<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/5f/28/05/5f28050d2d2332d7962524383a4b1b40.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Beast<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Henry 'Hank' Phillip McCoy<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Xavier Mansion, New York City<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Dress clothes<br/><br/>About ten or so minutes after Beast had sent Kitty the email, he decided that he should eat something as soon as he can. Even though it was earlier than when he would usually eat; he decided that he should not neglect himself. Thus, he removed his lab coat after he stood up from his swivel chair; hung the coat on the back of the chair and headed out into the main corridor of the X-Men base. He made his way to the elevator and took it to the mansion above. He exited through the secret panel that also was the elevator door and stepped out. After that, he made his way to the kitchen on the main floor.<br/><br/>As Hank came into the kitchen, he reached for the remote and turned on the TV that hung in the corner of the room and put the remote down. The flat screen TV flicked on and right to the new station. Once again, there was news of another attack on a mutant; this time it was a young girl, not even in her teens. As Hank listened to the report, his heart sank. For all of his intellect and strength; he knew he could do nothing to stop these attacks and there was no one here, besides him. No one to take these mutants in and actually keep them safe. Deep down, Hank wanted to keep fighting, but this was too much of an uphill battle and like Storm, his old friend; was tired mentally of it. Even this ‘break’ of his was not doing anything for him. Hank breathed in an exhaled, thinking of what was actually good in the world. Kitty and a handful of others were still alive and kicking. Hell, Elizabeth/Psylocke who once died in his arms had come back to life at one time. For that, he was forever grateful. Warren, even came back after the ordeal with Apocalypse. Yet, they were all trained, not like these young mutants; mutants who were such easy targets. Perhaps he should have gone to see Kitty; he mentally spoke as he second guessed himself.