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Overview: When new imformation realating to the attacks on Dawn and Lei, a group of students take it upon themselves to do some investigating at a local radio station...
The Main Characters:
Braeden - {Font color teal, played by Megabookworm22}
Bastian - {Font color glowing purple, played by Lemyri}
Quinn - {Font color glowing teal, played by Prof_snape1}
Gabrielle - {Font color deep pink, played by Amazonwarrior7}
Que - {Font color silver, played by Amazonwarrior7}
“Like it or not, I have information you need.”
The words stopped Gabrielle’s walk out of the kitchen abruptly. Though she hated to admit it, she knew Que was right. The only question was whether or not could he be trusted. Hadn’t he been instructed not to meddle in the Mutant vs. Human affairs? Thoughts of doubt circulated in Gabrielle’s mind, as she slowly turned around to face the man who was standing in the middle of the doorway.
“What is in it for you?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest. Though she had no reason to suspect Que of traitorous acts, Gabrielle was forever wary of the man…
“Oh please, this is insulting.” Que replied, now too, crossing his arms across his front, mimicking Gabrielle. “One would think you people would jump at the chance to hear some news. Especially when it comes to those who were more than likely responsible for what happened to your friends…” His words faded at the end, as if enticing the blonde to trust him.
“And in answer to your question, young lady,” Que continued, “Though I have been given orders to remain neutral, what happened to that girl…” He stopped, as if afraid to disclose anymore. “Let’s just say that the harming of children was never afore mentioned. Think of this as a once in a life-time form of assistance from Que.”
Minutes later, Gabrielle had managed to drain Que out of all the information he possessed, even of some of things he only -thought- he knew. The process was far from easy, not to mention time consuming. At the end of it all, neither one had strayed far their original location; Que had moved a few steps to his left, choosing to rest atop a coffee table rather than take a seat on the floor like Gabrielle had done.
“You’re coming with us,” She decreed, glancing around her surroundings, then finally allowing her eyes to fall back towards Que. “You know where to go better than I, or anyone else for that matter.”
“Don’t be foolish. I have no experience with team work.” Que explained, quickly jumping to his feet defensively, though he feared an argument with the disgruntled blonde was probably not the best course of action. “It’s hard to work in groups when you were once omnipotent. No, I have done my part. Now what happens next, is up to you all.”
Before Gabrielle could speak out in protest, Que’s signature bright light filled the corridor, and soon, the man had vanished.
“Damn him.” Gab griped, kicking at the corner of the wall with her foot, immediately regretting she did so a moment afterwards. “We don’t need him, never have before.” Her words were uncommonly loud, enough so that Que could hear them in case he was lingering about the area.
Once sure no toes were broken, Gabrielle couldn’t help but rant incoherently as she set out in search of someone who would -definitely- wish to know about recent happenings, and what impact they might have on the school’s current battle.
Braeden lay on his bed, listening to the local radio station play some of his favorite tunes. Since there was nothing else to do, he let his mind drift off into the music. Something startling caught his attention. Below his door he saw a bright light coming from the hall. Being of the curious sort, he turned down the radio and cracked open the door. He saw Gabrielle in the corridor. "What was that light?"
Gabrielle nodded, and gave a quick glance down the hall where Que had disappeared. “Yes, it was. No matter, it is gone now. Fortunately.” She replied, a slight chill in her voice, for she was still certain that Que was lurking nearby.
As she turned back around to face Braeden, she debated telling him what had been divulged to her earlier. After all, the last thing she wanted was to get someone else involved in what was happening between the Mutants and the Humans. But as it was, sooner or later, it would more than likely have an affect on everyone within the manor. “Tell me, what do you know about the local radio station, Braeden?”
Radio station? Why did Gabrielle want to know about the radio station? That seemed sort of odd to Braeden. "Well, it broadcasts from a studio about 10 or 15 minutes away. Why do you want to know?" First a mysterious light, and then Gab acting weird wanting to know about odd things... "I smell some action. Hooah!" Braeden did some faux kung fu moves but ended up punching his temple. "Ow!" Regaining his focus, he turned his attention back towards Gabrielle. "So what do we do now?"
Braeden’s rather odd, yet amusing display seemed to lighten the air a bit. Throwing her head back, Gabrielle laughed. “Yes, my friend. We have some investigating to do.” She replied, turning around and motioning for him to follow as she explained what Que had told her only minutes earlier.
“A source that shall remain nameless has discovered that subliminal messaging is being used to twist the minds of the public to favor humans.” She stated, laughing dryly before continuing. “As if the general outlook to mutants wasn’t bad enough - the propaganda has proved most detrimental, at time causing some riots to break out in protest.” Stopping at a hall window, Gabrielle’s gaze remained locked on the tall trees surrounding the school grounds, “I don’t know how important this is, but it’s a start at least. Perhaps we can find out exactly who is behind those messages.”
"Brilliant dedection!" His outburst sounded as if it was bordering on sarcasm, but her truly wasn't. He began thinking. "Wait, I listen to that station. Is the only reason I'm not anti-mutant because I am a mutant?" This made sense to the youngin. Since mutants were more evolved than their fellow humans, it was reasonable to deduce that their minds wouldn't fall prey to such tactics. He followed closely behind Gabrielle. "I know they way, if you want to go have a look see..."
Again, Gabrielle nodded. “That sounds like a good idea, but first, we need a way to get -in- to the radio station.” She replied, sighing softly. “Aside from the rioters out front, cameras cover all entrances, and numerous guards are posted throughout the area.”
Though be no means defeated, Gabrielle couldn’t help but rest her elbow on the window sill, and prop her head upon her hand. Things were so much more difficult than Dawn made them look. “I wish we could just blow the place up, then ask questions…”
Braeden wasn't quite a righteously charged as Gabriell, but she had a right to be. Several of the students, some extremely close friends, were all being hurt due to this hatred. "Violence won't stop violence, Gab. We need to find some peace." He hoped that his talking would stop the revenge from taking hold of her. "I'm sure we can find some hidden way in. Or maybe I can take out all the rioters long enough for us to get in. Either way, we can do this..." He placed his arm on her shoulder, both calming and supporting the blonde.
There was a time, not so long ago in fact, that Gabrielle would also preach the non-violence way of settling arguments. Tolerance was her guide, forgiveness a key weapon in her arsenal. All that changed when her friends had been attacked. It was gradual at first, little signs of anger and rash mindedness started showing when Lei, by no fault of his own was gunned down while shopping. But the greatest, and final straw that ended Gabrielle’s naive view on peace was when she watched her dearest friend Dawn fall victim to another horrid attack.
Although her own time for non-violence had passed, Gabrielle smiled when she saw that Braeden still had held on to it. With a nod of her head, she signaled that he might have a point - that blowing up the building would not have any real use to them… “You know, there probably are not any secret ways in…” She remarked, after thinking for a bit. “I guess we could dress as protestors, and weasel our way in…” Gabrielle paused, grinning as an idea began to form. “Or… “
Braeden, bestest pall,” Gabrielle grinned, sifting her gaze away from the night sky and back towards him, grin still spread wide across her face. “These people would probably jump at the chance to have a mutant in their sights, let alone in their very own station.” Tapping her finger idly against her chin, Gab thought a bit longer, letting the idea work itself out before she continued, “They would probably give a great amount of information to someone who brought in a mutant.”
That was all that was needed to get Gabrielle thinking. After taking to account each of their powers, ability to talk their way out of situations and other key elements, she finally snapped her fingers in the air, signaling that she had reached a decision. “You will act like a human, who has brought the radio station a mutant. And I, will be the bait.”
Now, before Braeden could argue, Gabrielle held a finger up to silence him. “They would never believe that a -girl- could subdue a male, a mutant male no less.” She explained, pacing up and down the width of the hallway. The more she thought about this plan, the more she liked it. “Besides, I can defend myself quite well with my power, and their attention will be focused away from you, so you are free to snoop through the file cabinets and such. Who knows, maybe you can convince one of the members there to tell you some inside details.”
Braeden was a little uncomfortable being put into such a position. Being surrounded my mutant haters wasn't exactly what he had planned on doing tonight. But the more he heard, the more he realized that it must be done. "Ok, but I have to tell you, I'm not good under pressure." He could feel knots tieing themselves in his gut. "And how do I explain the fact that I somehow caught a mutant?" His mind was spinning. Braeden became even more nervous. He wasn't a very good liar.
Stumbling out of his room, Bastian yawned widely and scratched his arm. Disheveled hair (nothing new in that) and wrinkled clothes (also nothing new), were attempted to be smoothed into obedience as he approached the figures of Braeden and Gab. Smiling sleepily, he blinked and put his hands into his pockets. “Hi guys, what’s happening?” A little slow on current events, Bastian had not a clue about the human/mutant problem that was so quickly arising.
Luckily for the both of them, Gabrielle had mentally been working out a plan for several minutes. Unluckily, explaining how someone could catch a mutant was not one topics she had silently mulled over. “Hm.” She muttered, again tapping her chin idly in thought. “Good point.”
Gabrielle remained silent for a few minutes, but the sound of someone else approaching snapped her to back to attentiveness. “Hey Bastain,” She replied, turning towards him. “Up for a little adventure?”
Bastian looked from Gab, to Braeden, and back to Gab, pondering the offer. Shrugging very slowly, he smiled. “Sure. What’re we goin’ for?” Now the boy isn’t as dim-witted as he seems, well mostly he isn’t. He just likes taking his time thinking things through. Absently he tried once again to straighten his clothes, smooth his ever-shaggy hair, and just look somewhat decent…he was able only to get some of the wrinkles out of the shirt.
Quinn waved bye to Koren and went to go find Gab.
At Bastian’s response, Gabrielle nodded, glad to have another student on their little quest. The more the better. With as much detail as she could muster, Gabrielle retold Bastian the story, and what they needed to do…
Finally, after seconds upon seconds of deliberation, Gabrielle snapped her finger into the air again, whirling back towards Braeden. “You both could be a Mutant Bounty hunters,” She remarked, still pacing a ways up and down the hall. “Simply say you guys had been tracking this one for awhile, caught it, and sedated it.” Gab finished with a shrug, knowing it might not be the best plan, but at the moment, it was the only one they really had…
Braeden's smile widened a little bit. "That's good. I think I will be able to work off that. And having an extra pair of eyes for snooping should be a real help." He hoped desperately that these mutant haters were dumb, which they probably were for not liking such likable people. "I just hope they have the info we need." He looked solemnly at Gab and Bastian. "You had better be a good actress too, Gab. Acting sedated won't be easy." He await quietly any other explainations Gab may have.
Nodding as Gab finished her explanation, a grin quickly spread across Bastian’s face. “We get to play bounty hunter then, eh? Fun fun,” he mused to himself. Pulling his hands from his pockets, he popped his knuckles rather loudly and formed the shape of a gun with his fingers. “Bam bam! You are so down!” He shrugged and continued to grin childishly. Glancing down to his wrinkled wear (it still bugged him) he raised an eyebrow at Gabrielle. “You think I should change?”
Quinn was walking down the hall when he saw Gab. "Hey, Koren left. She said that she will be safer away from here....it makes me sad. O.K., so, whats up?"
“I am a brilliant actress,” Gabrielle replied, a wide grin playing across her face. She knew Braden spoke the turth; that there would be no room for error on really anyone’s part. Especially hers, since she was to be bound and all. “If you all wish to change your clothing, now is the time to do so. I am off to gather some things we will need.”
|X| Thirty minutes later… |X|
With a plan in mind, Gabrielle was free to start making the necessary preparations. The next half hour or so was spent gathering supplies. When Gab returned to the others, a large, full box gave testament to her work. At the top of the pile, was some rope. Tossing the box onto the floor, she glanced to the group, and held her hands out in front of her. “I’m fit to be tied!” She laughed, knowing it would more than likely be the last chance she got to make any lame jokes for the remainder of the night.
Bastian had indeed run off to get changed, throwing around various pairs of jeans. “What the hell do bounty hunters wear anyways?” Deciding on a pair of loose, black jeans and a clean “Relax” t-shirt ((Frankie Goes to Hollywood)), Bastian was satisfied with the non-wrinkled condition of his clothes. Leaning against a wall in the room where they’d last met, he watched the doorway expectantly. As Gabrielle entered, he looked worriedly at the two of them. “So y’all are really up for this, right? Goin’ in there and actin’ and all? You know I could help out with distractions…my abilities –are- creating illusions…” he let his offer trail off, shrugging.
He did his best to fake a laugh, to lighten the heavy mood, but he had all he could do not to throw up. It was hard to him to believe that he was actually going through with it. He reached in and grabbed some of the rope. It was very course, making Braeden glad he wasn't the one getting tied up. "I really hope this goes well. There are so many chances for things to go wrong." He started with Gab's wrists. He pulled them behind her and pulled the rope taut over her skin. "Sorry if this hurts, but we have to make it convincing." He continued on, removing a bandana from the box and placed it around her neck. "We can put this in place later, in case there are any last minute instructions."
“Good idea, Bastian.” Gabrielle remarked, nodding in agreement with his offer. “We will probably need a distraction to get the rioters away from the front of the building when we get there. No telling what they might do.” Noticing the bandana being placed around her neck, she turned back towards Braeden.
“I am not being gagged, “ Gabrielle laughed, arching an eyebrow. “I think the appearance of a poor, unconscious blonde will appear benign enough without that.“ With a jab of her head, Gabrielle motioned towards the box, “In there, are com links that look like watches. Everyone needs to take one.” She paused for a moment, adjusting the feel of the ropes against her wrists. “Don’t use them unless you have to, try to remain as inconspicuous as possible…” Now she was just rambling, knowing that the students she was surrounded by knew what to do.
Quinn snuck up on the group, bored. "Can I come too? I can help!" He faded in and out of view, just to show he was fit for the job. I can..can..stand watch or something!"
Braeden's heart sank. He had always wanted to gag someone. It always looked so cool in the movies, but it made sense that a barely consious girl wouldn't be making too much noise. "That is a useful power. And, I don't really want to, but I can use mine if there are any guards, or we need to get out in a hurry. If there are only one or two people, it will be fine, but if I try to blast a bunch of people with vertigo, then you guys may get a little. It's just a warning." Braeden was sure to always caution people who would be around him when using his powers. "Cool, watches!" Braeden loved how sleek and sophisticated his watch looked. "I'm ready, I think. Anything else we need?"
Swallowing more worried comments, Bastian nodded and somberly took the com link, placing it around his wrist. After a minute of adjusting the device, he sighed and let his hands hang limply at his sides. He had volunteered for this; it was something he had to help out with for the good of the mutant population…perhaps. Trying to be light-hearted, he forced a grim smile back to his face. Besides, he –had- always wanted to play bounty hunter… “We ready?”
|X| Through the magic and wonder of that which is the world of fiction, our heroes arrive outside the Radio Station a few minutes later. |X|
Upon arrival of the radio station, Gabrielle gazed out of the automobile’s windows for a moment, before letting an audible sigh escape from her. As suspected, rioters littered the sidewalks, practically blocking the front entrance into the building. Even through the closed window, she could still make out the chants of the protesters, but did her best to block them out.
Leaning back in the seat, Gabrielle let her head hang to the side, giving the impression that she was heavily sedated. Not completely unconscious, for it would be harder for the group to get her -in- the station if she had to be carried. “Alright, Gabby is officially out. The floor is your all‘s. Bastain, on with the show.” With that, and a last incoherent grunt, she closed her eyes.
In truth, Gabrielle expected hardly any trouble. The radio station would be a low-level threat as it was, and with the aid of the skill, training, and the powers of the group of adventurers - one could only assume that the odds would be in their favor…
Gulping nervously at the sight of the crowds, Bastian glanced around the car at the others, keeping the forced smile on his face. Flashing a thumbs-up at Gab, he stepped out of the car as soon as it stopped, ready for most anything. Looking hurriedly over his shoulder, he retained a “cool guy” attitude in opening the door to Gab’s seat. ~Let’s just try and make it through this, Bastian buddy. Just keep your cool. ~ He almost laughed at himself. His eyes flickered briefly to Braeden. “Ready for this? Oh, and here,” his hands quickly worked to form the shape of a gun for each of them, Quinn included. “Just to be on the safe side…and they are solid, kinda.”
Quinn took it, glaring at it. It faded like him. ((anything he touches fades)) His eyes could see it, though. His eyes could pick up invisible sensors also. "O..K?"
Braeden stepped out of the car and slammed his door. He calmly walked over and opened the door for Gabrielle and pulled her out. "Be sure to be all wobbly and sorts." He leaned her onto his shoulder, carrying as much weight as possible, to make the capture look more realistic. "Clear those creeps out of the way, Bastian." Braeden wished he had a cool power like illusions. He figured he would make a giant elephant charge at all the protestors. Imagining all the screaming people made him laugh, but only a little.
“Right. Guns and clearing people.” He grins and claps his hands together, working up the shapes of exactly what Braeden had been thinking; an elephant ((no, no psychic)). He had to first form the outline, and then add color, and whatever else. It took him less than two minutes. Clapping his hands together again when he was finished, he allowed the creation to stamp its gigantic feet to get attention. As soon as people began to notice, they began to turn quickly away and run. With a flick of his hand, the animal went running between the great masses of people, of course no real trampling was involved. Sighing, he glanced back. “That alright?”
Quinn sofly walked, making sure he made no noise. He looked around. "I don't think this is a good idea, I will stay with the car. Call me on the watches if you have any problems." He sat in the passenger seat.
Even before the group of male adolescents approached the door, Jast could see them coming, for the rioters that had once blocked the view out of the front had cleared. Immediately, the short, robust man waddled to the door, and eyed the girl the three carried. “What can I do you for you all?” He asked, his voice coming through pants and some frequent wheezing. Jast, actually, had an idea as to why they were at the station, for they had not been the first. The question was merely a pleasantry. Already, the suit-wearing, sweaty man had waved them in, and motioned for another group of well dressed station workers to come to the front.
The workers obeyed, and went straight for the supposedly sedated Gabrielle. “We shall take her from here,” Jast called out towards Braeden, Bastian, and Quinn. “And have no fear, you shall be amply rewarded.” As those who carried the blonde disappeared around a corner, Jast took another step forward towards the group.
“As manager of this radio station, I thank you. As bounty hunters, you are doing everyone a favor.” With a wave of his chubby hand, he motioned for the guys to follow him towards his well-lit office. Leaving the door open, Jast moved to take a seat behind his desk, closing a few cabinet doors that read “Private” along their front. Upon being seated, dark brown eyes gazed at the gus from beneath thick, red glasses. “How much do you want? The standard is one hundred, but you brought a female. That’s half. But, I am open to negotiations.”
|X| At the other end of the Station… |X|
While the other three were busy chatting with the manager, Gabrielle was doing her best to remain absolutely silent as she was carried to, what she assumed was, a room in the back. This deduction came from realizing that the workers had walked quite a distance from the front of the station. Without opening her eyes to confirm her suspicions, it was the best she could do.
As the journey ended, Gabrielle found herself being thrown unceremoniously onto a cold, hard floor, and did her best to keep from yelping. Or lashing out at those who had thrown her.
“Grab the collar, before she wakes up.” One of them ordered, the sound of which made Gabrielle cringe iwardly. She had heard of the power-restricting devices before, but never thought they would ever make it into small, insignificant places such a local radio station.
Hurry up, guys...
|X| Back to the action! |X|
"Now you see, sir, we are top of the line hunters. This one was a strong one. Even if she is a girl, or rates start at $200. But even so, we are after something else. Whatcha got in there?" Braeden motioned his head toward the filing cabinets behind the man's desk. Before the husky fellow could move, Braeden unleashed his power onto the man. Braeden heard a thud as the man hit the ground. He worried that he might choke on his vomit, but that was a chance he was willing to take. "Ok, lets see what he's go in these cabinets. Take everything you can, then we go grab Gab." He had never been in any sort of leadership position before, and he liked it.
Female! Half! My God, the man was talking about Gabby like she was some kind of animal. Swallowing the retorts that rose in his throat, Bastian glanced to Braeden. Thank the heavens he’d knocked fat man out, because he was tempted to do it himself before. Popping his knuckles again, Bastian shut the office door and created the illusion that they were all still happily negotiating, just in case some guards happened upon them. Sprinting to the cabinets, he began tearing open drawers and taking out things that looked even remotely interesting.
Heading directly toward the biggest, most lock-laden cabinets, Braden smashed the locks, slid open the drawers, and just began dumping all the papers into the backpack. "Dawn can go through them later. I just hope there is something useful. Hurry up, we need to get to Gab as fast as we can. I don't have a good feeling about whats happening with her." He began to shovel the papers furiously into the backpack. "Faster! Faster! I don't want to be here one second longer than necessary."
As Gabrielle listened to footsteps nearing her, she knew she couldn’t allow a collar to be placed on her. Her power was of the utmost importance at the moment. Still, she remained silent until the footsteps had stopped. That was the moment the supposedly sedated blonde awoke, and kicked the device away from her. Hastily grabbing her watch, she gave the signal for the others to speed the process along.
Once on her feet, Gabrielle cocked her head to the side, eyeing the men in the room. Such brave people they were, treating mutants as cargo or some sort of experiment. Anger ensued inside Gabrielle, as she lashed out with all the fury she possessed, though her hands were still bound. Soon, the room was a light show, a bright blue glow flooded through the windows to the outside hall.
Being of the impatient sort, Braeden zipped up his bag, having left the cabinets barren, and headed towards the door. "Once you are done, head out back. Hopefully I will have Gab safe and sound by then." Swiftly, the teen ran back through the door and outside.
Jogging in the night air, Braeden heard his watch sound. His heart dropped. That could only mean one thing. Since Bastian was safe in the office, and Quinn was safe in the car, Gabrielle was the only one in danger. He ran as fast as he could. Just as he reached the door and was about to open it, it blasted off its hinges, nearly hitting the boy. "Go Gab!" Cautiously entering the room he looked around.
To say Gabrielle was having fun would be a bit extreme. Extreme, but true. Aside from the fact that the radio station and it’s workers were getting what they deserved, Gabrielle loved using her powers, and had not been able to do so in quite awhile. But soon, all the men in the room had been knocked unconscious, leaving nothing, nor anyone for that matter for Gabrielle to blast. “Hm, dang it.”
Seeing the door fly open, Gab spun around, almost ready to blast the one who had entered before realizing it was Braeden. “Boy am I glad to see you.” She grinned, walking towards the him and the hallway. A quick glance to the left, though by accident, was a lucky move. Even more station workers were heading down the corridor, each carrying some form of a weapon. “Alright Braeden do your mind stuff!” Gabrielle yelled, trying to free her hands.
"I'd watch it if I were you!" He yelled towards Gab. The last thing he needed was a drooling, vomiting Gabrielle to carry home. He did his best to focus on the men heading towards him. He loosed his power in their direction. Then he watched as each of them fell and began writing on the ground. "Phew... That was close." He ran over to Gabrielle and tried to help her get the ropes off. "Are you okay?" He fumbled with the rope. "Bastian is fine. He should be back out at the car by now and out of harms way. We had best be doing the same."
Smashing open one last cabinet, Bastian surveyed the room quickly, trying to make sure he had everything. A strange noise sounded at his wrist, and he shoved the rest of the papers into a bag, staring at the watch. “Oh! It’s Gab!” He’d almost forgotten about the small device. Again giving the room a good look, making sure not to miss anything, Bastian rushed out the office door, making for the car. Suddenly he did a u-turn in the hall, rushing back into the office near the over-turned desk. Looking around as if he’d lost something, he “accidentally” stepped on Jast’s face, crushing his glasses in the process. “Aw, did I do that…hmm, too bad!” He grinned jeeringly into the unconscious man’s face and raced out the door, back to looking anxiously for Braeden and Gabrielle.
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After searching for a mere five minutes, Bastian heard what was unmistakably fighting. Speeding up slightly, he arrived in the very same corridor at the very moment when about three workers were preparing to do battle with Braeden and Gab. Unable to slow down in time, Bastian slammed right into the three, leaving about five more to glare down at him. “Whoops…” He shielded himself with a quick illusion of suddenly not being there, and raced to the room containing his friends. Panting, he leaned against a wall, feeling the toll his powers were taking on him as well as his physical effort.
Gabrielle nodded, quite thrilled that she was indeed not drooling and vomiting at the moment. In fact, she had taken measures to avoid being affected by Braeden’s blast before he had done so. Thankfully, a slight head ache was the only side affect she could feel, but judging from the crumpled bodies on the floor, the others couldn’t say the same.
‘Good work,” Gabrielle remarked, nodding her head approvingly as she finally, with Braeden’s help, was freed from the rope. “I hope you two found what we needed, ‘cause we best be going now.” Even as she spoke, she was already picking herself off of the ground, and began making movements towards the car, motioning for Bastian and Braeden to follow.
|X| Again, the group of mutants return the manor, and leave the files on Dawn’s desk. What is contained in them, only time will tell… |X|
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