Read more... )

Damn this bug was persistent. It got so he was feeling so bad he had to stop visiting Mac because he didn't want her to get sick with anything else while she was getting over her mutant thing ( Read more... )

It probably was a normal day in the Mess Hall, at least until she walked in. She'd only just been written into the facility and had already made her way, wearing her usual birthday suit, straight to the most common area in the fort. She deliberately walked with an undeniable sense of pride and power, even though she'd downgraded from leading her ( Read more... )

Nothing could kill her mood. Not the heavy gray clouds in the sky. Not the chill in the air. Not the mud on her boots or PT she had to run. As far as Angel was concerned it was the first day of spring. Ethan's kiss was fresh on her lips. She knew it wasn't likely to happen again any time soon. He wanted to take things slow. And by slow he meant ( Read more... )

There were good days and then there were bad days. Everyone could agree on this. With Martini, this took on a whole other meaning in regards to his visions. Some days he could filter them out and stay grounded in the present. Others, they pressed in hard and thick, making concentration all but impossible. If he fought it, all that would happen was ( Read more... )

The request had been utterly unusual. She wasn't even sure at the time if she wanted to take it. She'd been considering turning it down since the first meeting; she had turned it down to being with. Asshole soldiers didn't have a clue what they were talking about and if she was going to have to put up with that bullshit from them, she'd do more ( Read more... )