Honestly, Hope had no idea what Tony was thinking when he volunteered her to work with this group. There was nothing to engineer or build for them. Any army doctor could have told them how to set up a medical unit on their base. She was over qualified for this and bored with it. When she got back to California, she was going to make Tony pay ( 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 entire time between the virus and the recovery of such had been a blur to Atticus. Thankfully Dr. Chandler had found them all a cure long before the sickness could begin to become a fatal worry, but it had taken Atti longer to get himself back together than he'd wanted. He'd been groggy, always tired (moreso than usual), and still unable to ( Read more... )

Getting an escort into base wasn't a huge issue for Alison. She got a pretty decent conversation out of it. Asking the right questions got her the information she needed; large team, mostly mutants but not all, generally quiet but with the occasional 'mission'. She wasn't sure what that would mean, Ali had vague memories of battles in space, an ( Read more... )

St. John’s test results had come back after a few hours and Hope ran them again just to make sure there wasn’t an error in her machines. Of course there wasn’t. The second results were the same as the first and it made her wonder. While the white blood cell count was slightly elevated it wasn’t anything that screamed to her obvious infection. It ( Read more... )

At the end of the day Hope left the medical bay at the same time she always did. She had talked to the other doctors about samples and testing, what was appropriate and what was a little over the top when it came to what she needed. She had also talked to the nurses and guards about when to allow people into the medical building. She couldn’t have ( Read more... )

As amusing as it was to watch Jack spit and grit at the poor Pyrogenetic, Atticus had seen enough. Really, he'd seen it all already from the hunter. The scenario was nothing new. But the whole ordeal did strike him as bothersome. The thought in mind, he slipped from the room just as easily, and intangible, as he had entered. Confident that Hope ( Read more... )

The last thing that St John actually consciously remembers from the mission was pain. Not the pain in his stomach, not that burning agony of his overtaxed powers, not even the pain of the bullet lodged in his gut. It was more the pain of a branch sticking into his back and the casual wondering of just why Haylie had left him in a tree when he was ( Read more... )

Hope was freed with no real explanation. She assumed this meant they found her innocent of any wrong doing but didn’t bother to ask. The moment they opened her cell door and told her she could go, she fled. She had never known anything as terrible as solitary confinement. Hour after hour in a tiny little room with nothing to occupy her mind, it was ( Read more... )

Atticus wasted no time in seeking out Hope once he'd been informed of what happened. The problem was, he hadn't received the whole story. Or at least he couldn't have because when he arrived to the Medical wing instead of finding Dr. Chandler he had found a temporary replacement instead. He was even more surprised to learned that her new ( Read more... )