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[img]https://i.imgur.com/GjazZAE.png[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Andromedai][hr][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]EARTH 257 - 10:20 AM Nov. 13th, 2021 - Metro, the Iron[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	"That's more like it," Hayward commented, seeing how everyone had more or less stood down. "Let's wrap this up, boys." She then twirled a finger and the remaining members of the Iron Legion fired a series of darts, each member of the Secret Warriors getting hit by one, and the next thing they would know, darkness had claimed them as they fell unconscious.	[hr][center][h3][color=84B4E2][b]EARTH 257 - 4:00 AM Nov. 14th, 2021 - S.W.O.R.D. HQ, the Iron[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=84B4E2][b][i]Interrogation Room A1 - Oliver, Niah, Bonnie, Celestine -[/i][/b][/color]

	It was difficult to tell how much time had passed. When Bonnie opened her eyes, the world looked like it was swirling in front of her, the faces of her companions almost entirely distorted. She was a bit shocked to see that Celestine wasn't in her armor. In fact, no one was in the clothing they had on earlier - they were all dressed in bright orange prison garb. The main difference from traditional prison wear was that they all had collars clamped around their throats, with soft glowing red lights. 

	Bonnie then realized that she was seated, handcuffed to a long, pristine table in front of her. The table glowed softly, like it was some sort of touch screen - a gigantic iPad made into furniture. [color=f6989d]"What happened?"[/color] Bonnie asked softly, her ears ringing slightly. [color=f6989d]"Is everyone okay?"[/color] Her mind was groggy, but she knew the answer to her first question before she even asked it. They had lost. They had been captured. The odds of them apprehending Doom and Luminous were growing ever smaller by the minute. How long had they been here?

	Suddenly, then, she had an influx of memories, as something [i]rewrote her mind[/i]. Her head was pounding ever so slightly as the memories played through her head. She was at her private school in the Iron, learning that her parents had been killed in a terrorist attack committed by the X-Men. They had died screaming, pleading, begging for their lives. She was an orphan now, a ward of the state. But... how could that be true? How could she remember that? She had talked to her parents on the phone last week and they were fine - but she could remember so clearly seeing their bodies at the funeral, crying as she was taken to the state home for wayward girls. 

[color=84B4E2][b][i]Interrogation Room B9 - Sparky, Cass, Amelia -[/i][/b][/color]

	[color=FFB795]"Crikey... I feel like I had one too many..."[/color] Amelia murmured, as she came to. Strangely, she felt incredibly heavy - as if someone had increased the pull gravity held on her. It took her a moment to come to the startling realization that she hadn't felt like this since before the entire terrigen bomb thing, where she had been reborn as an inhuman. She instantly started to stand up, only to realize she was handcuffed to the table and her feet - as if by some weird precaution - had additional weights strapped to them. Around her neck was an odd collar and she was wearing a ghastly orange jumpsuit. 

	Sparky still had Niah's leg inside of her, keeping her alive. 

	Amelia blinked and some of her memories were rewritten too. Rather than teenage years spent in Australia, she suddenly remembered growing up in the Blue. She had perfect recall of just showing up to school on days that suited her, goofing off and flying her plane erratically on days that she didn't. She had never felt so free, not even needing a license in order to fly. She remembered emerging from her cocoon after exposing herself to terrigen mist and finding she could fly unaided, soaring high through the sky. Amelia's eyes were shining as she recalled it all, she didn't care that it didn't make sense with the rest of what she knew, all she cared about was the feeling of what it was like to soar through the air under her own inhuman power. 

[color=84B4E2][b][i]Interrogation Room Z11 - Matt, Maria, Raynor, Flynn -[/i][/b][/color]

	Raynor's eyes snapped open. His mouth felt swollen and numb, probably due to the paralytic that the Iron Legion had given him. He quickly whipped his head around, trying to find Sparky in the room, and he didn't know if he should be relieved or not that she was gone. Maybe she had escaped. That would've been for the best - he shuddered to think about what the Iron Legion and SWORD would do to her, they [i]had[/i] to know who she really was by now... 

	[color=d86615]"COME IN HERE AND FACE ME LIKE A FUCKING MAN!"[/color] Raynor shouted, certain that their jailers were hiding just out of sight. He was struggling against the handcuffs and the chains, only to suddenly be zapped from an electric discharge from the power dampening collar, forcing him to stop - at least for the moment. His eyes narrowed spotting Matt next to him. [color=d86615]"When we get out of here, we're fighting. Be ready for that."[/color] He fully wanted to pummel Matt for firing that stray bullet that had nearly killed Sparky. But that would have to wait. He struggled again against his bonds, receiving another shock.