<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://sm.ign.com/t/ign_ro/news/n/nbc-reduce/nbc-reduces-the-player-order-to-9-episodes_5rnh.640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salvation (Also David Charleston)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room TV (Showing scenes in New Jersey)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 4th, 8:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Shocking Footage on TV<br/><hr/><br/>The news was a reasonably typical slow night. A few dark pieces on the threat of mutants, and updates on the Brotherhoods latest movements. A little world news, before the main attraction of the night showed up. The studio cut to footage of David Charleston. He was a tall and bold man, who'd been seen in the news a lot over recent years as his operation promised to defend humanity. He was a vital part of all Government operations surrounding mutants, and had a new and vital tool in defending the American population. He was standing in a small command center, speaking directly to the camera as he prepared to begin operations.<br/><br/><strong>"This is Operations Director David Charleston. And I am here to inform you, The great American public, of a new breakthrough in the defense and security of your nation. No longer will any civilian have to fear the dangers of mutant terrorism. Working directly with Mr. William Stryker of the Weapon-X program I have funded and created the most advanced military unit in the world. It is known as 'The Equalizer'. And it is to mutants, what they are to us. Now, before they act rashly, they will have to consider that they are playing on a level field for the first time in history. I am inviting the world to watch as Salvation is brought to America. Thank you."</strong><br/><br/>As soon as the speech was over he picked up a radio and simply said<br/><br/><strong>"Operation, go. All eyes are on you soldier." </strong><br/><br/>Salvation had been waiting in a helicopter throughout the speech, waiting for the order to go. The door was open and he could feel the adrenaline coursing. He'd spent years readying himself for this. Defending America. He took a few heavy breaths as he knew the call was coming through, clearing his mind. He looked down. Thousands of feet up, now. They were almost above the clouds and his target was little more than a faint spec. The suit was heavy around him, and he could feel the cool alloys ready to spring into action. The second that radio crackled and Director Charleston finished Salvation sprung into action.<br/><br/>His suit fired up as he walked, propelling him the two brief steps before he flung himself from the helicopter. News and government camera crews eyes were on him from all angles, the air and down on the ground. But right now he looked more like a missile than a man. As he fell the jet engines in his suit kicked in, a white hot roar of flames spat into the sky and propelled him toward the ground. There was an almighty crash as the living meteorite shattered the sound barrier, before he began to approach the floor. Almost as fast as he'd accelerated he leveled out, ending up hovering just a little over the rooftops.<br/><br/>His camera switched to thermal imaging and began seeking the target. As soon as he had the mutant in hiding in sight he dropped to the ground. Each footstep echoed in the calm evening air. She was indoors, on the first floor. Seemed to be sitting and reading. He reached the outer wall of the building and placed his hand on the concrete. With a sudden hum and a flash of light the wall seemed to explode inwards, spraying concrete and bricks across the student housing common room. The resting girl panicked immediately, almost falling from her chair in shock. Salvation advanced without blinking. She may appear afraid but she was dangerous. They'd monitored her and knew she was capable of putting up a serious fight.<br/><br/><strong>"What the fuck?"</strong><br/><br/>The young lady screamed at him aggressively, although there was a large measure of confusion to her statement.<br/><br/><strong>"Place your hands behind your head and get on the ground. Do not resist arrest."</strong><br/><br/>He raised his palm at her in a silent threat, the shotgun on top of his forearm leveled cleanly at her head. But the girl didn't seem to take the threat very seriously. In a shocking move she dashed forwards, balling her fist and aiming to land a punch. Salvation saw her motion before she could reach him, moving into a smooth duck with surprising speed and readying himself for a tackle. She connected with surprising force, her body felt like it was made of solid steel. But Salvation drove his armoured shoulder firmly into her stomach and wrapped a powerful arm around her, lifting her from her feet and slamming her violently into the floor. The sound echoed out with a shocking crash.<br/><br/>The impact should've killed her, but she barely seemed to be phased by it. Instead she reigned a string of uncoordinated but fast and powerful blows upon his helmet as he held her. Alerts flashed up, the shield deflecting the kinetic impacts was struggling a shocking amount. This girl really was strong. So strong that he wasn't prepared for what happened next. As he pulled away from her to avoid the impacts she grabbed him hard by the shoulders, pushing him up and following with a violent kick from the ground. It was a feat of acrobatics he hadn't anticipated, and sent him crashing back out into the street. He landed with a metallic crash, swiftly returning to his feet to see her heading through the now demolished wall. He looked around, seeing the news crew helicopters hovering everywhere he knew this was the time to prove how necessary he was.<br/>