<div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad297/Jubei_NFRP/Characters/WarMachine_zps4c21aca6.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: James Rhodes / War Machine<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Stark Tower<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: War Machine armoring<br/><hr/>Just when James had been feeling a trifling bit bored silently observing his supposed teammates, a crackle of golden electricity ignites in the center of the room. Lightning reflexes honed over the years of military experience forces the man's armored visor to close and immediately activate the internal energizers built into his gauntlets. Glowing from the center of both palms is a shutter port charging the repulsor rays held within as a portly, flamboyant man emerges from what his scanners identify as an inter-dimensional rift. James's first impression of the self-proclaimed 'Time Broker' is he looks more like a circus master than a transdimensional being. The man speaks of Dr. Doom, apparently one of the many high-priority enemies of the Avengers, has managed to travel to a parallel reality and has claimed dominance over that reality. It seems as though the Avengers were rarely tasked with something simple.<br/><br/>"Ok I'll be the one to say it... Why should we trust you 'Time Broker'? You appear out of thin air, literally, claiming we need to go resolve an issue in a different reality. For all we know this could be a wild goose chase meant to kill one of us. Where do you get your information?" War Machine demands, keeping his repulsor rays locked on the portly man ready to fire at the first sign of hostility.