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Allison laughs. "It's not for them, they just get you there. Fight for that goal and you will be human again. My goal is to kill all those who started this and took my life away. What do you want?"
 
"I..I want to have a family of my own... And I want to save Luna..."He said between breathes, still calming himself down. "I know she will never forgive me for what I have done, nor do I know if I can give her back a human form... but I can try until my last breath.." He looked at her with strong, determined eyes.
 
Allison looked into Allen's eyes and saw his determination. "Good, you want to fight for something now. Now get off me before I break something, you aren't my type and I don't go on bottom anyway." Allison said, cracking a joke for one of the first times Allen has ever heard.
 
He'd helped some of the victims, saved others. And Maeda was constantly working, constantly helping with new treatments and ideas on mitochondria. Xavier respected him. With Maeda's knowledge, he could help people. Liked he helped Allison and Allen. Xavier was doing the best he could to deal with the hand he'd been dealt in life. And his enemies had just been dealt a pair of deuces.
 
He turned to look at Volke once more. "Sorry for snapping at you about killing being in your nature... That was unfair of me." He stated, meeting her eyes. "I can be a complete moron at times"
 
Volke just turns away. Unable to look at Allen with HIS teary, Ice Blue eyes. They were so caught up that they hadn't even noticed the puff of smoke that came from his body. For a moment, he was back in The Training, killing people he had grown up with, trained with, endured with, "..... It's nothing," he lied. (Bluff 13, if needed)
 
(diplomacy 20, and 26(need to do my math right) sense motive)
Allen just stared and looked at 'her' for a moment, then sighed. "Hey, don't lie, it isn't healthy.." He sighed and put a hand on Volke's shoulder.
 
Xavier was curious if the others were alright, emotionally. Allen and Allison had been a little off since the plane ride. They might not have noticed, but they were his team, and he tried to notice those things. They both had issues in their pasts. As for Volke... He wasn't sure how he was emotionally. At all. The guy pretty much kept them locked behind a steel door of Training, as Volke always put it. You could hear the capital T.
 
(sense motive of 3.... Allison, why are you so clueless now?)

Allison took Volke at her word. She stood up and dusted her jacket off.
 
Volke grabbed Allen's hand, moving it off 'her' shoulder with painful force. 'Her' head turned to reveal a single, enraged, ice blue eye. When 'she' spoke, 'her' voice was just as frosty. "I told you before...! Don't-" hurt with, laughed with, bled with, cried with... in that hidden place, the dark room, "touch me," 'she' finished, voice and gaze softening as 'she' released Allan's hand.
 
Xavier stopped for a moment as an emergency team rushed by with a patient. He noticed that there was still some damages. From that night... Nothing that was dangerous, but it seemed the hospital was putting more effort into patients than looks. Nice to know. Speaking of damages, maybe he should show them... The Statue of Liberty. Most people who didn't live in Manhattan knew, but it had been damaged. He couldn't tell them about that day, New Year's Eve, when Aya and Eve fought for the unknowing lives of the world on the Statue. About the following night, when he'd watched from a helicopter, with horrified awe, as Aya then pushed herself to the ragged edge against the Ultimate Being... Eve's child. How helpless he felt watching as Aya fought something that destroyed half a dozen jet fighters with a wave of it's hand... And held her own. Everybody who'd seen that fight on the Nimitz, the Navy's latest supercarrier, was given a silence order by the President. New Year's Day, a day etched in his mind forever, a day he could never tell his team.
 
Xavier finally reached the others. Allison was dusting off, while Allen and Volke were talking. And was that... Huh. Allen must've accidentally triggered something in Volke. At least Allison looked better. Whatever had been weighing on her mind was taken care of. Good. She'd been reminding him of when they'd first met, when he'd been assigned a heavy weapon specialist, after...

(Backstory Mission)

Xavier glanced through the file one more time before his new subordinate came into debriefing. Allison York. Former marine recruit, military infantry before that. Noted to be gifted with explosives. He had worked alone when hunting NMCs, but after that last one... A knock on the door. Punctual, nice to have. "Come in."
 
(Backstory Mission)

Allison opened the door and stepped into the office. She was wearing what looked like her MCCUUs from the military. The first thing that Xavier would notice is the scarring along the side of her face. She stood at attention in his office. "Agent York reporting as requested sir." She stated simply. Her entire stance and attitude was simply professional and tense.
 
Xavier nods. "Please sit down. I'd like to go over some things before we start. And they're likely to be painful, emotionally. But I don't have time to beat around the bush. We've a flight in 4 hours into an NMC hotspot, so I'll need to cover things as quickly as possible. Now, you've had an encounter with an NMC before, right?"
 
"That is... correct sir." She said, her voice hitching for a moment then returning to her business like tone. "I have encountered the hostiles known as NMC before sir. It was why I was transferred to your department under your orders."
 
Xavier nods. "Now, have you noticed any changes since then? Sometimes Neo-Mitochondria are benign, or harmless." He thought of his own, and the memories that came with it.
 
(Sense Motive 27)
Xavier sighs. "You're lying. Please don't do it again. You're not the only one. Now, if it can be used in the field, please tell me."
 
"I prefer not to sir. But I can make volatile material explode at a distance. It brings intense pain however." She said, looking slight abashed for having been caught in her lie.
 
Xavier nods. "That's fine. I prefer not to use my own." Offering knowledge of his own to put her at ease. "Now, the hotspot is generally rat NMCs. Which means alot of enemies. But sometimes there's big one's. So, in general, use a machinegun there. But have something heavier on hand. Now, do you have any special equipment?"
 
"Just my combat gear sir. I have modified some of it for ease of use or to my specifications." She replies. She takes a quick glance around Xavier's office, having stood looking straight forward up until this point.
 
Xavier's office is relatively bland. Grey walls, a hardwood desk with paperwork piling, a PC, and a couple of photos. Most are of a brown haired, green eyed little girl. One tack board had NMC photos, with papers under them that likely were working notes. But one caught Allison's eye. It stood separately from the others. A family of 5, one of them being her new superior. A man who looked similar hugging a blonde, blue eyed woman. And two children, one of them the little girl.
 
"Is that all for briefing sir?" Allison said, taking note of the pictures. The photo of the family seemed odd as it made it apparent that the little girl in the other photos was probably the child of the other man in the photo.
 
Xavier nods. "Then let's go to Firearms Control, and you can pick up your preferred personal weapons." He says as he gets up, taking a Trenchcoat off a hook and putting it on on his dark grey shirt and blue jeans.
 
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