<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>Darkbird, Black Widow<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Khutulan heard the message, and she more or less ignored it. Being who she was, it was obvious that she knew who Tony Stark was and she pretty much took the party line in believing Tony Stark was nothing more then an insufferable billionaire braggart, which was actually all basically true, but she, being herself, took it all as a negative. For her, right now, she was more concerned with the tangible. Such as his mention that communications might be more reliable. The Westerners were always good with tinkering with technology and other support roles, while leaving folks like her to do the real fighting. Just like they did with Hitler and Hirohito and Napoleon and the Mongols before that. It is always Russia that must be thes sacrificial Christ of nations while the rest of the West enjoyed the benefits of their vigilance and suffering.<br/><br/>Undoubtedly Tony Stark was likely in some tall tower of luxury, dispensing orders like a post-apocalyptic playboy.<br/><br/>Meanwhile she was stomping down the streets of ruinous Moscow, making a steady beeline towards the asylum where the magnetic pulse occurred. Once there, she'd find Magneto and any of these other mutants and smash them. It was a simple enough plan. One hard to misinterpret.<br/><br/>Before she cleared a block though, a disruption to her simple plan occurred. It started off innocuously enough, as nearby a building collapsed and she was immediately wary, as her sensors started to ping and detect thermal and energy signatures in the darkness, well out of her line of sight which looked like projections of energy or weapons exhaust. A battle or explosion or something along those lines had occurred. And unless the mutants were fighting each other, doubtful really, that meant there was a fight, or a massacre.<br/><br/>Immediately she faced a crisis. Continue on towards the asylum and her main objective, or take a short side cut and investigate. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She had a sense that there were people there that needed help. She made a snap decision and headed towards the location of the collapsed building.