OOC: My (late) christmas gift to you:
For the past two months, it had been hard, and busy work for Molotov, agent of SHIELD. He had been assigned to a joint operation between SHIELD and other authorities to complete a project the enforcers were unable to deal with.
The capture, and containment of criminal mutants.
As so there he was, sitting in one of the offices of the current facility for the capture and containment of mutants. The Cube.
In its past life, it had been a containment and research center for gamma-enhanced humans. Molotov, with the aid of SHIELD scientists, and designers (much to his distaste. Why would you need designers for a prison?), had repaired The Cube and brought it back to operational status. While Molotov was not listed as the commander of the whole operation, he sometimes acted as such.
The Cube's first problems was the containment and treatment of a group of former Weapon-X soldiers who had been captured after the base's destruction. Capturing the enhanced human's hadn't been much of a problem, the real problem was their containment. Molotov, and the superiors whom he often worked with in keeping The Cube operational, were committed to having a humane environment for the people they captured. It was a good thing that they also had found several designs for power-controlling collars from the... Suppliers of Weapon-X.
After the solution had been found, and achieved, Molotov had moved on to The Cube's next task. Capturing more criminal mutants. As much as he disliked becoming the thing he feared when he was younger, and hadn't learned control over his powers yet, he also acknowledged that for some of the mutants he had been hunting, their previous options was containment, death, or by luck, joining up with groups such as McCoy's students or the Brotherhood.
Which lead him to his current task, sorting through files of McCoy's students. The Brotherhood was being dealt with, which took care of half of Molotov's job for him. On normal circumstances, he wouldn't be looking into McCoy's students. Back when he was younger, when the original X-Men were around, there weren't such problems such as the X-Men being revealed to be murderers working with the Brotherhood. The Second broadcast that night had been a particular problem, and spurred Molotov to look through the files that had contained information about McCoy's original student body, and the recent additions to his institute.
Of all the information in said files, only two students were recorded criminals. A Sister and Brother, the sister is nineteen, the brother sixteen. Both escaped felons, both unregistered mutants. It didn't take very long to get the proper team set up to retrive the two of them. As Molotov got in jeep that said team was using for their convoy, he looked over what few documents there were on the two siblings. While he would prefer a more diplomatic approach, he knew that with these two, it wouldn't be so simple.
Absorbing Mutants, Molotov thought, already prepared for some of the worst possible scenarios, This isn't going to be fun.
IC: Warren Russell:
Warren dreams, if he could ever call them that, were confused and jumbled. Often he didn't dream as much as he saw glimmers of what's happened, and what might happen. He was pretty sure that wasn't related to the recent power problem he'd developed. Or maybe, that was just part of the dream. It was a dream, he didn't really care. He was at peace.
Then, that peace shattered. His dream, pointless as it was, was invaded by an malevolent force. She twisted his mind, saying words, words that he couldn't process but still he could hear. They sounded evil, like she was trying to get him to do something foul, something that he himself would never had done on normal circumstances. The urge to destroy, to kill anything that he could reach with his new-found powers...
Then it was gone again, and all was right...
Rapture removed her hand from Warren's face, mildly discomforted at the small jolt of electricity that had run through her upon contact with him.
"Dear, so kindly help clean up the mess we made coming in," She said, and the Asgardian that stood behind her, dressed in normal human attire, started to head out and began to clean up the broken chair and glass that was strewn on the floor outside of Warren's room, "Then find a place in the house to sleep on, we need to make sure Beasty takes the bait."
OOC: Merry Christmas. I've been waiting to do this for so long...