<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/h3ZzKUc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Cyclops"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside around the perimeter of the mob<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 8th, 6:31 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Joanne Weber, Logan Howlett, Piotr Rasputin - GOLD team (ish)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem gets up. She watches the stone hit Joanne. then she sees a gun. She reacts before she thinks (rare). The ZAHN of her laser strikes the man in the hand. She takes control of the situation and moves with the cops toward the mob again. She's very angry now. Cyclops reports to the police and the team that there could be guns in the crowd. She tells Colossus that they're to push the line and try to move this mob as much as they can. As she fights the mob again, this time with her baton, she starts to do better. Her mind is busy, and she's looking for more guns.<br/><hr/>The struggle on the ground was over in an instant. The tension had been so high, the adrenaline was flowing fast. The grappling contest with the much larger opponent had ended abruptly even, she felt him go completely still first, and then fall over, as if he might have been killed.<em>‘What?’ - ‘I didn’t hear a gunshot?’ - ‘Logan? He didn’t, he wouldn’t.’</em>She didn’t get far in her assessment before the answer came.<em>‘Only Colossus could do that.’</em>Cyclops reached up and clutched his wrist. She hopped to her feet and nodded to him, but there was a lot going on around her.<br/><br/>Cyclops cocked her head at Blackout, noticing the odd behavior. She watched the rock strike, and it rocked her. Cyclops started to shake instantly.<em>‘No…’ </em>She instantly became concerned that more projectiles would be coming.<em> ‘Oh god Joanne.’</em>The mob gathered quickly, and there were particular men that looked like they needed to take Joanne somewhere very specific. They were gone with her in an instant<br/><br/>Colossus had had his back turned to it. Slim didn’t have time to point it out. Logan was already screaming about it in her ear, and there was a pistol coming from the crowd. cyclops didn’t have a hud in her visor that helped her find these things. But she sensed patterns, and she knew what the stance of someone with a pistol looked like. The armed man had both of his hands on the grip. She could see it in his eyes, he had every intention of firing.<br/><br/>Cyclops didn’t realize it, but her hand was already on her temple.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><em>&gt;ZZAAAAHN&lt; </em>- 11%</strong></span></span><em>‘oh fuck.’ </em>She hadn’t remembered the moment that she decided to do that. Her beam had made contact with the man’s right hand. Three of his fingers were broken, and the pistol fell to the ground. Slim took three steps forward and shouted,<strong>“Do! Not! Do that!”</strong>Her hand was still on her temple.<strong>“On the ground!” </strong><br/><br/>The man fell to his knees holding his throbbing hand. There was no serious trauma, perhaps some tendon damage,<em>‘hope he’s not a piano player…’ </em><br/><br/>As Cyclops' power was set on display, and Colossus was beside her, a statue of steel, she felt the power. The two of them beside each other made an impact on any and all but the most serious and dedicated of the mob. Salm nodded to Colossus, and continued toward the pistol on the ground. The police moved with her and reformed the line.<strong>“Nobody move!!”</strong>She scanned the crowd, looking for more guns. Cyclops didn’t want to alarm anyone, but now was a good time to know the truth. This was a wasp’s nest, it wasn’t a riot.<em> ‘It’s a time bomb.’ </em>She opened her comm, and spoke loudly, clearly, and with as little urgency as possible.<strong>“All Channels. We have possible armed suspects. Advance with caution. Deploy non lethal fire-arms.”</strong><br/><br/>The officers in riot gear with her and Colossus could hear her, and it bolstered their confidence. The morale shifted in their small group of peacekeepers. They knew that Logan was out to rescue the small girl they’d all failed, but with Cyclops safe, hot with laser and anger; with Colossus at their backs. They felt like they had called in the X-men for the right reasons.<br/><br/>Slim came up to the pistol as the police line gained some ground. Colossus was a hell of an intimidator. It was easier to attack two girls with a bunch of cops than it was to attack a metal man and a girl that came with laser beam attached. She looked to Colossus.<strong> “We can’t overextend like Logan.” - “He’ll get her back. He’s the only one who can.” - “You and I can’t charge in … But we can push!” </strong><br/><br/>There was more to it than that, and Cyclops was well aware of that.<em>‘Tick tock- tick tock’ </em>Cyclops did not like this situation. She saw a catastrophe waiting to happen. But that didn’t stop her from joining the fight. She drew her baton and went to work. Not everyone in the mob was excited to fight her anymore. A couple at the start almost looked hesitant to fight her. She had a fragile appearance, but she had a fury hidden behind the angry red of her ruby quartz visor. Cyclops found her footing. Her baton was furious, and her leg kicks came with a force that she didn’t appear to be capable of. Anyone that came at her suffered some serious wrath. All the while she kept her eye out for more guns. This was real, and an unseen firearm could seriously end her life. While she fought, her mind was active.<br/><br/><em>‘We have to get out of here.’ - ‘Logan. Please find her.’ - ‘gold team, we need speed’ - ‘I should have taken down that guy with the megaphone’ - ‘Was it just one guy with a gun?’ - ‘what are the odds of that?’ - ‘more than one thousand people, one gun, edge of the crowd, hunting mutants.’ - ‘odds are good.’ - ‘hunting mutants?’ - ‘Joanne’ - ‘There’s more guns.’ - ‘swivel, head, head on a swivel.’ - ‘report guns!’ - ‘oh, already did.’ - ‘tick tock tick tock’ </em>