<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7oMp0-s2CE/Te0nBmtSExI/AAAAAAAAAy8/giZoidlsYZ8/s1600/first_class_magneto_close_up.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">     <strong>Magneto</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Real Name:</strong> Erik Lehnsherr<br/>       <strong>Known Aliases:</strong> Master of Magnetism.<br/>       <strong>Role:</strong> Front Line Leader<br/>       <strong>Affiliation;</strong>  The Resistance<br/>       <strong>Location;</strong>  Moscow, heading away from Selene Gallio....for now.  Heading towards the Psych Hospital<br/>       <strong>Tags;</strong>  Open</span></span><br/><br/>It wasn't everyday that he was pleasantly surprised, but today was one of them after discovering a fairly large supply of medicine and a security room as well.  He had no interest in this place security however, at least not in the traditional sense.  Cameras and the like however, measures this place used to keep their patients under wraps, that he had interest in only so far if it was needed to keep prisoner soldiers of Apocalypse close at hand for interrogation.  Guns however were not something Magneto favored since he always attributed them to mere homo sapiens, and thus not worth his time.  He did however have to wonder the same thing that his teleporter had asked him since it was quite peculiar that they'd leave so much valuable material behind.  "Yes, I wonder that as well my friend.  I wonder what other items might be found that might aid us in our cause?  The why however is not important, only that they were foolish enough to leave it behind for us to make use of.  Pack it up, all of it, I think we have company."  Magneto said as he caught a glimpse of someone, just for a second, and almost had to wonder if it was his mind playing tricks on him due to his rather advanced age despite showing signs that he was in reality heading backward to a younger part of his physical well being.  No, something told him otherwise and he took slow, deliberate steps towards where he thought he had seen someone walk through a wall, unaware one of the Horsemen were present in the Asylum itself.  If he had, he might have been more than a little eager to take her down.