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:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static.thefrisky.com/uploads/2010/03/10/Jason_Lewis_main-320x213.jpg)</div></div><br/>He entered the diner quietly but his attempt at stealth ended there, as he flipped the sign from OPEN to CLOSED.  He tore the No Smoking sign off the wall, wrapped it around a sheaf of hundred dollar bills and handed it to the startled waitress.  Then he pulled a cigarette from a silver case and lit it with a gold lighter.  At each table that had an occupant, he stopped and peeled of a crisp hundred dollar bill for each person at the table.  "Diner's closed for a private meeting," he said.<br/><br/>Then he arrived at the table with the mutants.  "Pretty far from your usual corner, aren't you Emma?  I've got your cab fare back." He dropped one of the c-notes onto the floor and put his foot on it.<br/><br/>He didn't look at the others.  There was a lot of water under that bridge, probably too much.  A lot of things had changed and others had stayed the same.  Drake was out of the closet and making moon eyes at Rasputin, who was making moon eyes at Pryde.  LeBeau (some how not rotting in some jail) and Rogue (what the hell was her last name?) needed to get a room, as usual.  Betsy was there but that ship had probably sailed.  He wasn't sure why he'd come.  He'd had to cancel a meeting in Geneva to make this breakfast.<br/><br/>"Good Morning, everyone else," he said.