<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Moscow<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Magneto, Famine, Creepy Ghost Person possibly...<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><strong> Outskirts of Moscow </strong><br/><br/>Subtlety wasn't a stereotype typically associated to Russians, nor was infiltration. But the truth was that both had strong traditions in Russian military history. For the Crimson Dynamo, she continued that proud tradition as her massive suit of armor stomped along the muddy, refuse filled river bottom of the Moscow River. The fact she was going upriver simply meant she had to ignore the literally disturbing sight that the river was still choked with the bloated bodies of so many innocent countrymen murdered. Butchered by these genocidal mutants.<br/><br/>She was not one of them, she vowed to herself.<br/><br/>These mutants were monsters. They had to be swept away from Russia. Like the Nazis and the French before them. Only in this case, it wouldn't just stop at Russia's borders. She wasn't going to stop until everyone of these superpowered monsters was cleansed from the world as it should have been. Seeing the bodies drift overhead simply reinforced her burning desire for vengeance and for defending the Motherland.<br/><br/>It took a few hours of slow slogging, her sensors working on a passive mode, trying to scan for unusual electromagnetic energy until finally, she started to get some responses. Her plan was simple. Find Magneto. Kill Magneto. Then kill the vampiric bitch. Considering her condition likely rendered her immune to the vampiric womans life draining power, Khutulan was more concerned with Magneto as she honestly wondered if her armor would be truly immune to the formidable control he had over the electromagnetic spectrum. As far as she knew or could guess, it would be up to her external forcefields and energy based structural integrity fields to maintain her armor during that particular confrontation. Also... the missiles would be of little use. She'd have to use the particle cannons and laser cutters instead.<br/><br/>Thus, as much as she might enjoy drawing out Magneto's death for all of the lives lost today, she would have to strike him hard and quick.<br/><br/>Maybe the vampiric mutant would provide more sport and visceral pleasure. Plucking her limb from limb sounded strangely appealing. Maybe she could deliver her delimbed body to the new government so they could have the satisfaction of a fair show trial followed by a swift public execution in Red Square. Just like the old days.<br/><br/>That would make her happy.<br/><br/>A grim smile crossed the womans pale face.<br/><br/>Then her electromagnetic sensors pinged.<br/><br/>Then they flared.<br/><br/>Either a nuclear warhead had gone off, or this mutant terrorist Magneto had made his presence known. Her smile broadened. It was no longer grim.<br/><br/>She was positively ecstatic as she turned her heavy armored suit towards the shoreline and pulled herself onto shore, sheets of water falling off of the mighty and thick plating as the one ton battlesuit started to take its first tentative steps onto land. The mapping software programmed into the suit quickly honed in on the source of the electromagnetic disturbance. The location was an insane asylum.<br/><br/>Someone upstairs had a sense of humor.