It was Possiblilty City, the most prosperous city in the world. 2.4 million
people lived in it. Since the age of the great war. The Mutants vs The
Humans, a peace treaty was made in the ladder months of 2165. The
population of the earth, tottaly wiped out, but now the earth was finally
on the up and up again. The war left alot of sour tastes in peoples mouths,
but many Mutants wanted to show the world that they were worth the trust
that was broken in the war. Possibility City was named such, as a safe
place where Mutants and Huams co exist peacefully. In countries in Africa
and Europe was dominated by Anti - Mutant organizations and Countries in
North America and South America were flooded with Pro Mutant organizations.
The tention you could cut with a knife.
In the small town of Dodge, in northeastern Canada. A small vigillante group of Mutants worked together, to keep the country safe.They were called James Cain, the teams leader, code named Varnet. Walked into the main meeting room with a newspaper. A circular table was in the room, with 5 seats, for the teams five members. Rayvin Mitchels, the cool, collected Ninja, sat at one of the seats. His code name is Blood Raven, Another seat was occupied by the team Brute, Kevin Yates, code named Rage.
"The news today, anyone been watching it?" James announced.
Rayvin looked up. "Yes, the third dissapearance of a Team Mutant X member in as many weeks."
James nodded. Looking around, he sat down. "There are only two members left, and if this is going in a pattern like I think it is, Its not going to be very long before the entire Team Mutant X has dissapeared."
Kevin chuckled with a laugh. "Well what the hell are we so worried about? Its teams like us, that do all the ass busting to get jobs done. And Team Mutant X just reaps the benifets."
A Redhead stood in the doorway, the 4th member of the team. Jennifer McNaulty, code named Citadel. She smiled. "Whats got all you boys all tied up in a knot. Hmm If you ask me, I say we should get outa this wintery hell and go someplace warm to do all this superhero stuff. Like, Hawaii."
James looked to Jennifer with a smirk. "Its warm sure, but its also a nuclear testing ground. I dont really want to have to deal with growing a third arm."
Jennifer chuckled. "You deal with the third leg just fine, whats wrong with another arm?"ti
Rayvin looked to the group. "Okay, so what are we going to do about this. God knows what chaos will erupt if Team Mutant X dissapears entirely. We need to prepare for something like that."
James nodded. "I understand that. Thats why we're preparing, keeping aware. Im fairly certain that if TMX was eliminated. Possibility City would be the first target for all those Anti - Mutant terrorist groups.."
Jennifer nodded. "Why dont we get someone into Possibility City? Check things out first hand."
James nodded "Two and a half steps ahead of you Jen, We have Duane in the city, he's going to give us a full progress report, also talk with his friend from TMX, he knows people, he'll get us info."
Kevin looked up. "You trusted Duane on a mission? Remember last time you sent him off on assignment."
James nods "He will not be a worry."
That leads us to our 5th member. Duane Bannts, code named Kindred Sat in a bar in Possibility City. The bar called "The Lucky Rabits Foot" Was just a small town bar, hard to find those in the big city, everythings a classy night club or a sports bar, not easy to find your little neighbourhood pub. He sat at the bar counter, talking with a woman.
"Im a mutant ya know. Yep, I can see in slow motion, heh, its helpful for when you're dodging bullets. People get picky when you are walking around with these."
The woman looks to the two .45 Colts in backpack style side holsters, under his court. Half the bar raises, revealing shotguns, rifels or pistols. A redneck in a "Tommy Trucking" hat walks up.
"You just be sayin you wuz a mutant?"
Duane chuckled in his seat, looking to the woman he was talking with. "Excuse me for a second..." He stood up, easily shorter than the man, Duane was no small man at 6'3" 245 pounds. The guy however easily stood 6'8" and was atleast 300 pounds of muscle. "Always the farmers that gotta be hastling me isnt it? Put your shotgun away, and we'll settle this like civilized human beings?"
The farmer scoffed and looked. "I aint no, civilized human being, atleast not around no stinkin mutant. I wont be standin to see no mutant freak in the same bar that im in!"
Duane laughed at the man, drawing a gun and pointing it at the farmers face. "Let me tell you something, you and all your hick friends, I could shoot you, all them, the bartender, kiss this beautiful woman i've been talking to for the last 20 minutes, then roll over that table behind you and leave, without a single bullet hole in me." He chuckled. "Or I could just do this..."
He put his gun back in his holster, and with his free hand, punched the Farmer right in the face with all the strength he could muster, pretty strong for a guy who's the pinnacle of human capability. The Farmer fell back and landed on the table, breaking it and going through it. He chuckled and took his stool back, the silent bar's chatter picked up and the other farmers put their guns away.
Duane just looked at the woman. "Hicks, cant talk with em too sensible, or they get angry."
Back in Dodge the other four members of the team sat. Deciding what to do. They sat in seemingly a meeting. James twirled a pen in his fingers
In the small town of Dodge, in northeastern Canada. A small vigillante group of Mutants worked together, to keep the country safe.They were called James Cain, the teams leader, code named Varnet. Walked into the main meeting room with a newspaper. A circular table was in the room, with 5 seats, for the teams five members. Rayvin Mitchels, the cool, collected Ninja, sat at one of the seats. His code name is Blood Raven, Another seat was occupied by the team Brute, Kevin Yates, code named Rage.
"The news today, anyone been watching it?" James announced.
Rayvin looked up. "Yes, the third dissapearance of a Team Mutant X member in as many weeks."
James nodded. Looking around, he sat down. "There are only two members left, and if this is going in a pattern like I think it is, Its not going to be very long before the entire Team Mutant X has dissapeared."
Kevin chuckled with a laugh. "Well what the hell are we so worried about? Its teams like us, that do all the ass busting to get jobs done. And Team Mutant X just reaps the benifets."
A Redhead stood in the doorway, the 4th member of the team. Jennifer McNaulty, code named Citadel. She smiled. "Whats got all you boys all tied up in a knot. Hmm If you ask me, I say we should get outa this wintery hell and go someplace warm to do all this superhero stuff. Like, Hawaii."
James looked to Jennifer with a smirk. "Its warm sure, but its also a nuclear testing ground. I dont really want to have to deal with growing a third arm."
Jennifer chuckled. "You deal with the third leg just fine, whats wrong with another arm?"ti
Rayvin looked to the group. "Okay, so what are we going to do about this. God knows what chaos will erupt if Team Mutant X dissapears entirely. We need to prepare for something like that."
James nodded. "I understand that. Thats why we're preparing, keeping aware. Im fairly certain that if TMX was eliminated. Possibility City would be the first target for all those Anti - Mutant terrorist groups.."
Jennifer nodded. "Why dont we get someone into Possibility City? Check things out first hand."
James nodded "Two and a half steps ahead of you Jen, We have Duane in the city, he's going to give us a full progress report, also talk with his friend from TMX, he knows people, he'll get us info."
Kevin looked up. "You trusted Duane on a mission? Remember last time you sent him off on assignment."
James nods "He will not be a worry."
That leads us to our 5th member. Duane Bannts, code named Kindred Sat in a bar in Possibility City. The bar called "The Lucky Rabits Foot" Was just a small town bar, hard to find those in the big city, everythings a classy night club or a sports bar, not easy to find your little neighbourhood pub. He sat at the bar counter, talking with a woman.
"Im a mutant ya know. Yep, I can see in slow motion, heh, its helpful for when you're dodging bullets. People get picky when you are walking around with these."
The woman looks to the two .45 Colts in backpack style side holsters, under his court. Half the bar raises, revealing shotguns, rifels or pistols. A redneck in a "Tommy Trucking" hat walks up.
"You just be sayin you wuz a mutant?"
Duane chuckled in his seat, looking to the woman he was talking with. "Excuse me for a second..." He stood up, easily shorter than the man, Duane was no small man at 6'3" 245 pounds. The guy however easily stood 6'8" and was atleast 300 pounds of muscle. "Always the farmers that gotta be hastling me isnt it? Put your shotgun away, and we'll settle this like civilized human beings?"
The farmer scoffed and looked. "I aint no, civilized human being, atleast not around no stinkin mutant. I wont be standin to see no mutant freak in the same bar that im in!"
Duane laughed at the man, drawing a gun and pointing it at the farmers face. "Let me tell you something, you and all your hick friends, I could shoot you, all them, the bartender, kiss this beautiful woman i've been talking to for the last 20 minutes, then roll over that table behind you and leave, without a single bullet hole in me." He chuckled. "Or I could just do this..."
He put his gun back in his holster, and with his free hand, punched the Farmer right in the face with all the strength he could muster, pretty strong for a guy who's the pinnacle of human capability. The Farmer fell back and landed on the table, breaking it and going through it. He chuckled and took his stool back, the silent bar's chatter picked up and the other farmers put their guns away.
Duane just looked at the woman. "Hicks, cant talk with em too sensible, or they get angry."
Back in Dodge the other four members of the team sat. Deciding what to do. They sat in seemingly a meeting. James twirled a pen in his fingers