<div class="floatleft">(http://www.herinterest.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/2aeefa1ba176e0b26b64979a1c25f2af.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Christopher Hayes aka Shrike<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>((17:00 PM), 07th of July 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstate New York, War-Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Storm any others present<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Christopher felt almost naked out of his body armour but with no training currently scheduled and no immediate threat, there was no reason for him to wear it.  That didn't mean he didn't miss it.  Without it, he looked like one of the newer students, rather than one of the oldest.  Twice in the hall that day alone he'd encountered two boys and, astonishingly, one girl, that had tried to bully him based solely on his size.  He'd arranged to meet they (all three!) at the lake later that evening, to 'settle' things.<br/><br/>He almost missed the open door to the War Room.  Christopher was keenly aware of how exceptionally attractive the teachers at the school were; they frequently made it difficult to pay attention.  Even the villainous Rachel Grey, she who had virtually demolished half the school had been a scorching hot ten on a scale of ten.  Storm? Yeah, there was another ten.  If he hung around the school much longer, it was likely that no normal woman would be able to measure up.<br/><br/>Storm seemed intent on scanning one particular region, comparing three or four satellite images to each other.  Aerial surveillance was something he was a (self declared) expert on, so he dared venture into the room to offer his help... and to get a much closer look at the very tight costume Storm was wearing.<br/><br/>"Miss Monroe?  Is there anything I can do to help?"  He paused for a moment.  "Maybe for some extra credits?"