<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcTUi55mntK3tZlhZUHZ-fQiifxkAfVa2ptVjCldzcwrUTRNp5HH&amp;usqp=CAU)</div><br/><br/><strong>Character</strong>: James/Warpath<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Louis, Alisa, Jean<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Did either of you catch the news?” Alisa had asked James and Louis, and the young woman had nodded and blurted out her reply before James could even think if he’d heard anything on the tv or radio before he’d gone for his run that morning.<br/>“Oh yeah! It’s crazy! The vaults disappearing like that. My theory is teleportation,” she said.<br/>“Disappearing vaults?” James interjected, “What’s that all about?”<br/>He listened to the others fill him in on what had been reported about the break-in at Fort Knox. James nodded as he listened while beginning his breakfast and quietly sipping at his coffee. Louis asked Alisa, “So, what can you do?” And James turned to regard the other woman, thinking he was interested in this as well as in what someone codenamed “Shooter” did, or what Jean might be capable of. His own power set was fairly obvious which is why he tried to make sure to stay on top of his math and science classes so that, should it be necessary, he could help with handling some of the tech instead of just being muscle or a team’s tank—as the gamers commonly referred the sort of role he typically found himself in.<br/>“Yeah, and what has Ms. Frost named you? Or do we get to choose that sort of thing for ourselves?”<br/>