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Terror on the Broadway- 7 Local; (The Subway Plot)
Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 03:15 AM (1,949 Views)
Emma Frost
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Ruby made cautious steps toward the crazed Irish terrorist. There was a sadness in all of this, the man that was holding all of their lives hostage was a victim in his own rite. It was for reasons like him that she had worked as hard as she had to help get mutants out of places where their lives and sanity were at stake and into Jus Soli where they stood as much a chance at a normal life as people of their genetic making could have. She wanted to feel sorry for Sean Cassidy, and had he not been standing before her with enough explosives to level the entire block she might have. At the moment the Irish man was more threat then victim, and though he needed help she'd rather live to see tomorrow then she would be the one to give it to him. If it came down to a choice of lives she'd rather save hers and those of the people on the subway then that of Sean Cassidy.

Ruby tried to talk the mad man down with reason and more displayed compassion then she had seen from him before. It may have all been an act to lull the crazed would be bomber into a false since of calm, but if it was it was a damn convincing one. She imagined Ruby had some understanding as to where Cassidy was coming from. He too had been a victim of cruelty once upon a time she remembered. Much of what he had endured had made him into the man he was today, if it was possible to reach the terrorist on any level Ruby would be to the one to do it. She squirmed a little uneasy in her seat. She didn't like her well being being in someone else's hands even if those hands were as capable as Ruby's were. Even if he was able to talk the broken terrorist down they were all still sitting on a time bomb. Counting Ruby and herself there was five mutants on this subway cart not including the man with the boom on his chest. Police had been called, authority was on its way and she was sitting pretty with a case full of money she'd have no way of explaining in the company of a group of thieves carrying loads of confidential and highly illegal documents that anyone with more than two brain cells could draw a comparison towards. Emma had no intention of spending her future cooling her heels in a federal penitentiary. She needed to start pulling some rabbits out of a hat, because even if they survived getting blown to small and non descript pieces they might all still be in for a world of shit.

The powerful telepath reached out with her mind and opened communication between Ruby and the senior members of his team. She left the kid out of this conversation. Children should never be exposed to such talk and violence she believed in spite of how Ruby was raising the boy.

:: Ruby, I'm connecting your mind to the other members of your team. They will on be able to hear the thoughts you want to speak to them directly, and vice versa. Consider it a private group chat. This way you can give orders without having to worry about being overheard. I'm trying to see if your getting through to Cassidy it may be working but his mind is such a mess the color blue might set him off so tread very lightly. If you get us all out of this I'm taking you down to Cabo my treat::

With that Emma pulled out from Ruby's mind solely and opened the chain of communication to his team, the man known as Beta and the girl named Rahne. Maybe if they could all work together they could get out of this unscathed. A lot was riding on the next few minutes. if Ruby would be able to get the Irish terrorist to calm down or if Cassidy was simply to broken and it would take a snipers bullet and a whole team of cops to get the job done.
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Beta didn’t know the name of the lady he was pressed against, with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. He knew that girls always fell for the heroic types and if they lived through this mess maybe he could score some points along the way for looking brave. It was easy to act brave but Beta was actually a little frightened. This man was clearly unhinged and was ready to blow them all to kingdom come. They had been in some sticky situations before but this terrorist was certifiable and could snap. Beta had never been in a more powerless position. But the other passengers didn’t know they were powerless per se.

Ruby was giving the terrorist some words to calm him down to get all the passengers out of that mess. Apparently, one of the passengers didn’t think he was going a good job at it. "Hey, Mister, shut the fuck up! You're going to get us all killed. This fucking psycho's got a goddamned bomb! This ain't fucking Die Hard or something."

Without taking his eyes from the madman, Ruby ordered Beta to silence the panicked passenger. James gave the woman a slight squeeze and let her go. He stomped toward the man all the while straining to reign in his duplication power. Beta drew back and gave the man a punch straight across the jaw. The bastard dropped to his knees and Beta kicked him in the ribs. “Can’t you see he’s trying to keep things orderly?” Beta spat.

The mutant edged away, relaxing slightly but he noticed the girl was edging away from him all the same. His chances were probably shot out of the water. It was then that he felt his mind open up. He could hear some of the thoughts from Miss Frost. Were their minds connected now? ::Boss, it was a strain but I held back on the clones:: Beta thought at his boss and wiped the sweat from his brow. ::It was kind of rough but I didn’t think it’d be, you know, prudent to be sprouting clones. I hope I didn't set something off for this guy.::
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I want to help you keep that from happening. I'm like you, Sean, you and me? Brothers of the X, Sean, it's in our genes. We're superior beings, you and me. Time to get control, time to get what they took from you."

Oh God.. this wasn't Sean Cassidy, this just wasn't the strong, noble man from Ireland. The man who came to New York a few years ago with his cousin on their never ending quest to better themselves. Until recently the sandy haired Irishman walked the city streets with a higher quality about, it was almost regal. Now, in this subway train, on this day, he stood bleeding, screaming, trembling and crying, he was a mass of emotions, his mind filled with more static than anything else. His thoughts at this point were far from coherent, the man in the glasses stood before him trying to talk him out of the darkness that filled his mind.

On this train however, anyone could end up a victim, bound here by elements beyond their control, helpless. The humanity of his actions and of himself didn't matter to Sean at this point, he had been broken, not by the hands of the mutants the world feared, but by the hands of everyday men.

As the situation inside the train car became increasingly worse passengers began to rise from their seats, a mix of fear and courage had gotten the best of some of them as they tried to inject themselves into an awful scene. Sean took steps back as he watched a man he assumed was a mutant knock down a fellow passenger as he screamed for order. The thought that anyone might try to affect his plan hadn't yet crossed his mind.

"Be still, be fucking still or I'll trigger it now..." the bomb strapped mans voice cracked and gave through as he tired to scream through the cut in his throat. The tall man with the cane still stood before him and his words echoed trough Sean's head. He shouldn't be the scared one here, he should be the strong one, the superior one. Images flashed through his head of the times before all of this had began, before he had been taken, before his sanity had eluded him. Ireland, friends, his life in New York, all these memories shouldn't be allowed to fall by the wayside at the hands of his captors. Maybe the man was right, maybe he wasn't, nothing made sense now.

Falling onto one knee Sean looked up from his tear soaked eyes, "Who are you, how do you know me, you don't know who I am, how do you know me, how..."
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"Who are you, how do you know me, you don't know who I am, how do you know me, how..."

The Irishman went down on one knee, as Ruby heard Beta behind him taking care of the unruly passenger. "We're all going to keep calm here, ok," Ruby called over his shoulder, tilting his head but his eyes still locked on Sean. "Everyone is going to relax and we're all going to come out of here alive, and better for this experience. Maybe we'll all get a lesson today on how to treat our fellow man?"

He took another step towards Sean, slow, calm, and as he did so, he said, in his head, as Emma linked their minds in a confusing and disconcerting fashion. ::Emma, let me know if we're running out of time, either with our friend here, or the cops. I don't want to get busted here any more than you, babe.::

Vocally, he said, "I don't know you as a person, Sean, but I know what's happening to you, what did happen. You got fucked and you got fucked hard by people who are scared of you, want to use you, want to take what it is you are and change you. Happened to me, happened to a lot of my people. So, you aren't alone." He took another step and said, "I want to live, Sean, and I want my friends to live. I don't want to get blown up today because some fucking monkeys thought it would be all right to use one of us to kill a bunch of people, to further a war I ain't all that interested in. You wanna help me, Sean? You wanna help yourself? Stand up, and get your head on straight."

He held out his hand, "Give me the bomb trigger, Sean, and we're going to get this situation under our control."

::Emma, he hands over the trigger, put him down quick,:: Ruby ordered, ::I want to...::

"This is the New York City, Transit Police!" a voice suddenly bullhorned from outside. "We have this Train Car surrounded and the Thunderbolts are on their way. There's no escape, Mutant! Surrender or we will open fire!"

"Jesus Christ," Ruby muttered, "Fucking primates have no goddamned idea of strategy."
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Jean
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Marvel longed for a drink; to fall into oblivion and stay there until things started making sense. Coming back from the dead, was that some freaky new power mutant power? Was she doomed to die and be revived over and over and over? God, she hoped not. She’d been in her quarters a lot lately, a bottle of something amber colored in her hands. What it was didn’t matter; it promised release, if only for a short time, which was all she really wanted. Just as she cracked the seal, the call came in. A close call but only a temporary reprieve.

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“I can fly,” she began after they’d assembled on the command deck, but Fury cut her off.

“No time. You need to be there now. Use the teleporters and put this bastard down. You got that Agent?” Fury barked as he stared at the monitors, his good eye searching the feed coming through for … something.

“Yes, sir,” Marvel agreed, unenthused. She’d heard that the technology came some freaky mechanical genius somewhere; she’d also heard that he was a nutjob and that his tech-toys sometimes had nasty surprises. Very amusing. Ha ha. But this was a dangerous job and anyone too weak-kneed to handle it could trade-in their guns for a frilly apron and start flipping pancakes in the mess hall any time.

Her gaze flicked to a built-in locker, inside of which were coiled belts, the teleporters; one of the dozen or so tech guys bustling around would take care of plugging in the coordinates. She strode to the locker and wrapped a belt around her waist with a snap, leaving each of the team to get their own. The team; in a hostage negotiation situation all of them would be as useful as flamethrower during a forest fire but they were going along based on The Gun Owner’s philosophy - it was better to have a gun and not need it, than to need it and not have it.

She turned her eyes on the ThunderBolts, men of action, not delicacy. “We’ll be around civilians and witnesses, the rumor that there’s a mutant strike team in SHIELD is just that – a rumor. When we arrive,” if we arrive her thoughts reminded her, “I’ll handle the terrorist, the rest of you fan out, secure the area, and keep a low profile. We don’t want any surprises.”

Her glittering gaze swept over the team then she gave a wordless nod to a nearby tech. Closing her eyes, she didn’t watch the world explode into mindbending flashes of color and reform as a subway tunnel filled with people.
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"This is bullshit and you know it!" Creed barked at the errand-boy who had returned his denied request for a transfer out of the Thunderbolts. Ever since the incident at that small town, Sabretooth wanted out. The operation was a fraud, he felt - an absolute joke that stocked itself with unwilling participants who couldn't be trusted in the field. He'd been a career soldier long enough to know that if you can't trust your squadmates in he field, you don't have a squad. "I've been a damn good soldier for this country for more than seventy years! I volunteereed for this Thunderbolt crock! And you're tellin' me I can't walk outta this nuthouse?"

"S-s-sorry, sir, I... I'm just the messenger, it wasn't my decision..." the Agent stammered, recoiling as if he was going to be struck. "F-F-Fury said..."

"Spit it out!" Creed snarled, his upper lip curling back.

"Fury says your needed here, sir..."

"Then you tell him he better get me some real honest to God soldiers on this outfit and not a bunch a' nano-chain inhibited terrorists who'd just as soon off their commanding officer as accomplish the fucking mission! In fact, scrap that. I'll tell him myself," Creed growled. "Now get the hell outta here."

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Creed knew the ins and outs of this mission by the time he'd assembled with the others. Marvel was going to talk the guy down. Everyone else was to take their positions and provide backup if it was needed. He didn't like it, he didn't like bringing Cassidy and Rawson along, and he didn't like trusting the mission to Marvel. Far as he was concerned, she was compromised. Hadn't been the same since dying, frequently stunk of booze - not at all professional.

But he'd follow orders, he'd stick to the plan. He wasn't in his uniform - it wasn't very smart to try and go undercover in the most recognizable military uniform in the world, after all. He had, instead, dressed in a specially tailored grey three-piece suit, hair groomed, trimmed enough to not stand out too much. He carried a briefcase, like any other Manhattan executive would carry, but instead of papers and a laptop computer, it carried specially designed SHIELD-issue needle pistols, smoke grenades, and chloroform should it be needed. Never know, maybe Marvel's negotiations would fail and the bomber had to be put to sleep.

He said nothing to those assembled before teleporting, simply adjusted his suit, looking for all the world like a New York businessman - a fairly large and imposing one, but who said all businessmen had to be little shrimps or comically obese blimps?
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Carpenter had been under stricter observation after the incident with Doyle. He wasn’t the only one, though; the other conscripted Thunderbolts were being watched as well. They were working against their will for a government that was only using them as weapons. Most of the time Fury was pointing the mutant weapons at other mutants. That wasn’t sitting well with Thomas Cassidy. He had fought in order to prove that mutants were better than humans. He had slain, well, he wasn’t sure on the number of people he killed but he knew it was high. The fact remained that even though Thomas had been captured and imprisoned for nearly a decade he hadn’t been rescued by any of his mutant brethren. Besides that, he didn’t like having to turn his powers against a fellow mutant though he’d make an exception for many of the mutants employed by SHIELD.

Thomas was kept in more isolation. He could eat meals with his team but that wasn’t a common occurrence. Patch and Sabretooth joined the Thunderbolts willingly and no one trusted him. They didn’t trust him before and after he killed Marvel, it was hard to imagine them giving him any kind of credit. Then there were the evaluations. They were always trying to figure out what was spinning in Carpenter’s head.

“What do you want to get out of the Thunderbolts?”

Each time he would lie. Once he wanted to raise sheep in the countryside. Once he wanted to make a break in Hollywood. They were all lies. For Tom, he didn’t see any other way out of prison and he took it. All he wanted was to see the sunshine again. There wasn’t a lot of sun on the inside of the helicarrier so he savored any time he could go on a mission. Unfortunately, the next mission had to do with the subway.

Carpenter activated his teleporter. The world shimmered in a million different colors and then it seemed to explode, like the shapes and sparks that appear when you press on your closed eyelids. The colors faded into dull grays and dirty concrete. The team had arrived at their destination amid a crowd of people. Marvel was going to interact with the terrorist and everyone else was going to work as security. Sabretooth had taken an undercover disguise to insert himself into the crowd. Carpenter was wearing one of those fancy image inducers to camouflage his arms. They were supposed to be a flatscan human team and his grafted arms might have been a giveaway. Even though they were supposed to be low profile, they were still armed. Carpenter was carrying his carbine and he looked like the perfect SHIELD operative.

He hurried along the edge of the crowd shoving people aside. There were doors and offices that needed to be cleared. He opened the door carefully and looked inside the first. There was no one inside and there didn’t seem to be any secondary explosives. Thomas cleared the other two smaller rooms and then reported into his head seat, “Offices on the eastern side of the tracks are clear, my dears. I’m going to check the civilians along the periphery. Make sure there are no accomplices.”

Thomas scanned the edge of the crowd. Everyone was cowering with fear at him. It was logical, he had a pretty big gun but then again, they could all be killed in a massive explosion. Thomas wondered if he was quick enough to activate the teleportation device to get him out of there in such an event. He also wondered if he could teleport far enough away from Agent Marvel so that she couldn’t activate his nano-chain. Be so easy to just pop out right now. Dunno the range on these microscopic buggers, though.
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I want to live, Sean, and I want my friends to live.


The words spoken by the man in the glasses resonated through Sean's troubled head and wouldn't seem to leave. As crazy as he was now, as angry and broken as his feelings had become those words still pulled at the memories of his past. The sandy haired man remembered the time when he wanted to live, before all of this shit had taken place, before the man he was had been replaced by a loaded gun. Down on one knee, strapped with a bomb and threatening the lives of people he didn't know would have seemed like something out of a bad Steven Seagal movie just a few months ago, but now nothing seemed out of the realm of possibilities.

He knew it wouldn't be long now before this situation became so, so much worse. Even if the explosives didn't work, even of he somehow managed to live, he knew what would happen after today. The police, the Thunderbolts, and probably many more were surely on their way by now, they would be here in seconds and Sean knew it. Still; the words spoken from the mouth of the man with the cane echoed through his head. No matter who people were, mutant or human it shouldn't be his choice if they should or should not live, it should be theirs, they should be given a choice about their lives, a choice which had been stolen from Sean.

Give me the bomb trigger, Sean, and we're going to get this situation under our control. said Ruby.

Maybe this was the way out of the hell that had became his mind and his life, maybe he should trust the mutant standing before him, after all; how much worse could it get?

Standing up and extending his arm, with tear filled eyes, Sean handed the trigger to Ruby.

"I don't know..."

"This is the New York City, Transit Police!, We have this Train Car surrounded and the Thunderbolts are on their way. There's no escape, Mutant! Surrender or we will open fire!"
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Ruby was doing his best to calm the irate Cassidy down. How much ground he was making was anyone's guess, someone as crazed as Cassidy was too much of an unknown variable to be predicted. The slightest thing could set him off, and even as Ruby approached him calm and rationally, Emma knew considering the state of the bomber's mind the slightest thing could send the house of cards being built crumbling down.

Ruby's command to take Cassidy down as soon as he safely had the trigger in his hands came through above her nervous worry. Steeling her resolve Emma just focussed on the problem at hand.

:: Your the boss:: she told the thief, her voice lacking the usually sarcasm or superiority she commanded. In truth he was in control of this situation, and she needed him to be. As much as it pained her to have herself in the hands of another, she had no choice to but to follow his lead. He had more of a plan going at this moment then she did.

On a tentative edge she watched as Ruby persuaded the mad man to hand over the detonator to his bomb, and in a movement that seemed to be going in slow motion she watched as centimeter by centimeter the Irish man relented as released the trigger to the thief. She opened her thoughts preparing to mind blast the Irish terrorist unconscious when she picked up more thoughts coming from outside that sent her blood running cold. Even as the cry came through the cart of from the police, Emma knew they now had bigger problems to fend off.

Shit! she thought to herself, Shit! Shit! Shit!

:: Ruby, there is some heavy artillery right outside this car. I'm getting signals from at least three powerful mutants. One of them a telepath as great as me if not greater. We are going to need a serious back up plan here, because if they ever get wind of everything that's going down. Cassidy will just be the appetizer::

The knowledge that there was a group of Mutant agents that worked alongside SHIELD had often been regarded as a urban myth. Emma had always considered such stories fables mutants told their babies to get them to got to bed on time or eat all of their vegetables. No such things existed in the real world, and now in this Subway cart the telepath realized that the rumors and stories were true, and now she knew that Cassidy and his bomb just might turn out to be the least of all of their troubles.
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Trouble was indeed coming their way. Creed and Cassidy had opted to blend. Seeing Creed in a suit had been strange, he could almost pass for someone who wouldn’t draw a tic-tac-toe board and play a quick game on someone’s skin as they bleed out, but then he’d flash that grin that said this is all a big joke and the illusion would be gone. Not that he tried too hard to blend, he was a sick fuck – he knew it and liked it. He and Carpenter spread into the crowd, sniffing out what seemed ‘not quite right’.

The reporters had descended fast, like vultures, their flashing lights making the shadows jump in the gloom of the tunnel. They struggled against a ragged line of officers keeping them out. Agent Marvel curled her lip when she saw them; they were going to make this a hell of a lot more ticklish. The ThunderBolts weren’t known, not really – rumors, myths… and they needed to stay that way.

“This is a dangerous situation,” she called out as she pushed her way through the press of bodies. “For your own safety, please leave the area.” Her powers were invisible to the naked eye, it should all be a simple matter of talking to this clown, just for the sake of appearances, and mind-controlling his ass out of there.
People moved around in the stalled car on the tracks but the low windows cut-off everything from the neck up. “My name is Agent Marvel,” she called out, walking toward the isolated car, her empty hands out a bit from her sides. “Please come the window and talk to me. Tell me what’s going on,” she said, peering through the haze of track shmutz dusting the windows.
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Sean handed over the detonator and Ruby beckoned with his head to Beta. "Debomb this guy, James, we're going to..."

:: Ruby, there is some heavy artillery right outside this car. I'm getting signals from at least three powerful mutants. One of them a telepath as great as me if not greater. We are going to need a serious back up plan here, because if they ever get wind of everything that's going down. Cassidy will just be the appetizer::

"Christ," Ruby said. He tossed the detonator to Beta as he moved to do what Ruby said, "You get my signal, Beta," he dropped the pretense that they were anything but what they were, "You duplicate and you make sure every one of you has a bomb. We may need that extra insurance if things get heavy." Pointing his cane at Emma, "Babe, lock my brain down, if you would. Thunderbolts are coming, that means that bitch Marvel's coming and she has her little cotton panties in a bunch about me already. She'll take me down quicker than a pack of dogs on the three legged cat. Cassidy, you've gotten us into a bigger mess than I wanted this afternoon, but we're all getting out of here alive, or my name's not Ruby."

Drawing his gun, Ruby shot up into the air, through the top of the train car, causing a fresh load of screams. "Everybody, shut up and listen. You've unfortunately been caught up in something that you have no business being caught up in. I'm just a businessman, not a murderer, so I am not interested in shooting any of you. That doesn't, however, mean I won't. Wolfsbane, Ghost, come join us please, so I can keep an eye on you. So everyone just take a seat at that end of the car and we're going to work to get everyone out of here alive, me and my people included."

“My name is Agent Marvel,” [Marvel] called out, walking toward the isolated car, her empty hands out a bit from her sides. “Please come the window and talk to me. Tell me what’s going on,” she said, peering through the haze of track shmutz dusting the windows.

"Great," Ruby murmured, "Emma, darling, keep your lock on me, but try to get this Irish whack job to give you any cohesive memory about who the hell did this to him." Pulling out his phone, Ruby dialed home, "Lorelei, we're in dutch here in the Subway. Houston/Varick Station. Thunderbolts are here, so we need a big time distraction. Thanks, babe."

Then, that done, confident his people were doing as he told them to, Ruby strolled casually over to the window, and leaned down so he could be clearly seen. "Well, hello, Agent Marvel, how's every little thing? Death becomes you," he said, arrogant and cocky, "Look, we're a little busy in here, you think you can come back later? We'll have tea and talk over old times. You still knocking boots with that hairy little Canadian troll?"
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You know, this was all very well and good, the whole ticking time bomb scenario. Of course, like adults often do, they had forgotten about the important thing, which meant they were going to be too busy beating their chest and making monkey sounds or bumping fuzzies or whatever they do. Ghost didn't really pay too much attention to them, because if they thought you were listening in, they wouldn't say as much and they got suspicious of you, which wasn't good.

Ghost wriggled himself out of the Pup's grasp, and turned himself invisible. If Ruby wanted the suitcase, then Ghost was going to get the suitcase, and maybe Ruby would be happy with Ghost and then Ghost would get ice cream or a video game. Or maybe he could to school and have some friends his own age. That'd be nice.

The little guy turned invisible, just so that the normal people wouldn't notice him, which, honestly wouldn't be hard considering there was that human bomb guy going, but still better safe than sorry.

He weaved himself through people's legs, careful not to touch anyone. He didn't want anyone wondering what had brushed up against their leg. He purposely touched Ruby's leg and made sure that he could feel something invisible move towards the suitcase. Ghost then grabbed the suitcase and extended his power to it, making it invisible as well. He then hustled back to the Pup and turned visible again.

"Mission accomplished."
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"Oh, no," Rahne whispered as she listened to what Ruby was saying. He had mentioned Agent Marvel before, that she and her goons were dangerous, were bad, and if they were here now, then her family was in real trouble.

"Wait," she said as Ghost slipped away, and ran off to grab the lady's bag. This was going to be bad, she knew it. She just knew it. Marvel worked for the same people who put her in a cage, who stole her away and left her when the cage was blown up. She hated them. She hated the bad men in the army suits with their guns, she hated the jailers who fed her nothing but that awful dog food, she hated this Agent Marvel without even knowing her, because she tried to hurt her Ruby and nobody tries to hurt her Ruby.

But then the Ghost came back, and she remembered to focus on her job here - the boy. He needed her to keep him safe. It was a very important job, and she took it very seriously.
"Good boy," she said, and held him close. Then Ruby asked them to come back into the car, and so she did, carefully, slowly. The bag was invisible, so maybe they wouldn't know that she and the boy had it.

Since they now had Emma's bag, Rahne took the bag for Emma off of her shoulder and handed it to the woman. That was what Ruby said to do.

Rahne wasn't much one to be scared normally, not since Ruby first took her in, but knowing that Agent Marvel and SHIELD were here now, the bad people were here, she showed signs of being that scared little girl all over again. Eyes wide, legs trembling.
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Beta stood a little off from Ruby as well as the rest of the crowd on the subway. He had alienated himself from the rest of the hostages by beating up some stranger who spoke out. That was fine as far as Beta could see. How many of those flatscans had possibility of going home to a palatial suite? Probably not many. First they had to get out of the hostage situation then they could go back to living the high life of mutant crime. Beta kept a relatively close distance to Ruby but wanted to give his boss enough space to work his magic. Amazingly, Cassidy gave the trigger to Ruby. It was a miracle! They wouldn’t get blown up!

Beta relaxed only slightly because they were going to get some bad news. Then announcement came that the Thunderbolts were on their way to the scene. That could prove to be problematic. Beta could probably shed a dupe or two able to escape the Thunderbolts but Ruby wasn’t so lucky. He didn’t have the time or the wardrobe to disguise any of his clones as Ruby. James only had a moment for a sphincter unclenching because Emma sent out the message about the Thunderbolts arriving. According to Emma, one of them was a powerful telepath. Even stronger than her.

That little muscle squeezed even tighter when Ruby instructed Beta to take the bomb off of the crazy man. ::Shit.:: Then out loud to the bomber James said, “Hey man. Things are cool now. I’m just going to help you get out of this thing. Doesn’t look comfortable.”

Sweat was beading across his forehead as Beta moved his hands carefully over Cassidy’s chest. He had never done this before. It should be common sense, right? Try not to get blown up. Beta checked to see that the wires were intact and to see if there were any detonators within the latches of the vest. Beta unclipped the clasps and opened the vest once it appeared safe. Gingerly, he spread it wide to slip off of Cassidy’s shoulders.

Then Ruby ordered Beta to wait for the signal. If Ruby said so, Beta was going to hold the bomb and make as many clones as he could. Each one would be holding the bomb. Mixing his maximum number of clones with equal numbers of explosives could prove to be a shitty end to the day. Beta slipped the vest off and held it lightly but carefully. He didn’t want to jar it and bring the shitty day to an end even sooner.

Beta stood at the ready as Ruby called for the subway car to get orderly. He told the passengers what was going to go down. If things went according to his plan, no one would get hurt. Shortly after, a female voice called out to them. James looked out the window to see a woman in a uniform. She was beautiful but she was a killer. She was a Thunderbolt. Looking at her though was enough to make him unclench. Just a little bit.
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“Hey man. Things are cool now. I’m just going to help you get out of this thing. Doesn’t look comfortable.” Beta said in a calm voice.

Sean stood, blood dried on his neck and chest, the wound on his neck still open rendering him unable to use his mutant abilities to help him make an escape, which at this point was all he wanted to do. It may not have been entirely his fault, what happened here, it may be that he had been the instrument in a much bigger plan, but such observations were in the eyes of the beholder. He was sure no one would see his side, he was simply the terrorist holding innocent people against their will and endangering their lives. No one would be able to see inside of his crowded confused mind, no one would feel his pain, and his insanity. He was to suffer his fate alone in this world, that was something he learned during his time in captivity, in the dark, in the loneliness and torcher.

Standing still while the man tried so carefully to take the bomb from his chest proved to be far more horrifying to the Irishman, he stood on the edge of sanity watching the people around him panic, watching the mutant with the glasses try to put order in this godless situation. The bounds proximity and personal space had been blurred to Sean, every hand that had touched him in these last difficult months had caused nothing but brutal pain. Grabbing the arm of the mutant they called Beta, the sandy haired Irishman twisted it, pulling him closer. Twisting him into his body and grasping his head Sean held his mouth against Beta's ear while using his arm to box in the other side of his head. This was a act that months before he would have never considered, but today he lives in a new world, they all did, and this world was far more dangerous, far more cruel. Pressing his mouth into the mans ear Sean tired his hardest to release a violent scream, his injury completely escaping his mind in the rush of fear and anger.
A sonic scream however, was more than he could bare, only proving to inflict a massive pain in his fragile neck. A truly lucky moment for Jamie, Sean's voice barley loud enough to cause much more than a migraine in the head of the mutant. Grabbing Beta's hair in his hand, the Irishman pulled him behind his body with the last energy he had, throwing Beta to the floor. Sean ran through the doors of the subway car fearing what was to come.

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