<div class="floatleft">(http://static.thefrisky.com/uploads/2010/03/10/Jason_Lewis_main-320x213.jpg)</div>Code Name: ArchAngel<br/>Real Name: Warren<br/>Location: Empire Diner, New York City<br/>Date/Time: 6:10 am - Friday May 27th 2016<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Content: Grand Entrance<br/>Wearing: As pictured<br/><br/><hr/>"Kitty, that train has long left the station," Warren said.  "Storm walked away.  She went home.  She was tired of fighting and can you blame her?  We all carry the wounds of this fight."  He paused for a moment, settling his wings back into place.  They'd begun to twitch.  "Some of the scars are more obvious that others.  You want to go to Africa and look for her, I'll set you up with a first class round trip ticket but count me out.  Let her have her rest.  she's earned it."<br/><br/>He looked at Wolverine, shrugged and put the cigarette back in the pack.  "It's the end of May, 2016, Logan.  When did you die?"  He chuckled.  "I'll do the math for you if it's a little too hard for you."<br/><br/>Then he did the one thing he didn't want to do, the one thing he'd sworn he wouldn't do.  He made eye contact with Elizabeth Braddock.<br/><br/><em>Damn.</em><br/><br/>"Hello Betsy," he said, dropping the cigarette and crushing it out with his toe.  "It's been a while."