<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/682703493682081792/2MWpsaIy_400x400.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Spitfire<strong></strong></strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>Running outside<br/><strong>Group</strong>Masks<br/><strong>Action</strong>Evacuate<br/><br/>Spit shoot from between her lips in an impressive display of salivary manipulation.  Disgust etched onto her lips when the man ran from his duly designated beat-down at her hands.  Knuckles popped in frustration and the flickering beeps only added to her annoyance.  One hand slammed down on a desk so that the wood splintered and it eventually snapped in half while the growl sounded loudly from her throat.<br/><br/>“Everybody out!”<br/><br/>Spitfire rushed toward any of the hostages lagging behind.  One hand grasping them by whatever clothing so that she could launch them out and after the others Red Wasp was leading.<br/>