<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 -<br/><strong>Content:</strong>|<span class="bbc_u">Section 1</span>: chopper transit |<span class="bbc_u">Section 2</span>: finding command 'tent'/'the kitchen' with Blackout's cover. |<span class="bbc_u">Section 3</span>: reporting police participation with the x-men, the police are moving to begin to start arresting the mob.<br/><hr/>Salem was focused. She was rarely this focused. Her mind was still. She was soaking it in. Her attempts to keep up with the reality around her was shiveringly difficult. Salem didn’t spend much of her time experiencing new things. Controlled environments like classrooms, and libraries had been more her speed for the last few years. She didn’t divert from her routine very often.<br/><br/>This was not routine. She was standing with a safety line attached to her belt. She was too juiced up to sit down. The closer the choppers got to their destination, the more focused she became though.<br/><br/>They were closing in when she finally caught up with the moment. Logan was starting to shout orders, and her chin raised in reaction to his voice. His first word was her code name loud over the whirring sound of the chopper and it’s engine. She watched his lips to help understand what he was saying. Her mission had a simple intention, accomplishing it was going to be another story. She could see the crowd below her, and the obvious dangers below her only shined bright in her single horizontal crimson eye. On hand went to the harness on her hip, and the other went to her right temple, where her control dial was. She wanted to be at minimal power. If worse came to worse, and she was forced to use her optic beams, she didn’t want to move anyone with her blasts. At this strength, they were little more than hard punches, two clicks up would suddenly turn into a projectile bean bag.<br/><br/>Salem felt over equipped. She didn’t like how this all felt. The experience wasn’t how she saw her first mission going when she envisioned it. She had official x-men gear now, a dark royal blue reinforced body suit with kevlar padding, and polymer fabrics. It was standard issue military protection, and she felt like that would be her image going forward. But she was covered in black riot gear. Her small frame didn’t do wonderfully with it. The vest made her look small, as well as the helmet, and the pads on her arms and legs. She had a gun on her back that she was supposed to use before her powers. That frustrated Salem. She was trained to handle weapons enough. She was no expert, but she knew how to reload this weapon, and she knew how to aim it. It was non-lethal, but so was her power under the right control.<br/><br/>Salem was obsessed with control, and at the moment, she didn’t have much of it under her command. As the chopper touched down, there was a small jolt, and Salem had forgot to keep her hand on the frame. So instead of standing, she was tossed to the side.<br/><br/>She fell into the side of the chopper, and bumped against the chair she could have been sitting in. Using her arm, she kept herself standing, but the humiliation swept over her immediately.<br/><br/><em>‘Just forget about it, and move on.’</em>Salem unlatched herself from the chopper and left the chopper at double-time. Her feet touched the ground and she immediately scanned the area with her visor. There was a small display on her side of the visor, but it wasn’t very interactive. It had her heart rate, her current power setting, and a compass at the top. From the chopper she had spotted what looked like a command center outside of the mob and away from the building. It wasn’t much, two big police trucks with long trailers attached as well as satellite dishes on top of each one. She had been trained in these situations of civil unrest, and she knew how to spot things like that, especially after being told to find it.<br/><br/><hr/>From the ground, she could still see the satelites about 65 meters to the East of the mob. Salem had a few X’s visible under her armor in yellow trim, but the riot gear had a few X’s as well. She was proud to wear them, but it made her a target out in this atmosphere. Salem started to step sideways toward her destination, checking her sides and her six every now and then.<br/><br/>With Blackouts cover, she was doing something she wasn’t used to, sneaking around. It wasn’t that she was invisible, it was something else. She didn’t much care for that either.<em> ‘Nothing is right. This is all wrong.’ </em>The hate around her was starting to sink in. These people around her hated her, if they had things their way, they would probably chain her up and ship her off to prison right now… or worse.<br/><br/>The obvious hatred around her caused a distinct feeling to start crawling up through her consciousness: Fear.<br/><br/>She tried to breath. Her mind was almost blank with the fear. She stopped for a moment to look around her. The scene made her sad. But the sadness didn’t penetrate her adrenaline, that thought would come to her later. She was giving herself a silent pep talk<em>‘...You’re Cyclops. You can do this,’</em>she thought. As her feet carried her forward again, as the clarity sank in, she started to feel like she was in her element. The fear was still strong, but she was acting in spite of it. She was moving passed it. And, her training was starting to pay off immediately. Her gear suddenly felt lighter, she kept her firearm on her back, no one had targeted yet, her visor and the mutant protecting her movements had yet to be noticed.<br/><br/>She was able to follow behind Logan and Piotr for some time, but she eventually broke off and tried to make good time toward what she believed to be the person in charge of the police presence.<br/><br/>Closing in the trucks with the Satellites, she touched the radio on her chest and spoke to Logan,<strong> &gt;-“Cyclops to Logan, Approaching 'The Kitchen', Full report to Follow.” -&lt;</strong><br/><br/>Approaching, Salem met a few men with arms lifted,<strong>“Hey hey hey! Where do you think you’re going?”</strong>Cyclops knew that they were expecting the x-men, these men on watch were just doing their duty. Her visor reflected the lights behind them in a red glare.<strong>“I’m Cyclops. I’m here with the X-men. I need to coordinate with your Commanding officer.”</strong>Cyclops felt Blackouts presence behind her. She could see the guards looking to her left.<br/><br/><strong>“This is Blackout. She’s with me.”</strong><br/><br/>The guards didn’t even check with each other, there was something about the two girls in front of them that didn’t require any more questions. Cyclop turned to Blackout as she moved through the gap the guards had left.<strong> “Keep an eye on Logan and Colossus if you can. I’ll be right back.” </strong>then she spoke to the guards.<strong>“Let her through if she needs in.”</strong>Salem had grown used to giving orders.<br/><br/>Cyclops vanished behind the police tape and the trucks before either of the guards could turn to even acknowledge the order they’d just received from a twenty two year old girl.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She was gone for about fifty seven seconds. The process of getting the right information was fast, but a lot could happen in that time, and Cyclops had gone from focused to urgent. She was speaking into the radio as she came back out to meet Joanne again.<br/><br/>She was shouting into the radio to overwhelm the cacophony around her.<strong>&gt;-“Cyclops to blue team. Police presence is cooperating. We’re free to move. Preserve the peace and deescalate whereever possible.”-&lt;</strong>Cyclops nodded to Blackout and kept her feet moving her toward the mob. A force of eight riot cops were moving behind them as they moved away from 'the kitchen.' They were the last of the police’s resources to escort Cyclops and Blackout into the mob.<br/><br/><strong>“Game face time, Blackout.”</strong>Salem went back to her radio.<br/><br/><strong>&gt;-“The perimeter will begin administering force. Blue team, all police are moving to apprehend. Blue team, we are part of that movement.”-&lt;</strong>Salem had fifteen zip ties on her person, two pairs of handcuffs and some emergency rope in a pocket at her breast. That wasn’t going to be enough to stop this mob, but she could do her part. She started to close in on the mob with Blackout and eight riot cops behind her.<br/><br/>Her visor was clearly visible to the section of the mob she was moving in on. Faces were starting to turn. Their anger was palatable.