<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Scene Setting - Outdoor Riot (Blue Team)</strong></span></span></div><br/><div align="center">(http://pre10.deviantart.net/c02c/th/pre/f/2008/184/9/2/riot__by_hobo_the_dinosaur.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Location:</strong> Downtown Library <br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 8th 2017, 6:30 PM <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cyclops, Colossus, Logan, Blackout<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Crowd dispersal, threats, hate speech, calling in Salvation </div><br/><br/>As Logan, Colossus and Cyclops knocked down many of the crowd the masses only riled against them. More pulled out knives, passed up baseball bats and put even greater aggression into their swings. Some of those with less conviction backed away leaving nothing but the most rabid and violent men facing up to the police and the X-Men. The riot police themselves began taking things far more seriously, readying water cannons at the areas away from their mutant allies. The captain gave the order to open up and in an instant the crowd was pushed away from the front line of riot shields. No amount of anger or determination helped them fight back, and soon the X-Men closest to the Riot police were surrounded by floored men, water and grunts of pain. A few struggled to get up, but most just crawled away. The path was relatively clear to make it to Logan but beyond him there was a wall of rioters still.<br/><br/>Further back Graydon watched as Logan approached him. The man was pushing an undeniably impressive path through the crowd. But it was of no consequence. Blackout had hurt his men, and for a second he had flinched, but his unwavering will pulled him through. He took the shotgun from the nearest man and pointed it straight at the floored girl. Cocoon or not it seemed unlikely they'd take the chance of her deflecting a full buckshot. He held the microphone to the weapon and gave Logan a slow smirk, locking eyes with him.<em>Click.</em>The gun was readied and aimed directly at the girl's back, and he knew full well Logan would know that sound. Around Graydon the other paramilitary looking men locked and loaded their weapons. A few took aim at Blackout while others focused on Logan.<br/><br/><strong>"Weapon-X... isn't that what they used to call you?" <br/></strong><br/>Graydon wasn't using the microphone this time. This was for Logan in particular. He'd talked to people. Well, a person. The same man who loaned him these soldiers. He knew all about Logan's life and fully intended to use that information.<br/><br/><strong>"A killing machine. That's what you are. You were born to be one. Made a worse one. Spat back out into society. And you really want to live among women and children?" </strong><br/><br/>Graydon spat his words, finger steady on the trigger.<br/><br/><strong>"One move and she's gone. Bitch took a man's hands off when he was enforcing the law of america. And she proved her violence and danger. Proved that she should be jailed or killed for being a threat to the public."</strong><br/><br/>Taking a few steps, still almost smirking at Logan daring him to test whether he'd pull the trigger Graydon stood directly over the girl. Not girl. Freak. Animal. He pressed the barrel of the gun right on the cocoon and then shook his head, before spitting on the floor.<br/><br/><strong>"Fuckin' Animal."</strong>He started.<strong>"ANIMAL!"</strong>For a brief second his instability flashed through and he almost roared the word at Logan. The rioters around him only cheered and bellowed their support as he returned to using the megaphone.<strong>"Put your God damn' hands in the air, Weapon."</strong>The men beside him took a couple of steps forward, training their shotguns on Logan's chest. At this distance he'd be able to make out the marks on their shoulders. In white just at the base of the guard the word<em>'Purifier' </em>was emblazoned.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on Wolverine get your paws up!"</strong>Another roar of laughter from the crowd. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of men behind and around Graydon. A sea of hateful people surrounded Logan as though he had temporarily parted it. His allies a little ways behind him he was, at least for now, an island. Without a way out or a single bargaining chip in the deal. Dozens of eyes locked with his, staring him down. A few of the less vitriolic rioters broke the gaze, but it was clear many wholeheartedly believed in their hatred.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Closer to Colossus and Cyclops the police captain saw things shift rapidly from bad to worse. As soon as he saw the man lose his hands he reached for his radio and as things only escalated from there with the hateful riot leader only seeming more incensed one key order was on his mind. He'd heard it from feds when he was called out here. Working with X-Men came with a particular call to make. As soon as he picked it up he flipped to the on-site feds frequency and with a heavy heart and some genuine uncertainty made the call he knew he had to.<br/><br/><strong>"Send Salvation." </strong><br/><br/>The words sounded a little cheesy, almost silly, as he said them. But there was no second of humour to him. He had absolutely no idea what might happen now, as a result of that call. The words were said fairly calmly but as the crowd was dashed aside there was a temporarily lull beside the building and he suspected the two nearest X-men, Colossus and Cyclops, may well have heard him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://static.srcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/War-Machine-in-Captain-America-Civil-War.jpg)</div><br/>A hundred miles away on a U.S Airforce base Cayden Greyson was already fully suited up performing some standard check-ins. A small light on his heads up display flicked on and he sprung into action in an instant. The men working on his suit knew the drill and backed off instantly. Luckily the work wouldn't inhibit him and he was already very well tooled up. He headed out of the hanger directly onto the runway at a full sprint, feeling the servos in the legs push him to sprint as fast as a speeding care. The adrenaline was already exhilarating. And then he turned to the runway itself. He'd always preferred to take off with a run-up. Vertically felt alien to him, despite being easy enough. And so he continued the sprint only growing faster as the armour fully warmed up and pushed its power. Soon he was essentially a blur, and then in a spectacular motion he dived forwards.<br/><br/>The sheer power in his legs propelled him upwards and then the rockets in his boots kicked in. It was incomparable to planes. The jolt of that quantity of force applied so fast and so localized was a rush like no other. He accelerated from tens of miles an hour to hundreds, and then thousands, within a few short seconds. With a tremendous thunderclap he broke the sound barrier. Now he was a blur in the air, so small and so fast he was almost undetectable. No matter how serious the situation he couldn't help a brief smile. There was an undeniable satisfaction to heroism. Defending America and American citizens. And right now, in the sky, surrounded by all this power he felt like more than a man. Reigning in his thoughts for a second he returned to the situation at hand. An anti-mutant riot the X-Men had been called to. So far he'd seen their unprofessional side when he tried to deliver the girl to them. Hopefully this would be a more positive interaction. The on-site federal operatives rapidly filled him in on the full details and he prepared accordingly. He'd be on site in no more than a few brief minutes.