<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/3633101371_88fce3622b_t.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool, baybeh!!!</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong><br/><strong>Location: Briefing Room</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Logan</strong><hr/><br/>When the conversation had once again gotten a bit more serious, and everyone had begun presenting their questions and bouncing their ideas off their leaders, Deadpool just sort of let himself fade out of the conversation. He never stopped poking at the hologram, spinning the interactive image and flipping it all over with the tip of his sword. One would've through he was just fucking around, as usual, but his face said otherwise. His eyes rested on the structure thoughtfully, scanning over every inch of the scale model projection.<br/><em><br/>What are we looking for?</em><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"Entrances."</span></strong><br/><br/><em>They're everywhere..</em><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"Well, I can see that genius."</span></strong><br/><br/><em>So can we..think any of em' would be unguarded?</em><br/><strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"Doubt it..Unless intel says otherwise, I guess."</span></strong><br/><br/>His attention was only cut when he heard Wolverine's question, spoken in that familiar grisly voice. Despite them never, ever having been on particularly friendly terms,<em>The guy hated me. Surprise, surprise</em>, it was nice to hear a familiar voice and see a familiar face after such a long time. Even still, though, he couldn't help but grimace a bit. The work at Weapon X wasn't particularly bad..but the experiments, and the way he'd acquired his healing factor...they were thoughts he didn't like to dwell on. They had nothing on his time at Hospice, but they were terrible none the less.<br/><br/><strong>"Red, huh? That my nickname now?! Suh-weet!...But you should just stick to calling me 'Bub.' I missed that..." </strong>He wandered over towards Logan, sheathing his katana slowly and crossing his arms over his chest.<strong>"I can't believe you don't remember me, either. Most people don't do that no matter how hard they try...oh well. In due time, young padawan...you'll learn. Just keep on thinking about Weapon X. It'll come to you, I'm sure..."</strong>