Having read through everything Ethan had managed to collate, Emma took the night to plan things out. If she was already granted her 'leave' and Ethan could see to it that Wade was given the day or two it took them, Emma only had to consider the transport. Which she took care of, in the form of a lear jet flying out of Seattle ( Read more... )

Although Viktor had had extensive practice with a variety of weapons, he was still relatively unfamiliar with the standard-issue firearms used by the US Military; that was why he now found himself at the shooting range, hefting a small selection of guns and their ammo, examining each one for weight, comfort, and the ease with which they could be ( Read more... )

Getting out information to headquarters was more difficult than expected, even for someone who had plenty of experience doing it. This organization was so tightly knit Wade had began to fear he wouldn't be able to get out any information at all...but that of course was unnecessary, and he made his annual reports on time, keeping his cover.

Each new ( 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... )

The less furious shaking of the jeep finally suggested that it was slowing down and they were either taking a pit stop or they were finally at the base. The total halt of movement and the screech of a handbrake told him where ever they were, they could be here a while. But the soldiers next to him started to move out so maybe they were at the base ( Read more... )

For the most part, Rogue was not a social creature. By pure survival instinct, she closed herself off to a lot of things, and making friends was one of them. She had a few friends, just a few. A handful maybe. Of course, Spokane and then the illness, that shot all of that in the foot with a gallon of buck shot and a few sticks of TNT ( Read more... )

Some days it seemed like everything came crashing down at the most inconvenient of times. Other days? She was allowed to just coast along, to a happy medium on the trail of life. Today was one hell of a crash ( Read more... )

With the quarantine now in full effect, the nurse staff were given their packs and sent out to take blood samples from each of the team members. It wasn't exactly their usual sort of assignment, but desperate times called for desperate measures ( Read more... )

It started a few days ago on her morning jog around the base. First, it was her head. The pain had been so great that she thought discharging some energy would make it stop. Unfortunately, it did nothing. Second was her chest. It started tightening on her morning visit (which was more sneaking through the window than visiting) to Spencer's room. ( Read more... )