<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v180/Arrash/DR/Scott.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scott Summers | Cyclops<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City: Hellfire Club Exterior<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown blazer |White dress shirt | Denim jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ororo Monroe, Emma Frost |<em>Mentioning:</em>Sebastian Shaw, Mister Sinister, Jean Gray, Madelyne Prior<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Scott always enjoyed being behind the wheel of a car.  It allowed him to both drift off in thought while focus on something simultaneously.  A way of letting go and do something without having to think about it.  It would never compare to the sensations he felt in the cockpit of a plane or a jet but it still held it's place of solace to him.  Of course, with the streets of New York City, one had to extend a small margin of care compared to other cities, but it wasn't enough to shake his resolve or his peace.  It was a casual drive for Scott and he would enjoy every moment it lasted.<br/><br/>With him was his dearest friend Ororo, a woman of African ethnicity that had been in the team long enough to secure herself as second-in-command should something force him to leave the team again.  A woman capable of controlling the weather and called herself Storm.  If only she could control the maelstrom that thrashed about in his mind.  He was well aware that the majority of the team frowned upon the actions he had done with Emma who now sat across him in the passenger's seat looking every-so-lovely.  All his life, he had been tiptoeing the lines with various women: Madelyne, Jean, Emma... he wasn't sure if he was happy now, but he knew he was happy with Emma.<br/><br/>"Focus," he told himself internally to calm the thoughts collecting in his head.  "Now is not the time."<br/><br/>It was true.  The three of them were in the vehicle for a reason and that was to look into the deaths of the members of the Hellfire Club.  Prime suspect was Selene and Sebastian Shaw.  Scott tried his best to never show his feelings for the latter, a man he considered to be nothing but a danger to the world.  He not only had his powers but he had influence, money and power.  The extents Sebastian could go disturbed him down to the very core.  He and Mister Sinister were behind a lot of his emotional complications and they carried over into even now.  They were behind a lot that had happened with Jean and what  ultimately drove him into the arms of Emma.<br/><br/>When they drove into the parking space and exited the vehicle, Scott adjusted his dress shirt's collar which was left unbuttoned at the top and absent of a tie.  He wasn't one to be strictly formal and felt himself more comfortable in casual wear.  Yet, one does not simply enter the Hellfire Club like any common rabble you'd find on the streets.  He had to look decently presentable.  Despite his choice of attire, he made his way around the vehicle to open the door for Emma, who was once the White Queen of this place, and would prove a vital asset in this investigation.  She was the only reason he had any real investment in this as well, though he questioned why Ororo was here.  Surveillance maybe?<br/><br/><em><strong>"I look okay, right?"</strong></em>He asked Emma when he opened the door and offered his hand to bring her out of the vehicle like a proper gentleman.