<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br/><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Mid-Knight, Banshee, Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>“Ugh, doesn't look like it'll be very comfortable to sleep here tonight. I suppose it makes sense that they don't have any beds in a museum, but there doesn't appear to be anything soft to lie on either,” Natasha muttered.<br/><br/>She had expected to find at least some kind of protective packing material that would be soft and keep her warm at night, but she couldn't even find that much.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Natasha sensed a disturbance nearby. Fear, anxiety, excitement, and even relief were in the air.<br/><br/>She felt a particularly strong pulse coming from Katerina, and Natasha thought,<em>I wonder what's going on over there. I better check it out.</em><br/><br/>Not taking any chances, she chambered a bullet in her gun's magazine. She stalked with the grace of a black panther to the area where she sensed the emotions coming from, avoiding the other refugees, and thus not learning from Margie that it was in fact one of the X men who was out there.<br/><br/>Natasha gulped, wondering if what she was doing was such a smart move. She was okay with a gun, but if it was any of Apocalypse men, then she'd be in trouble. She suspected them to be far better with guns, and they'd likely carry automatic rifles no less. All she had was a puny nine mm handgun. If it turned out to be a martial arts fight that she'd end up in, then she had an edge against ordinary humans due to her fighting experience, but any mutant with an enhanced sense would likely be too hard for her to defeat. Still, desperate times asked for desperate measures.<br/><br/>As Natasha got closer to the source of the new emotions, she took a moment to close her eyes, and focus on what she was feeling around her.<br/><br/><em>It seems like there are two new men at the scene. Hmm... That's odd. Marcus' emotions are becoming weaker, he's... running away? My God, I hope that him abandoning us doesn't mean that we're up against two super mutants of Apocalypse! If they can scare a big guy like him, then they must be impressive. Nice leadership of him, running away and leaving the rest of us behind as bait,</em>Natasha thought, with a sour inner voice.<br/><br/>She tried to formulate a plan in her mind. The newcomers had spotted Katerina, and Natasha knew that the girl had seen them too, but from what Natasha could sense, the teenager wasn't feeling extremely threatened. That was not to say that she appeared to feel safe either, but from what Natasha had an inkling that the new guys seemed to be neutral towards them.<br/><br/><em>They're definitely not Apocalypse's forces, I know for sure that they'd have caused a very strong reaction in Katerina.</em><br/><br/>Natasha felt a bit relieved at that conclusion. Although she still had her gun drawn, she aimed it to the ground, hoping that she wouldn't get shot on sight if they did happen to spot her. Step by step, Natasha stalked closer to the exit.<br/><br/>With her back pressed against the wall and out of sight of the newcomers, Natasha asked, “H-hello...? Katerina, are you okay? Do you need assistance?”<br/><br/>To any outsider it was probably obvious that Natasha never had any tactical training. No trained soldier would ever give away his position that easily, but Natasha felt concerned about Katerina's well-being. She had only just met the girl, and she didn't want to see her suffer from the hands of two strangers. If it meant putting a bullet in their heads to protect her, then so be it. She'd be violating the ethical code of 'Do no harm', but Natasha felt like she owed Katerina one, especially after the way she had treated the teenager. Offering her some of the feeble protection she could give, would be the least Natasha could do.