<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/d120e1ea30ba5ac58b86fe23e0c9f1c2/tumblr_ofb6vc5FG81swwx3co6_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ambassador Edwards<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Countryside of Pennsylvania<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5th September, Mid-Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Magneto, Vanisher<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Trapped and afraid<br/><hr/><br/>Valerie breathed heavily while Magneto spoke. His words were an inevitability, but his speech was clearly a threat. No matter how well she had known what was coming it was not easy to listen to. For once her ordinarily stoic demeanor was wavering. She'd fought so fucking hard to try and prevent this. And now the government and Magneto were on the edge of tossing it all aside. She knew full well people would die for what Salvation did. But then how could she blame that man, he was a soldier following orders. Director Charleston definitely had far too much faith in Stryker and Weapon-X. Everything they'd done had been a catastrophe, and she could hardly bear to be in a room with Stryker's angry, hateful bigotry.<br/><br/>Then again it was a challenge to be in the back of this car with Magneto, he was little better. Cold, calculating and logical. His actions were born of a strong heart and powerful emotions, but the way he portrayed himself to her was terrifying. This iron fisted man would be no less of a dictator than the Government he so readily decried. There was definitely no chance of him showing mercy in taking reparations for the governments aggression. But right now she had a job to do, and that was trying to minimise Magneto's response.<br/><br/><strong>"Magneto, this was not a message sent to you. Nobody wanted to threaten you. And nobody is expecting that you would lay down and surrender. But, I understand your views. I even think I would feel the exact same way if we were to switch paces. And so I will not insult your intelligence by suggesting that you should surrender, or that you do not deserve the right to seek vengeance."</strong><br/><br/>She took a few more brief, steady breaths. Each second she was preparing herself for a shard of steel to tear itself away from her car and spear her where she sat. She couldn't even bring herself to turn and face the men sitting so close behind her.<br/><br/><strong>"The only thing I have been asked to request is that you consider your actions in your response. Please do not harm civilians. If you wish to stage a war, our Government do not want the homes and streets of the innocent to be the battlefield. Of course they don't hope for death, but they are not arrogant enough to expect no retribution from your Brotherhood. If you would be willing to speak to Director Charleston, or even the President himself, they will listen to your words." </strong><br/>