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Charlie Farrier
Location: Stark Tower
Charlie looked at Mary incredulously, surprised at her outburst. He understood they were all under a lot of pressure, but she was supposed to be their leader! Acting like this was the last thing anyone needed right now, and as she ordered him to be quiet, he felt his temper flaring up.
"Don't talk to me like that!" He snapped in response, getting to his feet. "Look, I get that this situation is bad and everyone is feeling pretty tense, but that's exactly why we should take any help we can get. I don't give a damn if they're 'technically' retired! We've got the US government hunting us down and trying to kill us!" From what he could see, Mary's hesitance to accept outside help felt more like a childish "I-can-do-it-by-myself" vibe than an actual issue in finding these people are convincing them to help. He highly doubted that if they approached Gambit or Jean or Cyclops about this that they'd turn them away - their lives were at risk too. Every mutant's was.
After this, everyone else seemed to have their own outburst too. Sara piped up in a colourfully blunt manner that Charlie gathered was typical for her, and was a manner that was growing on him too. Allison rejoined their party, seemingly recovered to his relief, and echoed Sara's thoughts that Charlie was finding himself agreeing with. They couldn't attack them head on, it would just make things worse. Especially without any of the back-up he'd already suggested they try to find. Dean mentioned something about the original X-Men being too old to fight, but Guin beat Charlie to the punch in terms of correcting that. Age didn't really matter when it came to fighting potential extinction anyway. He only thought things should calm down a bit when Folly delivered a pretty crushing blow to Allison about her future. Stepping forwards, Charlie raised his hands in a hopefully placating way.
"Woah, look, everyone just needs to calm down." Looking to Allison to see how she was taking the news of her impending death, and then back to Folly with a shake of the head. "First of all: Dick move. You telling people they're gonna die isn't exactly helping the situation. You came all the way back here to try and prevent things getting worse, so maybe don't start pulling shit like that. We don't need to make enemies of each other, not with those guys out there."
Charlie now looked uncomfortably to Guin as she suggested her plan. It was one of the best ones offered so far, but still, extremely dangerous. She was his friend, and the thought of something happening to her - or to any of them - sent slivers of icy fear into his heart. "What if they have something that can prove you're a mutant? Some kind of test, or scanning system? You could be walking into a death trap." Shrugging his shoulders, Charlie wracked his brain, trying to think of something else. "Maybe we could send in an actual human instead? Someone who could let you and some others in from the outside so that you can do the rest of your plan?"
Nina van Essenhout
Location: Stark Tower
Overhearing Bruce and Lance's conversation as she worked on Hank's wounds, Nina pondered their relationship. She didn't know their background to know what problems they had, but they certainly didn't click well. Bruce seemed timid and Lance seemed bratty. "Still, there's always two sides to a story. None of my business anyway." Nina told herself, swabbing a stomach laceration down with antiseptic before beginning to stitch it together. Noticing that Lance wanted to get away from his Dad, Nina allowed him to help her out with Beast, her finishing off the stitches while Lance began a blood transfusion. They worked in silence, but that seemed best for him - Nina didn't think he wanted small talk to break the tension in the air.
Once Hank was stitched, bandaged, and happily knocked out and comfortable on some strong pain meds, Nina stepped back with a sigh, looking at the others. Thalia was being tended to, and Allison was already getting to her feet. Just as she was about to follow her into the next room, Nina took note of the blood still staining her hands. Dried streaks of it were covering her clothes and face too, evidence of Thalia's sacrifice. Nina only hoped that the woman would pull through.
Finding a sink and washing her hands thoroughly, Nina considered what her next step would be. If OMEN had this much power to pull a move like this, she could only assume that S.H.I.E.L.D was compromised too. Cassandra might be safe going back, but herself? She was a known mutant, and she doubted Jakobsen would let any mutants working for the government to slip through his fingers. Staying with the kids would be the best bet now, especially if she could provide some kind of protection for them. Finishing cleaning the blood from her body the best she could (And deciding a clean shirt could wait until later), Nina finally rejoined the majority of the others, frowning slightly as she measured the tension in the room. Tempers were beginning to flare, but catching the last few words of Guin and Charlie, Nina focused on them.
"He's got a point. We don't know what safeguards they've got in place against mutants already, but taking them down quietly like this is probably our best bet." Nina said as Charlie finished, looking to Guin. "But we may not have the time or people available to do it any other way. Perhaps you could do something that would garner enough trust for him to not even suspect you of being a mutant? Maybe bring in a "prisoner"?" Of course, the risk of immediate death would be present for said prisoner, unless OMEN were interested in interrogation or experimentation. The latter seemed more likely, on the understanding that one mutant may know where dozens more were hiding.
"I could go with you, if you wanted. If anything I can act as a bit of protection - better I die than you." The two never saw eye to eye and Nina considered Guin to be quite the brat. But she still held her life above her own. It would be foolish not to.
