John had awoken in a small room in the Spanish villa. He quickly dressed and walked to the briefing room where he saw the other metahumans. John had arrived in Spain last month and had been working there with his group of rebels until the Allies showed up. They had been attacking Axis ships and bases. A lot of good men had died, but the Allies now had a foot in Europe's door. They weren't going down without a fight. It seemed that John's acts of rebellion in London had spread outside and his help in the weakening of the Nazis hold in Europe had earned him his own room. It was nice to sleep in a real bed for once. John took a seat in the briefing room and looked around at the people he'd be fighting alongside.