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Topic Started: Dec 7 2010, 02:07 AM (632 Views)
Brian F.
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Date: December 3rd, 2010
Time: 11:00 am




Living under the water was not as strange of a felling as Brian thought it would be in the beginning. He couldn’t stare out into endless miles of ocean, or watch as fish tried to survive in the vastness; Sanctuary was a city, and despite the enormous amount of modern technology that went into the building and sustaining it was nothing more. Brian felt a sort of normalcy returning to his life; the Brotherhood had not attempted to utilize him at all, and in some cases he felt a little glad about that. The young man was simply waiting, rebuilding the relationship with his sister and hopefully he would be able to coerce her to leave. The message may be right, but the execution was something that made him cringe.

Brian’s flat was bare and cold. Though it was his current housing, it didn’t feel like a home. The only thing Brian had to personalize his room was a small picture of the family. The small reminder of home was pinned to the wall beside his bed. Things would be better to keep your motivation next to you. The less space between the two means the less room for interference from external sources. Once Jacqueline left with him, they would go back to England and find their parents. Every single puzzle piece would be put back in its place. Why they fell apart in the beginning, even Brian didn’t know…

The store. While the flat didn’t need decorations his body did need food and lately he hadn’t had much to eat. Sanctuary was growing but it wasn’t a far walk to the grocery store. The weather was nice and despite being winter up top, Brian was able to adorn a soft short sleeved shirt for the day. A small smile peeked through his recently rough exterior. Walking around the compound with a large toothy grin was one way to get your ass kicked; when he really thought about it the Brotherhood would most likely be the last place he ever ended up if the current circumstances never happened.

The aisles of the grocery store were normal and safe. He found a sort of solace in everything that felt like his old life. The places that made things, even if only for a second, seem to be the way they used to be. Before mutant life, before the Brotherhood, even before university Brian wanted that subconscious connection to his life before everything that could be considered a personal hell. However, most of the people in Sanctuary probably had similar if not worse stories that could put his to shame. Brian caught himself staring at a shelf of produce for an extended amount of time. The only thing that stopped him was a mental red light flashing brightly and a mental siren to accompany it. Someone came up close behind him, he could sense the neuron’s firing like a map to the human body behind him. “Can I help you?” Brian was calm and if anything else curious as to who the person was.
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The grocery store was not Mikhail’s favorite place. He preferred the farmers market in Belarus where one received fresh produce straight from the man who grew it. That had been decades ago grocery stores were the norm in the capitalist first world. Of course in his mind with efficiency there was a decrease in quality. Take for example the beets he needed for the Borscht he was making tonight. He had wandered up and down the aisles until he located the produce section only to be disappointed by the small corner where the beets were hidden between the onions and bell peppers. The thin selection showed that restocking them was not a priority. Mikhail was frowning at this discovery when he heard someone address him.

“Can I help you?” The definitively male voice intoned politely. Intent on his goals of navigating the grocery store Mikhail had not even noticed that young man standing in the aisle until he spoke.

“Da,” Mikhail grunted in the affirmative without even looking directly at the questioner. “Dis beets look vilted no?” He grabbed a couple emaciated beets in his hand and held them up. Small tendrils of frost had already begun to creep up the sides of the vegetables where they came in contact with his fingers. “Store owner does not care about because people do not buy.” Mikhail probably would not have said anything if this particular individual had not started the conversation. This shopper was just as ill equipped as he to affect the quality of the beets in this establishment. It was more just venting and this guy probably did not want to hear it.

Mikhail used this opportunity to look at his fellow comrade of the produce section. Before him stood a blonde haired man slightly taller then average with sandy blonde hair and a complexion that suggested he was in his 20’s of course in the mutant community age was often harder to guess. He appeared athletic and probably had to work out to maintain his body definition. The clothing and hygiene suggested that he was someone who cared about how he looked enough to take care of himself. Mikhail had only met a few of the mutants of Sanctuary and he was positive that they had not met.

“Are you new to Sanctuary?” He probed briefly forgetting his issues with the beets. “My name is Mikhail by the vay,” he continued proffering his beet free albeit icy right hand for shaking.
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“Dis beets look vilted no?”

Brian looked back confused. While not expecting the man behind him to respond, he also did not expect the man to have such a heavy accent. “Excuse me?” Brian asked as a reaction to not immediately understanding what the man said. Brian’s face pulled at the inside of his eyebrows as he replayed what the man said over and over again inside his head. Almost miraculously he finally translated the heavily Russian influenced English. “Oh, yeah it does look a bit wilted. But I have seen worse.” Brian’s lips pulled at the side with a generous grin.

The man, obviously Russian, did not look very threatening. When the man held the beet in his hand, small veins of what appeared to be frost emerged from his hands. Brian stared down to the beets for a while almost surprised the man was a mutant. The young Englishman was still coping with the fact everyone in Sanctuary was a mutant. When living in England and the United States coming across so many mutants was rare apart from the mutant communities like Mutant Town. Now, his neighbors were mutants, his politicians were mutants, and any friends he made were mutants.

“Are you new to Sanctuary?”

Brian looked the Russian in the eyes as he spoke. The man seemed like a straight shooting guy. “Very new. Less than a week actually. How long have you been living here?” Brian spoke nonchalantly and with ease. The only reason Brian asked was because he was genuinely interested. He had heard many things about Sanctuary, but it was all so vague. Had this man been one of the first mutants living here, or perhaps he was just as new as Brian.

“My name is Mikhail by the vay,”

The man reached out his hand for a greeting. Brian looked down with worry that was clearly visible on his face. The man had nearly frozen a beet whole with his hands just a minute ago but now he wanted to shake hands with Brian? While it did worry him, Brian thought that it was the mutant’s responsibility to warn someone if they could not control their abilities. Brian reached out a firm hand and grasped the man’s hand. Immediately he felt a cool burn on his soft palm and ripped his hand from the man’s. With visible disappointment evident on his face Brian replied, “Brian.”
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It was obvious from the young man’s initial reply that Mikhail was not the easiest to understand. It was an unfortunate result of English being his second language. He knew that his enunciation was sub-par and he also knew he would probably never speak without a heavy accent. It took a moment but the athletic blonde male eventually pieced together what Mikhail had been saying before the Russian had to repeat himself. It was a relief to the older man who always hated the embarrassment of struggling through the same phrase multiple times until a native speaker understood him.

“Oh, yeah it does look a bit wilted. But I have seen worse.” The blonde punctuated the statement with a friendly smile before continuing to answer Mikhail’s other question. “Very new. Less than a week actually. How long have you been living here?”

“I have been here for couple of veeks,” Mikhail immediately began shaking his head in the negative realizing that he had used the wrong unit of time, “I mean couple of month.” Compared to this younger man he was an old hand at the mutant city but he still felt hard pressed to call himself familiar or even completely comfortable with his surroundings. Of course given that Sanctuary was less then a year old he was closer to a native then many.

“Vhere vere you before you come to Sanctuary?” Mikhail continued following up on his previous question with some interest. English was obviously his first language so Mikhail suspected he was American. The young man took his proffered hand and introduced himself as Brian and immediately pulled back after coming in contact with Mikhail’s frozen digits.

“I apologize,” Mikhail amended sincerely, “normally I vear gloves. You cannot feel good beets vith gloves.” He continued holding up his beet containing left hand a second time before returning them to the produce bin. Inserting his hands into his pocket he pulled out a pair of brown leather gloves and put them on. He actually found it more comfortable to wear clothing in a warm environment, where warm was anything above freezing. Instead of using his gloves, hat, and coat to keep the heat in he used them to keep the heat out. Maintaining a more comfortable albeit lower temperature then most people preferred close to his body. Brian clearly had a more subtle mutation then Mikhail’s.

“Do you cook Brian?” As Mikhail asked he surreptitiously tried to glance at what the other man was buying to see if he saw instant meals or base ingredients. As banal as the question seemed Mikhail was convinced that people who could cook meals from base level ingredients were more capable then those that relied on prepackaged and decidedly capitalist food items. Besides it seemed like a relevant question to him since they were both in the grocery store.
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Recovery from the battle was complete, thanks to the mutant healers, and a few months later he was out and about like nothing had happened. Dustin had nearly died that night... partly due to his own lack of control. He'd been so certain, afraid that he was avenging his friend's death, but the healers knew what they were doing. He'd never fought with the intent to kill before that. It had always been self-defense.

Of course he'd known where the training would lead. He'd known from the day he'd been given that choice that wasn't a choice. He'd be laying dead in the street if Roger and Jac hadn't come at that precise moment. He never liked violence, never liked fighting, but it had come to him. They'd saved him, and he was going to fight for them. He owed them his life after all. There was guilt of course, but it wasn't worse than what he'd felt since the day his mutation manifested. What could be worse than killing the one person in your life that gave a damn? Whatever he did, it was decided by people with clearer heads than he. If asked he would much rather just stay in Sanctuary. Hiding here and forgetting about the outside world. But someone had to fight, it might as well be him. There was already blood on his hands.

While one could mope forever about miserable stuff like that... it was better to focus on the positives. To live, not just exist. Sanctuary was what Mutant Town was trying to be and simply couldn't. There would not be fear, here. Mutants and their families were living their lives in peace and that was just not something he imagined happening. Just a year since he first learned of his mutation, and he was in this amazing place. Shopping for groceries, it just seemed so strangely normal. There were plans to make pie, among other things... hoping that some displays of baking skill would help him get a friend of his to eat more than junk food. Even if they were still sweets, at least they were real food. His cart was not going to hold much more. It held equal parts snack food and baking ingredients. Their pantry was rather empty.

The produce section, took some thought. Beside what he needed for what he wanted to bake... it would take some doing to get vegetables into the menu. A bit in smoothies would probably be the only way for it to work. He doubted that Rog had a full portion of veggies since joining the Brotherhood. No wonder he was so freakin skinny...

A familiar face, and a chill, caught Toxin's attention while he perused the selection of apples. Tall old guy. What was the name? Something like Michael, but not pronounced like that. Ran into him the first day he came to Sanctuary. If it had not been for the problems his teacher had with the man, he wouldn't have minded him. Who was the guy that talking to him? Reminded him of something. Or rather, someone. Maybe he would've just finished his shopping and left without saying anything, but then he identified a scent as Jac's. It was very faint, and he barely be certain, except how familiar he looked. Quite a bit like Jac, actually. She had a brother join a few months back, he remembered. Dustin smiled, and gave a little wave to the two of them. Yeah. He probably should check on Jac's brother.

"Hey.. settled in alright, I hope?" he asked them both from by a large mound of fresh fruit, adding to the young man, "I'm Dustin. Your sister actually was the one that recruited me..." He noticed the older man tugging on a pair of gloves, then looked at the blond's hands. How long had that man had his mutation? Tox hardly had his for a year and he never forgot to tug on his gloves in case they were susceptible to his poisons. "Ouch.. you have anything to put on that?"
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Speaking with the Russian was a good experience for Brian. Since coming to Sanctuary he thought that everyone was affiliated with the Brotherhood and everyone seemed to have one giant chip on their shoulder. Mikhail on the other hand did not seem to be one to attempt to murder him in his sleep or get in a physical altercation over something ridiculously trivial. Besides neglecting his mutation, he seemed like a good man. Brian glanced down at his hand noticing the small burn on his palm. He hadn't noticed it before and upon realizing it the pain that accompanied the small burn flooded in. A slight wince spread across his face before he continued with the conversation. He would tend to the burn once he got back to his flat. However, he wasn't sure how he would treat it; He hadn't gotten a medical kit since coming to the United States.

Mikhail responded to Brian's question with an answer that confused him. While it seemed that the man had lived in Sanctuary much longer than Brian, he said that he had only been living here for a couple weeks. Rather than questioning the man, Brian just nodded towards the man. Within a short amount of time, Mikhail found himself trying to take back what he said by saying months instead of weeks. It was obvious that English was not his first language by his heavy accent and the way he danced from measurement to measurement. A meek grin slowly spread across Brian's face as he listened to the man correct himself.

“Vhere vere you before you come to Sanctuary?”

Brian swallowed hard. A puzzled look pulled his lips to the side while he thought about what to say to the man. He had called Mutant Town and Brotherhood's Murder World home in a short amount of time. New York was so large and vast that it was easy to get lost and forget where you were going.   "Well, I was staying in New York," his voice trailed off and once he regained his composure he continued, "I had joined the Brotherhood a couple of weeks ago." Brian looked down to the floor and back up, the subject still sour on his tongue. His facial expression lost its warmth and kindness as his smile faded away.

“Do you cook Brian?”

A small, soft smile returned to his face as Mikhail asked him about his cooking. Brian was a good enough cook to feed himself, but felt like his cooking skills wouldn't best be used for someone else. "Not as much as I'd like to eat..." Brian stopped as someone approached and began speaking to the two. 

"Hey.. settled in alright, I hope?"

Brian looked over to see a fellow Brotherhood member. He had seen the man once before in the fun house that he was living in before moving to Sanctuary. Brian hadn't approached the man before, and definately did not introduce himself. "I settled in nicely, I didn't have much to bring. Most of it was my sister's." Brian's tone was playful and light, while he spoke to the new addition to the conversation. The dark haired man then told Brian that his sister had recruited him. All of the negative feelings returned. He felt a tight wrench on his chest, one that wouldn't go away until he talked to his sister. "Oh," Brian paused while reaching for the words. "I hope she didn't give you any trouble. She's a bit of a nut at times." An uneasy smile fell onto his face. He tried to make light of the conversation because he knew that he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself by asking strange questions or saying things that did not seem to fit the position he was trying to fit into.    
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Mikhail frowned when Dustin approached. The Russian carefully looked up the nearby aisle and around the produce section for Dustin’s friend. He did not see him anywhere but that did not mean the little creep was not around. Brian was still staring at his hand with concern and Dustin’s comment caused Mikhail to fidget a little bit. Any discomfort he caused was inadvertent. He could not see the contact causing any permanent damage because it had been brief and the Russian’s body temperature was not vastly below freezing.

“Hand vill be fine,” he stated firmly, “in Belarus people do not vear gloves until tventy below!” Perhaps an exaggeration but the people of the Eastern European state did have a more understanding approach to extreme lows in temperature because of the comparatively harsh winters.

Despite the language barrier Mikhail could still read body language. It was vital that one be at least semi-competent at it especially having worked in counter intelligence. It was obvious that Brian was a little hesitant to answer questions about his origins. When Brian mentioned joining the Brotherhood he almost seemed disgusted with himself as if he did not really want to be part of the well known mutant liberation organization. Mikhail was puzzled by the response.

“You don’t like Bro...” Mikhail quickly trailed off remembering that Dustin was connected with the Brotherhood and thought this might be a conversation better carried out in different company. He lamely turned his final word into a slight guttural clearing of his throat while Brian responded to his questions about cooking. Mikhail nodded, “I am not good cook but I can make a few things and anyvone can make good stew no?”

Dustin introduced himself to Brian revealing that the Sanctuary newcomer had a sister in the Brotherhood who had recruited Dustin. This was not something the blonde mutant seemed proud of; in fact at mention of the Brotherhood the same tense discomfort seemed to overtake Brian.

“You are very lucky to have sister here in Sanctuary.” Mikhail continued in an attempt to lighten the conversation. “I do not get to see my family often it must be nice to have close.” The Russian took a side step towards Dustin and turned to face Brian. “Dis man is very good vith direction,” Mikhail punctuated the statement with a friendly left hook at Dustin’s shoulder. “Very helpful vhen I first get here. Vhen I first arrived I vas not prepared.” Mikhail listened carefully as the darker haired mutant asked about his stay so far.

“I am liking people and I do not stand out so much.” He directly addressed Dustin’s question with a grin. Compared to some of the people in Sanctuary his mutation was downright unnoticeable. At a distance Mikhail usually passed for normal it was not until one was fairly close that the differences became noticeable. Even his physical size which was larger then human average was less noticeable in a mostly mutant population. “I think I make right choice coming here.” He idly wondered if Brian felt the same way it was hard to tell if the mutants uneasiness was exclusive to the Brotherhood.

“Vere you at Murderworld vith Brotherhood?” Mikhail looked at the pair of them curious if they had personally killed SHIELD agents. They seemed so young to be participating in such grizzly business but thinking back he realized that he had participated in similar operations at their age. That had been decades ago.
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His 'approach' - he stayed several paces off as he'd not really meant to intrude for more than a moment - caused the older man to frown and look around. Which caused Dustin in turn to frown. What... ever. Whatever his problem was, it wasn't Dustin's if nothing was going to be said. The man dismissed the injury had caused, however slight, and since the one that had been hurt didn't seem overly troubled by it he simply let it drop.

It was strange the changes in the mens' scents through the course of the greetings and introductions. He still didn't know what they meant, at least not the complicated ones, but it was interesting. Not something he was focusing on training though. Not yet. Maybe he ought to, but at the same time - he wasn't sure he wanted some of the hints that would give him.

"Oh no, she didn't, really," Dustin assured the man. He didn't know what he was thinking, but it was best to set things straight immediately. "She was great. What she - and Rog - did was save my life. If they had arrived a few moments later, I would not be standing before you today - or anywhere else for that matter." There was no doubt about it. If they had not intervened, he would have been shot dead in the street. The toxic mutant glanced at Mikhail as he said how lucky it was to have family in Sanctuary. To have any family that still accepted him... or was still alive. Now that would be nice. Even if he never got to see them, it'd still be nice to know that they were around. Like so many other things, he just tried not to think about it. Not like it'd make a difference. He couldn't change the past.

The young man seemed rather uncomfortable about the topic. Then again it was hardly a cheerful conversation topic let alone a great way to introduce oneself. He rarely did very well with that. "We haven't spoken. I'm Dustin Reed. I guess you could call me Toxin. If you'd rather."

The older man spoke of the time they first met. Neither he nor Dustin mentioned the man's accidental provocation of the BH's red haired assassin. He was pretty certain the man still had no idea what he'd done to cause the reaction... particularly since Mikhail took a friendly punch to Toxin's shoulder. Yet again. "Please... don't do that," he asked politely, keeping most of the irritation out of his voice. Hopefully it'd be the last time that would be done. It was difficult to keep his instincts in check when people suddenly moved as if to hit him. While intellectually he knew it was unlikely the mutant would strike him... the instincts that came with his mutation were on a deeper level of his consciousness than that.

"I, uhm, am glad you're happy here. Hopefully after..." he trailed off, not sure what he'd intended to say. That maybe after he did his time with the Brotherhood, he'd deserve the peace of Sanctuary? New blood would not wash away the old, but perhaps if he could save others from what he and the others had gone through, he could set the past aside. If not. Well. At least he'd have done what he could. The next question came as a surprise for some reason. Was knowledge of that widespread? It was several months past... it probably was well known by now. "I was there," he said, keeping his voice steady. "First assignment actually. I'd rather not discuss it."
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"…She was great…”

Brian listened to the dark haired mutant in front of him as he spoke about his sister. He subconsciously listened and was able to comprehend what he said but what he had said repeated over and over like a tape in his head. From what Brian had picked up from what he had said, Jacqueline had saved him from something or perhaps someone. It was interesting because despite the complete opposite themes of the two subjects, Brian thought back to the night that he sat in his sister’s room and talked about what had happened. How she had killed someone. How he had killed someone. He was coming to terms with the fact that Brian was going to face things that he wasn’t prepared for in the Brotherhood. “She is great,” Brian said softly still not completely focused on the now.

"We haven't spoken. I'm Dustin Reed…”

Dustin did not hold out his hand. It was strange not shaking everyone’s hand that he met. While still living with his mutation in hiding he was used to living with the majority of humans and shaking everyone’s hand with a firm grasp and never breaking eye contact. In the mutant world it was probably safer for everyone to just greet with kind words and a soft smile. Brian did just that. “Nice to meet you,” Brian said with a timid smile, “Brian Falsworth, and I also answer to Union Jack.” He finished speaking pointing to himself and continuing his smile.

Brian watched quietly as Mikhail spoke about Dustin. He had helped Mikhail or at least had been available to help the man with his move to Sanctuary. The young Englishman watched as Mikhail softly hit Dustin. It was a little alarming at first because Brian was not used to as close of a friendship in Sanctuary like Mikhail obviously thought of him and Dustin. There was a small change in Dustin’s neural activity that not only worried Brian about the pleasantness of the current situation, but also cautious of how he would react. While Brian was prepared to stop a mutant altercation he was not sure how strong Dustin was; that was the worst case scenario, but still needed to be assessed. Brian watched quietly as the Brotherhood member told Mikhail not to do that. It was polite with only minor evidence of irritation. Brian did not show his affection physically like Mikhail had done, but it was a good note to take for the future as to not upset a fellow member.

"First assignment actually. I'd rather not discuss it."

Brian listened intently as Dustin forgot what he was going to say or decided to hold back something. Mikhail then asked about the recent Brotherhood encounter with SHIELD. Brian had been with Jacqueline minutes after the rest of the Brotherhood had arrived. He had heard what had happened and he immediately understood why Jacqueline had sent Brian away no matter how much he disagreed with her decision. Brian would have rather been there fighting next to his sister, but he knew that right now he did not have the physical expertise needed. He only would have been a hindrance. “Luckily I’d rather not hear about it.” Brian did not want to hear about anything that would cause unnecessary worrying considering the fact that Jacqueline was home safe. In Sanctuary safe.
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Dustin paused and seemingly attempted to discern the reason for Mikhail’s odd visual sweep of the room. If he had any inkling of the meaning he did not let on. The Russian felt no need to enlighten Dustin that he was looking for his less civilized friend. Upon not seeing the knife wielder he relaxed and was happy to see that Dustin spent at least some of his time in different company. Mikhail was convinced that unsavory people began to rub off on those around them. Even upstanding trustworthy people could be coaxed into making poor decisions by snakes. It would be a shame to see Dustin dragged down by the company he kept.

As Mikhail’s hand came in contact with Dustin’s shoulder the younger mutant tensed up. Again with the jumpiness... It was as if Westerners never hugged their family members and shirked in fear from even the slightest human contact. Dustin even went so far as to ask him not to do it again. Mikhail frowned slightly at the comment but gave a slight nod in the affirmative signaling understanding. It was a shame but there was probably no way that he was going to singularly conquer the pervasive dread that Americans had for being touched.

Dustin mentioned going by Toxin. Mikhail recognized it as a codename and figured that it had to do with this mutant’s particular expression of the x-gene. Poisonous to the touch perhaps... The thought occurred to Mikhail and he immediately began checking his facts. The young man was clothed nearly completely even gloves. Things began slipping into place. Perhaps he had been too quick to judge, Dustin’s dislike of human contact may have stemmed from the fact that he was dangerous to those who he came in contact with. He then considered Brian’s nickname, ‘Union Jack’. It was decidedly less informative unless Brian was extremely patriotic which implied military.

When Mikhail mentioned the attack at Murderworld his two comrades became eerily silent. Dustin mentioned in lowered tones that he didn’t want to talk about it. Brian’s reaction was even more curious claiming that he didn’t want to hear about it. Mikhail was confused for a second time. Perhaps Dustin is not proud of fighting for the Brotherhood? Either that or maybe the violence and bloodshed had profoundly affected the younger mutant. Brian was a little easier to explain Mikhail already had a vague understanding of his distaste for the methods of the Brotherhood. He wondered if the same followed for the blonde haired mutant’s sister or if she a more willing participant in the bloodshed that followed in Magneto’s wake.

“I do not mean to bring up unvelcome topic.” Mikhail explained after the poor reaction to his questioning. “Ve are all here from vork of Brotherhood. Perhaps vhat happen at Murderworld was how you say,” he stumbled over the words trying to remember the saying, “a necessary evil.” He completed the sentence with a curt nod to emphasize his point. “But I vonder vhat vill happen vhen SHIELD find Sanctuary.” He used the word ‘when’ because it was only a matter of time before Sanctuary was found maybe not for decades but it would happen. SHIELD would not be worried about collateral damage after what happened at Murderworld. If they knew Magneto was here the attack would be swift and long range and an underwater city although hard to find was vulnerable to attack.
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