<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youngmalecelebs.net/galleries/walker/Walker009.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jake Wheatly<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Mid-Knight [not given yet]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave.<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>    Banshee, Teletrix, Natasha, open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>"...How did you guys escape?" Jake said. This was the question burning in Jakes mind, seeming to be onthe same wavelength as Banshee in that regard, even over the growing hunger. Jake's escape was narrow at best, maybe there was another large group escape that he missed? He kept pondering and thinking, listening to her response as his stomach gave another loud grumble.<br/><br/>Jake would comment next on Banshee's Doom remark. "It may not be likely yet. If weve all escaped here, there has to be others elsewhere that escaped. Out of them, some who may even be willing to fight. I Know my way very well around a blade..and i guess my..powers? yea powers I guess.. I can compliment my kill with my powers. I'm willing to give my blade to fight. You are an X-man though Banshee, what should we do next? you probably know best ...after getting some food.."<br/><br/>He reproduces the large sword-lance from before, making sure there was good distance between him and anyone, before demonstrating his prowess with the blade. It looked like a physical shadow, that had a mild purplish glow on the edge of the blade and on parts of it. A shadow whisped off the blade, almost like an aura on it