<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jack Trenton<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          SpringJack<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Previously Vision...now praying for Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   In the air, on the ground, in the air...<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          The Moscow Mules<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/>Bio-energy beams cut through the air to SpringJack's ear once more as he began his descent downwards. Tubes was determined, but his time trudging through the Moscow snow had apparantly made his aim clumsy. SpringJack didn't want to slow and present him with a better target, but something stopped him jumping this time. Almost as if in expectation, Tubes' beams cut through the air where Jack would've jumped to.<br/><br/>The sound that had given him pause was behind him, and the Hellion of Hammersmith turned to see...three new figures leaping into the fray. The most evident was a large, hulking robot type. Behind that was a black figure, SpringJack couldn't make out the face but it seemed vaguely feminine, and up in the air where he previously was, a dark-bird-shaped mass, hovering.<br/><br/>With growing terror he crouched to jump again (another hiss of bio-energy cutting the air above his head) but then realised the newcomers weren't facing him. They were facing his pursuers.<br/><br/>His enemies apparantly knew the newcomers better than Jack did. And they were scared.<br/><br/><br/>With a yell of surprise and recognition, one of them sprang at<strong>Black Widow</strong>quick as a flash. He was heavy built and was wearing a rounded helmet. A tiny miasma of electrical motes surged up and over his body, apparantly static charges coursing over his suit as he tried to grapple the infamous Black Widow. He was known as Tic (short for static) to his teammates, and no doubt he was trying to make himself more famous by taking down a reknowned super spy.<br/><br/>Biot was a disgusting man before he was turned by Apocalypse's judgement serum, and now he was acting no different. With a belch, he projectile-vomited a chunk of vaguely acidic-looking matter into the air, aimed straight for<strong>Darkbird</strong>. His grinning pale face was smattered with specks of his own burning stomach matter.<br/><br/>Scales, picking himself up from where SpringJack had temporarily squashed him, pitched himself at full-run for the<strong>Crimson Dynamo</strong>. He bellowed "For Apocalypse! For the ender of worlds!" and attempted to ram the massive armoured suit, his skin turning to greyish scales underneath his clothes, hardening to a marble-like density.<br/><br/>While all this was going on, Tubes still concentrated his apparantly unlimited fire on SpringJack. But the Terror of London was given heart by the three new distractions.<em>Could this be the resistance? I was kinda hoping for the Cap, Stark and the norse god actually...no wait they wouldn't have cared about me...maybe Magneto or Gambit or someone more morally grey who could sympathise...</em>His musings were cut short as another of Tube's blasts drove through the snow at his feet.<br/><br/><em>Get a grip, Jack! Exploit the chaos! Do what you always did best!</em><br/><br/>Turning fully on his heel he sprung into the air at an angle over Tubes head, yellow energy beams cutting through the space underneath his feet. Approaching his enemy with nanoseconds to spare, SpringJack spat out a cloud of bluish-white gas, forcing Tubes to flinch and sputter before the Imp of Islington collided with him, using his claws to try and slash the super soldier's skin open.<br/><br/>"Confusion! Infamy! Chaos! Yaaaargh!"<br/><br/><br/><br/>