<div class="floatleft">(http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae316/kckolbe/ewan-mcgregor-23299.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Sean Cassidy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Banshee<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, a ridge outside USC.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid Knight<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>California hadn't fared any better than New York.<em>Damn.</em>Sean had flown himself to Los Angeles in hopes that Apocalypse hadn't made it to the other side of the country, but was too late.  It was amazing how quickly he'd moved, wiping out so many of the threats and raising defenses.  Sean had spent most of his waking time watching and listening in on the campus, and thus far he hadn't found much out.<em>A middle-aged man, and here I am spying on a college.  Someone call Chris Hansen, if he's still alive.</em><br/><br/>It hadn't even been two days since Sean had seen the remains of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in New York.  A search through the rubble revealed no survivors, and even the escape tunnels had appeared to have collapsed.  He hadn't been able to investigate as fully as he'd wanted, as Apocalypse's minions had spotted him and he'd been forced to fly off after stunning a few with a sonic blast and finishing them off with a few rounds from a handgun he'd made a point to start carrying on him.  Charles would have reached out to them, tried to find the ones that didn't really want to be a part of Apocalypse's army, or tell which ones were being manipulated or brainwashed.  Charles would turn some of the enemies into friends.  Charles had always been a better man.  But Charles was most likely dead.<br/><br/>Even without the rubble and other debris, it would not have been easy for a man in a wheelchair, however extraordinary he was, to move down several floors and navigate the small tunnels underneath the school.  Sean remembered asking Charles about that back when the school had been his home.<em>"I could always make one of you carry me down"</em>he'd joked, and Sean had realized that Charles never really intended to abandon the school.  Now it was gone, and him and the X-Men with it.<br/><br/><em>It was a good run.</em>It had been over ten years since he'd answered Charles' call and joined the "second class" of X-Men, helped rescue the main group, and left soon after.  His membership with the X-Men had pretty much continued that way.  Step in during a crisis, help out, fade into the background and then disappear until the next one.  Every time he had come back, the X-Men had grown.  This time there was no team to help.  Apocalypse, Carnage, and a small army of desperate humans and newly converted mutants had taken out every stronghold in New York.<br/>