Two Weeks Ago
Roger had always known he was getting old. Walking through the hallway and then riding up the elevator took longer than he normally expected and even after he sat down he could feel his heart thumping that much harder. While he sat the sound of people moving and shuffling could be heard throughout the building. In the heart of New York he currently occupied one of the best kept safe houses in the world for Mutants. As a normal human he was perhaps one of three in the world who knew of its existence. His reason for that was simple. He was a traitor.
At least that was what the government and the mutant crazy normal’s called him. Roger on the other hand had a very different view. He was not a traitor at all. Instead he was a man who could never stand behind the group that dragged his grandson from his home and shot him in the street because he was born with wings on his back. The mob style justice had been supposedly set down after his grandson failed to allow the government to implant a tracking device. The reality was the people with hate in their souls wanted blood and his grandson was the quickest path to it.
After that night Roger instantly began to formulate plans and ways to help the mutants of the world. As a full general of both wars in the Middle East he was one of the greatest minds when it came to modern warfare. It had taken over a year to fully earn mutants trust. Had it not been for some independent missions he ran with a select group of mutants he wasn’t sure they would have ever trusted him. When they did however he got right to work. He gave the mutant resistance targets, training programs, and even helped set up the world network with mutants who had transportation type super powers. He also helped them better understand the world’s government major plan of action and how they were likely to go about hunting them down.
Everyone on both sides of the war knows just how key Roger was to the Mutant Resistance and as such his location had become a high priority to protect. As such he was moved every few days all around the world. That would normally mean he would have moved three days ago from New York, but for a very important reason he could not leave the city. The door opened and a woman no older than 14 entered. She wore a common teenage outfit with jeans and a hoodie. She spoke while she walked. “The package is here.” Her words seemed excited. Like she found out her favorite band was going to be touring in the town.
Roger almost stood up, but felt his legs start to fail him as he did. “Then have it brought it to me as soon as possible. We must see it.” His legs were weak, but his voice was still very strong. In his tone was a commanding echo that had lead many men into the face of danger. He still had his silver tongue and on his death bed he knew it would be the very last thing to leave him. The girl left in a hurry and a few minutes later came back with a small group. With them they brought a Television and a DVD player. “Close the door and turn the light off. I want to see this myself.
“Roger they have gathered in the farm house.” The young man said. He had suddenly teleported behind the old general who had long since gotten used to his bodyguard appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. He simply nodded and with the help of his security guard and friend stood up and began to walk towards the farm house across the way. While they walked he asked about how the team looked. It had been a long time since he had seen any of the people he had called on.
“They look healthy. At least on the outside. As far as I have understood you are likely to see them as older. You say that about everyone you don’t see for awhile though. Still the farm house is still standing so no aggressive moves it would seem." The young man was as close to a grandson as Roger had gained this past five years and as such had raised him very much to be like him. It was never really on purpose, but it was impossible to stop himself from doing so. After all he was surrounded by young boys and girls who were being thrown into a violent world he wanted nothing to do with. His heart wouldn't let him stop, and he knew if he ever did it would only be after victory or defeat. Something he deep down never wanted to see. Mostly because one at this point meant the complete distruction of the other.
In the Farm House
Everyone is gathered in the living room and dining room area. There are old couches spread about and while the kitchen is visible it is small and somewhat cramped. There are some snacks laid out and outside the tense atmosphere it would be the likely picture of a group of friends making for a weekend getaway. Still they had all been contacted from their posts around the eastern coast of the United States and brought to this farm house under orders of General Roger. Most of your characters have met him and each other in the past. None have fought alongside the General. Your orders were very cryptic. Only given the message “Reassignment. Meet at the farm.” You have now all gathered and have been told to make yourself comfortable until the general meets with you.