<div class="floatleft">(http://d1vr6n66ssr06c.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/DN_ANXM3-2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Scott Summers<br/>      <strong>Title:</strong> Cyclops<br/>      <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br/>      <strong>Location:</strong> Westchester, New York<br/>      <strong>Tags:</strong> Emma Frost </span></span><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Then:</strong></span><br/><br/>"Take a look, its all there..." Scott said being far to tired to try and find the right tree to gain access too.  Place was practically a military bunker in the middle of the woods.  Hank had set the place up as a fall back should the school ever fall.  It was strong enough and equipped with enough tech to survive a nuclear explosion.  Then again, so had the school...In fact it had, had even more things to protect it.  An early warning system against all the things the X-men had come up against (and that was quite a lot) should off gone off the second a threat was within a hundred miles of the school.  But nothing had gone off, not a sound, not the protection grid, not a damn thing!  They'd been taken out so easily that Scott couldn't think of a single enemy which was capable of that, not these days.  The fact that New York was also burning made Scott think that this wasn't just an attack on mutants, this was an attack on them all.  On every single being on this planet.  Which meant it was time to put aside differences and kill the thing who done this to them.<br/><br/>Feeling Emma go into his mind and get the needed information he let out a sigh, she directing them to the proper place and typing in the codes needed to get into the safe house.  Once there Scott stumbled along and was promptly laid down on the small medical bed.  While secure and safe from attack, the place was set up as a fall back facility, not a perminate bass of operations.  The food and water supplies were well enough, but as far as the medical facilities went, they were meant for stabilization, not full surgical repair and recovery, and that is what Scott needed.  Laying down on the table he thought about what needed to be done.  First and foremost his arm needed to be reset, the wounds cleaned and then...Let his arm die?  Neither he nor Emma were doctors, and from a quick glance at the communication hub, they were practically offline.  What the hell had happened?<br/><br/>"Emma, I-" She just put the visor on his face.  Scott opened his eyes and saw the woman he loved, his pain going away for just a second as his eyes confirmed that she was still alive.  All the others were dead, but she was alive.  "I...We need to get to work.  Read my mind to fix my arm and my other wounds.  After I am stable put me out for a few hours and try and find out if anyone else is out there.  Above all don't reveal our location, to ANYONE.  Not a soul.  Right now, wecan't really trust anyone."  As sad as that was, it was true.  For an operation like this to take place, someone had to have gone turncoat.  Until they found out who, all were suspect .