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Terror on the Broadway- 7 Local; (The Subway Plot)
Topic Started: Jan 31 2010, 03:15 AM (1,948 Views)
Sabretooth
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Immediately upon arrival, which, of course, was in a discreet location, Creed waited the proper amount of time after Marvel left to embark into the crowd on his own as to avoid suspicion. He didn't like her, she didn't like him, but they both knew the rules well enough and how to do what they did well enough to work as a well-oiled and high functioning machine out on the field. Just because there was no love (or even like) between the two of them didn't mean that they couldn't be professional.

Creed adjusted his hat as he stepped out into the throng of people, most of them rubberneckers trying to get a glimpse of the commotion on the train. In these cases, people "playing it cool", pretending to mind their own business while not doing so stuck out like sore thumbs, and Sabretooth knew that much, so he played the part of a rubbernecker very effrectively, peering over the crowd, engaging in light conversation with speculators, conversing in theories that ranged from the accurate to the ludicrous.

That was all a front, of course. He had plenty of experience blending in - he wouldn't be as good an assassin as he was if he didn't, after all - that he could play the part of the typical civilian while scoping out the scene with ease.

Got movement on the train, bomber boy's tryin' ta make a run for it, he shot towards Marvel with a thought, I got the shot if you need me to take it.

Granted, his weapon wasn't even out, but that didn't matter. He could do it easy, and with the SHIELD tech at his disposal, he could do it without even being spotted.
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"Well, hello, Agent Marvel, how's every little thing? Death becomes you," [Ruby] 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?"

Agent Marvel gaped at the smirking face of someone who’d been a thorn in her side for almost a decade. His capture by her all those years ago had seemed like a golden star in the file of an up-and-coming SHIELD agent, but his exposure of her as mutant to the public during his trial had put a black smear across her career that she’d never been able to wipe away.

As the old saying went, if looks could kill… Ruby would be a pile of ash that would fit into the coffee mug. As he blathered cockily, Marvel’s thoughts reached out to lock onto his mind, her eyes narrowed as she found an icy cold barrier blocking her way. Mental powers worked nearly instantaneously - at the speed of thought. In less than a second, she scrabbled across the barrier for convenient cracks and found none. Another telepath; the day was just getting brighter and brighter.

When Ruby finished his taunt about a hairy little troll, Marvel’s mental grasp slipped past the window as if it wasn’t there, grabbed Ruby’s head and pulled him forward, bonking his forehead into the window. “You should be more careful, Summers,” she said, playing for the cameras and giving Ruby an arsenic-tainted grin, “it’s very easy to lose your balance and hurt yourself if your mind isn’t focused.”

Distracted by Ruby, the quick scuffle inside was over by the time she looked up and tried to peer through the grime on the windows. Luckily, the hazy windows and distractions meant nothing to Creed, like his namesake, hunting was what he did and his legendary senses spotted prey movement and reported.

:: Got movement on the train, bomber boy's tryin' ta make a run for it,:: [Creed] shot towards Marvel with a thought, ::I got the shot if you need me to take it.::

The wild-eyed, bloody man came careening out of the car. In a fraction of a second, her thoughts brushed his mind. The man had no idea what he was doing, no idea where he was going, simply running madly to… get away from something, in the brief contact she wasn’t sure. The one thing she was sure of was that the crazy man was more of a danger to himself than anyone else.

:: Negative :: she thought back to Creed :: he has no bomb, he’s low-priority. Carpenter can snag the minnow. I need you ready for bigger problems. ::

:: Carpenter, :: she thought into his mind, :: We have a runner.::

She hadn’t gotten everything in her brief touch with Sean’s mind; however the bomb and detonator were at the forefront of his thoughts. Agent Marvel lifted her palm to her lips and lowered her voice, “Base, a dozen feet in front of me is a bomb. Lock in on its signal and locate the remote trigger.” Such information hadn’t been in Sean’s mind, but she couldn’t see anyone trussing him up with explosives and not having a remote trigger, in case he lost his water and failed. In fact, waiting until a crowd gathered, with SHIELD agents at hand, would probably be a triumph beyond their wildest dreams. “Give the information directly to Sabretooth.”

She took it for granted that he’d be listening in on the conversation with his keen hearing and continued on the assumption. :: Creed, try to keep the most intelligent-looking one alive enough to be questioned. Secure the remote detonator.:: Agent Marvel turned back to Ruby, knowing that job was as good as done; Creed was short-tempted, like his brother, but killing was as aspect of the job he relished. After sending Creed on someone’s trail, they were dead men walking.
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Emma believed she could feel each second as it ticked away, counting down to what fate she just didn't know. Things seemed to be moving at a fast pace that simultaneously seemed to be moving in slow motion. She was consciously aware of everything happening while at the same time feeling as though she was trapped in a sense of vertigo. The arrival of the Thunderbolts had sent the already tense situation into a tail spin. Cassidy the fuse that had lit this time bomb was now a disarmed squeaking idiot who had set them all up for a bigger fall.

Damn him, Emma thought, Damn him to the lowest pits of hell.

Ruby raised the alarm, issued his commands, and placed a strategic bullet into the roof of the subway car. She focused her energy on giving the criminal what he wanted and placed a telepathic mind shield on his mind. She needed not probe the deep reassesses of either his or the telepathic Thunderbolt out by the tracks. These two had history and a deep abiding hatred between them. She imagined it had been a long battle of cat and mouse between the two, and now Emma had found herself in the mouse trap.

He hollered out to the agent announcing his presence while arming one of his guys with the now discarded trigger and bomb. Emma said nothing while the man taunted the agent that had been on his trail. She was the telepath Marvel he had mentioned all those years ago on their first meeting.

Fan-friggin-tastic! She thought, Of all the SHIELD agents in all the world…

She cast a seething look at Cassidy, if she went down for this tonight she would break the terrorist mind far worse then any of his captors had. She focused her anger and rage on him because it was simpler, if she could hate him then she could distract herself from the dangerous game of tag she had found herself in the middle of. The air to her side seemed to disturb some as if someone had approached her, but there was no one there, at least no one visible. Emma watched as the briefcase containing the agreed upon money she was to give Ruby in exchange for the documents he had attained for her lifted itself up and vanished. The lone girl in Ruby's gang as if on Que handed the satchel she had been wearing which Emma knew would contain the documents she had so desperately wanted. An hour ago these files were all she could see, all she wanted and now, now she just wanted out. She wanted this over, and them all to walk away unscathed, with the exception of Cassidy. Someone needed to go down for this, and he was more expendable then Ruby was.

As if the crazed man had read her thoughts the Irish man tousled with Beta and mad a dash out of the train. Had her thoughts and power not otherwise been focusing intently on keeping Ruby's mind guarded from the probing strength of the Shield agent Marvel, she would have mind blasted the Irish man into a catatonic mass, but she didn't have the time. She had to stay focused on what she was doing, Marvel was a powerhouse it would take all of Emma's concentration to keep the Shield agent out. Besides what was awaiting outside the cart was no free ride, the Shield agent would take the running man down soon enough, if not if things went bald here she would find Cassidy herself and make him answer for the fall he left for them.

Emma took the quickest of glances around the cart and sized up the situation. Camera crews out front, the Thunderbolts, and hell riding in behind them. This was bad, and a bed that she had made for herself. She looked over at the younger members of Ruby's gang, kids really. Children shouldn't be made to pay for crimes like Ruby and Emma were apart of. She sighed out loud and draped the satchel across her chest, standing up she helped the fallen Beta to his feet. She looked over at Ruby still brandishing his pistol, took in the intense hatred he had for Marvel and the dangerous battle they were all heading towards. She looked back at the kids Ruby had had accompanying him, a bit of guilt tugged at her insides. Her whole mission statement had been that the things she done were for the betterment of the Mutant youth, and here by her direct hand or not she had helped lead two into this mess.

She walked over to Ruby's side and let her hand graze against his as they both stared out at the gathering forces building against them.

::What do you need me to do?:: she asked the man now in charge of all their fates.
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When Ruby finished his taunt about a hairy little troll, Marvel’s mental grasp slipped past the window as if it wasn’t there, grabbed Ruby’s head and pulled him forward, bonking his forehead into the window. “You should be more careful, Summers,” she said, playing for the cameras and giving Ruby an arsenic-tainted grin, “it’s very easy to lose your balance and hurt yourself if your mind isn’t focused.”

That stupid bitch. Ruby jerked himself backwards forcibly, and he knew that she let him go, because he knew how strong her telekinesis was. He also knew that she was lashing out because his words hit home. How could a looker like her lower herself to fucking a furry midget with questionable hygiene... unless she liked it dirty. Heh, probably. Stupid bitch. He smirked at her, making no movement to let her know that she'd gotten under his skin with this little trick of hers. "Yes, I wouldn't want to slip an...

"..d fall, babe," the sentence slipped out of his mouth before he could call them back. The gun in his hand was a hammer, and he was on his knees on a shingled roof, repairing a worn patch. Sitting back on his heels, he muttered, "What the fuck..."

"Well, if you did, you know I'd catch you," A shadow fell over him and he looked up into the laughing face of...


"Jean..." a whisper that wasn't his voice, only sounded like it. His hand went to his head, and he had the fleeting thought that she'd knocked his brains loose, when suddenly the idiot Irishman was roughhousing with Beta and made a break for the door, driving the confusion from his mind. "No, you.... God dammit! That stupid fucking potato-eating piece of shit!"

The people began to panic and Ruby knew, he knew like a lightning bolt from the fucking sky that the jig was up. He was about to go down, but he was not going down lightly, oh not by a fucking long shot. The kids had done their duty, he saw the transfer take place, and now it was time for him to do his duty, as their protector, as their leader. He asked them to walk through hell for him, and repaid them with rough treatment, a lack of morals, and a quick temper. He was more than that, though, he believed he was an old world criminal with a sense of honor. Now was the time to prove it.

Slipping his brass flask from his pocket, he drained it, tossing a few pills down his throat after it, as Emma slid next to him, ::What do you need me to do?::

::I need you to get my kids home,:: Ruby thought at her. ::Beta, when the crowd stampedes, dupe up, and scatter. Set those bombs on a timer, and get the hell out of dodge. I called Lorelei, the others should be waiting.:: He paused and he said, outloud, "I'll be ok. Make Papa proud,"

Then, pushing Emma away as if he didn't know her, Ruby raised his gun and aimed at the steadily more and more panicked crowd, "You fucking pieces of shit primates, you fucking monkeys! Don't you realize you're an evolutionary deadend! Don't you get it? You're all dead! Every last fucking one of you are already dead!"

And he began to fire his gun until it was empty, deliberately and with the accuracy that he had practiced half his damn life, every single shot went high over the heads of the crowd, too high to hit a soul, but low enough to have the desired effect.

The crowd stampeded out of the exit opened by the crazy Irishman.

Ruby, pivoting on his good leg, swung to look out of the window at Marvel, the ruby quartz topper of his cane coming up to his eyes. His hand flew to his glasses, ready to whip them off and show her the full level of his powers...

... Ruby was in control of his freedom, and he was in control of his capture.

That's how he wanted to go down.

On his terms.

"Come on, Marvel," he muttered through grit teeth, hardly able to hear his own voice over the screaming of the crowd, the commotion outside, "Show me how much you love me. Catch me before I fall."
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While the others went out to do whatever it was the regular looking people did, Winter had stayed in.  Someone like him would be hard to miss in public.  Not that he cared anymore, it used to bother him but he grew accustomed to it.  Years of being hidden and staying a little secret for someone at least it was easier with Ruby.  The snowed figure felt indebted to the thief leader.  And he would make due on that.
 
Whatever he could help with the mass of snow was there.  Unfortunately that time around they went into public.  The details weren’t known to him, so he kicked back where they stayed.  Winter had no problems with being left behind.  Lorelei had stayed also, even though he didn’t know why, she could become anyone yet she choose to stay being.  He heard the phone ring once before the ringing stopped  Waiting a few moments he called out from where he was, “Who was it?”
 
Winter heard no reply and moved to where the ring tone had sounded. Looking around the corner he saw Lorelei's phone on the table. He knew she was there, creeping over to her phone thinking it was probably someone she didn't want to talk to. She was definitely there, and her ring tone was not subtle. She had to have known it rang and looked at it. But he wondered who was on the other line that she didn't want to talk to? The young mutant picked up the cell and saw the name, 'Ruby'. His eyes went wide.

Taking a listen to the message left behind. After listening he cried out, “Fuck!” In an instant a blizzard of snow rushed around the area. Becoming part of the blizzard he moved toward the train station. Spreading his snow out far and wide to make it difficult to pinpoint where the snow originate from. His snowed body was spread out with it. And like something out of a movie the blizzard rushed with furry.

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Carpenter had cleared all of the separate rooms and offices near the station. They were all empty and he moved along the fringes of the crowd to look for anyone suspicious. He had spent a lot of his life trying to fit into crowds so that he himself could spring an attack so he felt that he could do a good job of spotting anyone that was trying too hard to fit in. Marvel and Sabretooth were doing their thing as well. They could handle themselves. Thomas scanned the faces and tried to read the body language of those on the station floor.

Suddenly, in Thomas’ mind he got a telepathic message from Agent Marvel. ::Carpenter. We have a runner.::

Thomas whipped his head around to look for the perpetrator. He scanned along the length of the train and sudden motion caught his eye. A blonde headed man leaped from the train car and bolted down the length of the station. Without a reply to Marvel he broke into a sprint after the suspect like an obedient dog set with orders from his master. The Thunderbolt’s boots pounded the floor and his arms swung back and forth as he held onto his weapon. His eyes were locked onto the back of his target’s head. The way that Marvel had sounded, this man was to be taken alive. That would be a shame because Carpenter could put a bullet right through the back of his skull. Then again, they couldn’t interrogate a corpse because not everyone was as lucky as Marvel to pull a move like Lazarus and Jesus.

The Irishman raced closer and closer. “Just gonna die tired, boyo,” Carpenter threatened.

He let his carbine rest on its sling and leaped at his prey. As Thomas sailed through the air, he suddenly recognized the target. It was his cousin Sean. What the hell? Carpenter never thought in a million years he’d see his cousin there. It was too late and Thomas was going to tackle his kin. He collided with the blonde and thought out to Agent Marvel urgently, ::This is my cousin, Sean Cassidy! Is he the bomber?::
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Beta had thought everything was in the clear. Ruby had talked the terrorist down off the proverbial ledge and the multiplying mutant was then able to remove the bomb vest. Beta was a ball of jumbled nerves but he thought he was in control of things. Then things went sour. It just went to show you that you can’t trust crazy people. You give them a little help and then they try and break your nose. Beta’s arm was suddenly and shockingly tightly gripped by Cassidy. James was yanked in close and for a moment he thought he was going to get a hickey from the crazy Irishman but the terrorist pressed his mouth against Beta’s ear. Cassidy gave a dull roar that sent a wave of pain through James’ skull. There was gripping pain in his scalp and then the multiplier was thrown to the floor of the subway car to produce a clone as the bomber bolted out the door.

James looked around wild eyed. The entire train car had seen him multiply. He absorbed the duplicate as quickly as he could. Emma, the gorgeous but unsure if she was trustworthy, telepath helped him to his feet. He rubbed his temples in an attempt to alleviate the headache and said, “Thanks.”

There was so much going on all at once. There were news cameras outside and the Thunderbolts were trolling around in the crowd. The red head was calling out to Ruby. At the same time Ruby was giving out orders. Emma was supposed to get the kids out. Beta on the other hand was to make an army of duplicates armed with Cassidy’s discarded bomb. One suicide army coming up!

Ruby pulled out the gun and fired into the ceiling of the train car. He shouted at the mindless humans and they stampeded out of the train. That was the signal for Beta to work his magic. He quickly punched a couple of buttons on the digital display for the bomb and set it to a timed mode. “Three minutes should be plenty,” James said to himself.

He then stomped his feet rapidly to create a wave of duplicates. They sprang to life from his body and then launched forward into a run out the door of the train. When he figured that he had made enough copies Beta rushed toward the door himself. He swung the vest and launched it so that it flew out and lend slid between the train and the side of the station. That could cause a nice chunk of damage.

The multiplying mutant shoved a man who looked to be in his fifties. Beta ripped the coat from his back and the Gatsby cap from his head. “Thanks Gramps,” Beta said mockingly in appreciation for his new disguise.

As Beta tried to force his way along through the surging crowd he didn’t really notice that his boss, Ruby, was not running behind or beside him.
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"Ruby...?" Rahne asked, looking at her boss confused. What was he doing? Why was he talking like this? He was yelling and screaming and not making sense. This wasn't like Ruby. He would know that what he was doing was stupid. He had always told them not to make a scene, to be quiet and well-behaved so as to not draw attention to themselves. So why was he doing it?

She was torn. It was her duty, her responsibility to keep Ghost safe. It was the most important job she had. But her Ruby was in trouble. He was going to get hurt, going to get taken away by the bad guys, and she wanted more than anything to go after him, to rescue him, to tear the bad people open and take Ruby back, but she somehow knew that he wouldn't want her to, that she'd be outclassed and beaten easily.

She held Ghost tightly to her, confused and frightened. Yes, Ghost was her responsibility, she had to get him out and that was the most important thing. Even, God forgive her - even more important than rescuing Ruby. It's what Ruby would want her to do, she knew it.

Besides, nothing could beat her Ruby. He'd get out of this and come back to her. She knew it.
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Koen Taylor leaned back in his desk chair, his room dark with the only light source being his various computer screens and the myriad of LED lights blinking and flashing in the shadows. There was a constant stream of music that filled the room with ambient noise. Music that ranged from rock to classical to pop. Occasionally people poked some fun when they randomly heard Britney Spears through the door, but Taylor paid them no mind. The music wasn’t played for their entertainment. Whether they wanted to talk shit or not, who still had to put up with it? They did. So they could kiss his underweight ass.

He’d been over Agent Marvel’s shoulder from the moment they stepped into that spiffy teleporter. He really wanted one of those. Not because he didn’t like his job (he didn’t like his job most days, actually), but because his room got boring. There’s only but so much fun the internet could provide when every action you made was monitored, watched, and recorded. And he didn’t know what mojo they ('they' being SHIELD) had under their sleeves, so he hadn’t even attempted to break the rules set for him.

He rarely left the room. He never went out on the field, even though he believed he could do just as well as any other trained agent. He did know a lot of the goings on around HQ, though. He hadn’t altered anything, but Taylor had managed to tap and observe his surroundings via security cameras.

The mission was pretty boring to watch. He thought he might have gotten to the exciting part when the bomberman—Wait. He needed to get a copy of that game. Taylor idly wondered if Fury would give him gaming clearance to snatch a ROM one of these days. Or he could entertain himself by making his own version! Hellz yea!—grabbed at the Beta guy. Maybe that was where the vocal powers stuff Marvel was talking about was gonna come into play. It really sucked when the most exciting thing to happen is a mutie offing some random. How in God’s name had he managed to fall this low.

You know, when he signed up for this job, solitary confinement wasn’t really part of the contract. Not even in the fine print. Taylor remembered every word, quite clearly.

The bored technopath started to spin in his chair. Then all hell started breaking loose, and the no-longer-bored technopath stopped spinning.

The bomber dude was running. Why did he still have the autonomy to decide to run? Hadn’t Marvel mind raped him into compliance? Apparently not. Then he heard Marvel talking to him. And with that, Koen Taylor became Agent Bios.

“Why hello Ms. Marvel! My name is Agent Bios, and I’ll be your operator today. How may I, in all humble servitude, be of assistance?”

Find the bomb? Well, hell. Already done. Well, almost already done. Bios was running the now jacked train security cameras backwards, and pulling up a local scanner to identify and trace the signal from the bomb. Within a second, three screens had popped up, and Taylor had only spared one of them a passing glance. In the momentary lag, waiting for the computers to catch up, Bios indulged in a bit more idle chatter.

“Might I add, you’re looking stunning today, Marvel. Marvelous, even.”

Bios honestly couldn’t care less how tightly her uniform wound itself around her curves. He just wanted to make the bad joke. “You know, I just decided a few minutes ago that I’m gonna make my very own video game. The detonator’s on the guy with the gun and the shades and the cane. The one who hit his head on the window. Not a safe place to put a detonator, if you ask me. Clumsy people just shouldn't handle explosives, directly or not.

“But anyways, it’s gonna be like bomber man, except without the TV headed guy, with no opposable thumbs. Cuz that’s just stupid. Also, the rabbit guy,” Taylor laughed a little inside at that one. See what he did? He equated the fast breeding of rabbits with the duplication power of the mutant. A knee-slapper, that was. “Beta. The one who had the bomb. He pushed over an old man, and he’s running away. He’s wearing a coat and an ugly hat. He's still near the train, too. And I think the old guy's getting trampled. But yea. Bomberman. I still can’t get how the hell he manages to light and throw a bomb with mere balls for hands. One dexterous little TV boy, he is.”

He didn’t talk to people often. And it was getting harder and harder every day to keep his thoughts in line. Bios knew he was probably being a bit on the annoying side, but hey. This is what happens when you keep a teenager, brimming with energy, cooped up inside for months. His chatter paused to deliver something that had caught his attention.

“The bombs are on a timer, too. Three minutes on the clock, starting thirty seconds ago.”

And then, radio silence. They'd had enough of his rambling for one day. Forcing his mouth shut, Taylor leaned back against his chair, and started spinning again. They were now operating on a clock. They didn't need him distracting them.
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Got it, Marvel. Sabretooth, over an' out. Goin' mind silent now, he responded back. He waited for the techie to ramble on, idly wanting to throttle the kid for his inane babbling. It was really getting on his nerves, and people didn't tend to do too well by getting on Sabretooth's nerves. They tended to get bloodied a bit, at least when he was in a particularly foul mood. Today was, overall, a fairly decent day, and he had an extraordinary focus during mission times.

"Beta. Got it." Sabretooth ran over the files on Ruby's gang in his head. Beta. Multiplyer, Ruby's right hand man. Low level thug if you could find the core him. That wouldn't be such a trick this time around. The core Beta had the bomb. Also, the hat and coat helped.

Sabretooth quickly and subtly rounded the corner, and his eyes went wide for a moment. He spied at the very least ten Betas, each with a bomb, and one airborne. Creed wasn't much one for heroism, didn't much care for saving lives, but hell - it was so much harder to do the job if a bomb went off and killed a bunch of civilians. He leapt after the bomb, snagging it in his right hand. Two and a half minutes. More than enough time.

Marvel. You wanna be a hero? Evacuate the tunnel right the fuck now. Beta's duplicated and each duplicate has a bomb. I'm gonna track down the core Beta and gut 'im. Might just make the dupes disappear too.

Hat and coat. Hat and coat. Come on, hat and coat. Got you. Creed spotted him - hat, coat, same physical proportions as the other Betas running through the crowd. He surged through the crowd, his sheer size and physical prowess allowing him to push through easily.

"Hey, Beta, you dropped somethin'," he called out. Yeah, hat and coat kid here had the exact same scent as the clones. In no time at all, Sabretooth had locked onto the kid's scent and caught up to him. He may have been good for a kid, but Sabretooth was the best. "Way I figure it, we got about a minute left on this thing. Think you can survive it?"
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Within seconds of the tunnel feeling a slight chill a gust and flurry of icy winds and snow flowed with furry all around.  At the entrance starting from the feet and forming up from that was a foot.  Then two feet, legs, thighs, stomach, torso, until finally a full body of snow had formed.  Winter ran in to retrieve the gang. Bane, which was a nickname he gave to Wolfsbane, the kid- Ghost, Beta, and Ruby.

Heading toe to toe with the scariest fucking bunch around, SHEILD. The chill in the train station would unfortunately affect the gang as well as those fucking SHIELD pricks but it was a necessary evil in his opinion. Winter looked all around and kept his eyes open for their leader, the second in command, Wolfsbane, and Ghost.

It didn't take long until he saw one huge motherfucker who had stared down someone in a hat and coat he took a closer look to see it was Beta.  He wondered what a dust devil in the form of snow would be called but he moved the snow that whip lashed through the air around the big guy. Deciding to call it a snow devil. “Beta!  Over here!”  Winter shouted as he approached him.  Grabbing onto his arm he spoke and pulled him through the snowy hurricane in the tunnel, “Come on!”

Dragging the multiplier through the snow he shouted back, “Where's Ruby, Bane, and the kid?” Winter was unaware of the broad they made the switch with. He kept his eyes open as he lead Beta through the snow storm, he probably didn't know anymore then Winter. With that in mind he shouted out, “Ruby! Bane! Ghost! Where the hell are ya!?” They had to leave, and they had to leave five minutes ago.
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Tommy went speeding through the kitchen. With quick and furious gestures he instantly rifled through the cabinets, looking through their contents and deeming them inadequete. He had stayed behind today, not for the same reason as Winter. Freaks had to stay inside, that was the way of it. You couldn't have some messed up looking mutant running around the city spoiling things for the normal looking ones. Blur didn't have to worry about that sort of thing. The only outward sign of the boys mutation was his silver hair, something that could be easily fixed with a bottle of dye. Even if he were to be caught sporting his natural color, he could just as quickly blame it on faulty genes that led to premature aging. No one would be the wiser that he was a mutant based soley on that, and even if their suspisions were twinged, that would hardly be enough to evidence to level an accusation.

The reason Blur stayed behind was not near as tragic as a physical deformity, though it may have been just as constricting. Since nearly the day Blur had graced Ruby's doorstep, he had been nursing an intense attraction to the woman Ruby called his own. What had started as moon eyed childish infatution had through time twisted it's self into a dark addiction. Blur saw this as a crutch, but a cructh that he adored, a crutch that he had neither the power nor the want to be rid of. Lorelei sat there in her chair, her presence as intoxicating to the boy as ever. Ruby was like a father to Tommy. Given everything he had been though, everything his own father wanted to do to him when he found out the truth of his nature, Ruby had actually been better than a father. He cringed at the thought of hurting him, at the thought of betraying him, if even only with his thoughts. The idea that Ruby might share the same sort of fate that Tommy, in a moment of weakness, had served his own father had become a recurring and very real fear for the boy. Still the thought of being without the woman he had grown so territorial of, of being without the heat and excitement her very presence brought him, was a pain too much to bear.

He stayed to be around her. That was the sick joke of it. It was always like this. He began like an addict, searching for the fix her presence would bring him. Then, after a while, he began to feel guilty and loathing toward himself. Finally, the temptation became too much and the want and need that drove him to her would drive him away. So there he was, twitching and spinning like a pathetic junkie speeding through withdrawl. He could feel her in the next room. Her sweetness was a scent and he needed to be rid of it. After he could take no more, when the craving and passion threatened his common sense, he burst from the room in a whirl. It didn't matter where he went in those times. Often he would just run as fast and far as he could until finally he skidded to a stop, all breathless and exhausted. That day, when he finally stopped, he was in the middle of a forest. It was dark. He must have ran to the next hemisphere. There he collected himself, and when he felt he was ready, he turned and went back toward his home.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed. It couldn't have been over a few minutes, but when he returned he found a flurry of ice. That was the sort of thing that signaled Winter's departure, and if he was up and out of the house in broad daylight something must be up. He didn't look for Lorelei, there was no time and he couldn't risk being swept back up by her when he was needed. He went out in a blaze after Winter and Ruby and company.

When he found them in the subway station Winter had already made it. Blur must have been gone longer than he thought. SHIELD was there, pricks with superiority complexes. Still, this was bad. Blur rushed in. It didn't matter how many of the bastards were there, none of them could touch him. Blur knew that. They were all in slow motion as he met them. Normals and mutants alike, none of them were more than snails.

"We' gotta get the fuck out of here," he squealed in an inaudible rush. He grabbed Ghost first. The kid was the priority. He scooped him under his arm and continued. Winter had created a near blizzard outside the train and Tommy figured that would help. It was chaos, even Tommy's mind which ran at superhuman speeds, had trouble processing it all.

"Bane," he screamed through the running. Seeing her he grabbed her arm and ripped her from her spot. With Ghost still safely tucked under his arm he continued. There was another, a woman who wasn't with SHIELD. He flung Ghost around his neck in a hurry.

"Hold on little dude," he said as he made his way to the woman. "Let's go, let's get outta here." He was near panicking now. He didn't see Ruby, he didn't see much of anything. The blood had rushed to his throbbing head and he began to feel dizzy carrying the weight of three people with him. He stumbled, almost fell, but he regained himself. In a blink the group was out of the subway and onto the street, a half a mile away from the action below. Tommy gasped and fell to his knees. The weight had got to him.

"Where's Ruby?," he asked to anyone who would listen. "What happened, where's Ruby ?"
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In the explosion of chaos Emma found herself being pushed along with the mass mob of people scrambling to escape with their lives. She could leave now unnoticed if she wanted, blended in with all these civilians and leave the others to whatever fates would befall them. She was no thief, not in the same sense of the word as they were. She had merely lain in beds with them, a slight difference but a difference still the same. Ruby Red had been an alliance, a means to an end, from the onset of meeting the man she had known what he was, and he had always been open honest about that, and she had always been honest about the person she was, it was why their relationship had functioned as well as it had for so long. She had gotten what she had sought out on this hellish trip for, the documents were safely in a satchel strapped across her chest, and the gang had what they had wanted the money she was paying them. She could in good faith leave now and not look back. The man was heading for a fate that had probably always been destined him. She imagined a similar one was waiting for her someday as well, it was just that her someday didn't have to be today. Self preservation was a powerful thing. She had met her end of her agreement what was to keep her here?

Emma took a step and then another, and then in a move that surprised even her she turned on her designer heels and pushed her way back through the scrambling mass trying to flee. Maybe they were all damned, but if so they would all go out together. Ruby summers and his gang may not have deserved her help, but help wasn't something to be given on a measure of whether it was deserved or not, rather because it was required.

Her telepathic link still active amongst them she heard the scattered thoughts and orders. Others from his gang of thieves had arrived as well, a man composed of ice and a fast moving kid. She had little time to react before they both did. The creature made of snow somehow freezing off a section of the tunnel and the speedster grabbing the girl and the young boy that had been with Ruby on the subway train and speeding off.

Great, Emma thought, I'm trying to help you people here. She tried to reach out her thoughts to Ruby, but the SHIELD telepath Marvel was too present a threat. That battle, Emma knew from the train of angered thoughts she had picked up on the train, had been brewing for a while. Emma would have no choice, but to leave them to their tango.

She began running again, there would be no way to catch the speedster like this, and she could hear the thoughts of the one that had been called Beta as he traveled along with the snow covered one that had seen to his rescue.

Reaching out with her mind she tracked the speedster down using the thoughts of the others that she had picked up on earlier. She had a safe house outside of the city, one of many she used for her operation of mutant transport. there would be food, changes of clothes, medical supplies, whatever any and all of them needed. Maybe if they all had a moment to gather their breath they could formulate a plan. Plans she liked, chaos like this she didn't.

:: Beta, this is Emma. I'm going to get the others and the speedster. Tell the one your are with to go to this address, everyone can regroup there. Its a safe house my company owns, Whatever you need I can see that you get.::

She repeated the same address and message to the speedster along with more of an explanation as to who she was. If they could all trust each other and work together they could get a handle on this.

Emma made her way outside as she mentally listened to the battle continuing thing. She gave mental assurance to the man who had sacrificed himself so they could all escape that she would see that his team had all they needed. As Emma dashed across the street a strong sense of irony dawned on her. She had imagined Ruby to be a creature devoted only to himself, but the thief when faced with the choice had placed his own self on the chopping block to protect the ones he cared for. Whoever had said there was no honor amongst thieves had obviously never met the likes of Ruby Red Summers.
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His cousin? her thoughts reeled at Carpenter's revelation; she didn't have time to think or reply before Ruby started shooting, deliberately scaring the people into an uncontrolled panic to give his people a way to escape.

Damn! Damn! Damn! Agent Marvel’s thoughts screamed in disgust. In her ear, that kid they’d picked up recent was babbling something around a bomberman game, while before her eyes there was a crowd of panicked humanity; all screaming and pushing their way out of this nightmare.

Over her thoughts, Creed shouted that there were a lot more bombs and the tunnel needed to be cleared. It was already being taking care of; all around her was a stampeding mass of humanity heading for the exits, trampling those unlucky ones who fell in the surge forward. Pain-filled screaming thoughts were a wave of agony that battered into Agent Marvel; she was trained to handle it, but telepathy and constantly shielding her thoughts were her lesser disciplines and the constant shrieks were taking their toll.

Over the other side of the glass, she saw Ruby lift his cane, his hand on poised on his ruby glasses; his beam could blast take down buildings, her bones would be pulverized into paste and she’d be back to the land of the dead. She doubted she’d get another reprieve a second time. A part of her wanted it, wanted to be a fraction of a second too slow and just end it all; in some ways, it would be a relief. Instead, her well-trained thoughts reacted on reflex, before Marvel had really made the decision to live; her mind grabbed the train and flipped it, sending Ruby ass-over-tea kettle and tumbling.
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He felt the air grow cold, he heard the whistle of the wind, and in his head, he heard Emma tell them where to go, where to meet up. They were safe, and that was what mattered. Ruby had deluded himself about many things in his long and unhappy career of criminal genius, for instance he actually thought he was doing something good by teaching the kids how to be smart with their natural proclivities, teaching them to survive in a dangerous world. But he had never fooled himself into thinking things were going to end up any different than this. This was all the fault of that potato eating maniac that he'd tried to help. Just goes to show what happens when you play the hero. You get shit on.

::Cut communications, Emma,:: Ruby thought frantically, ::I don't want her tracing this back to you. And, Beta... I want the Irishman dead.:: A final order, maybe his last forever. This might be his end, his taunting, threatening of the powerful and furious Agent Marvel... Jean Grey, oh yeah, there were people who would trade information for a bit of shiny rock even in Shield. He wasn't a fool, he knew she had latched onto him as her archenemy, and only an idiot would not learn everything they could about their enemy. Ruby was not an idiot...

... at least he hoped he wasn't, which as he saw her throw her arms up, he thought he may have made a mistake here.

As her powers locked onto the train car to flip it, Ruby, with the fury and hatred for his life, for the humans that had made this the only way to live, for Jack and what he had turned him into, for himself and what he had allowed himself to become, he intended to whip off his glasses and unleash his powers to their fullest. The last time he had let loose with his powers he had shattered a man made of diamond.

He would bring the tunnel down now. He'd kill everyone, himself included, and show humanity what they truly had to fear in mutantkind.

And, then, in that last second, he dropped his hand from his glasses, and Ruby whispered, "Good girl, Marvel..."

Then, the train was flying through the air, and taking Ruby with it. She was skilled, this girl, it spun like a cement mixer in the tight confines of the subway tunnel, and Ruby was spun with it. His knee crumpled on the edge of a seat, his cane spun away, he was battered, and bruised, and bounced and when the train car came to its final rest, he was sprawled, semi-conscious, with a concussion, probably several broken ribs, his glasses lost somewhere in the mayhem.

But Ruby had kept his eyes closed, and not a spark of his power had leaked from his skull. As he lay sprawled on the current floor of the train car, which he dare not open his eyes to see if it was the ceiling or the windows or what, his lips turned up into a smile, even as he struggled to catch his breath through his injuries.

He could feel the warmth of the sun, the roof beneath his knees, the weight of the hammer in his hand. Looking up through the familiar red of the world, he saw Jean lands next to him, letting her run her hand through his hair with the care of a woman who knew not to disturb his glasses. "You're breathing hard, Scotty, a little hard work winding you all ready? Maybe you're getting too comfy sitting behind that headmaster's desk," she teased him, lightly.

He caught her hand in his, and pulled it away from his head, "What's going on, what kind of game is this?" he demanded.

"Honey?" she frowned.


And, suddenly, he was back, the train car beneath him, the cold of the tunnels, and the pain. "Call me... Scott..." he whispered, "Only... you..."

Then darkness overtook him.

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Somewhere, somewhen, someone else released his wife's hand and said, "Something's wrong..."
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