<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 12:10 pm<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/>Warren didn't hesitate.<br/><br/>He scooped up the fallen man. His wings spread wide and launched him into the air.  "Incoming," he announced  into his communicator.  He headed towards the mansion.  "The driver that hit Mystique just dropped dead on the shoulder and it wasn't natural causes.  Not sure if he was a 'one and done' agent or he blew a poison capsule in the accident.  I'm bringing him in. "<br/><br/>He swung low over Jimmy as he carried Mystiques car off the road.  "Warpath!  This wasn't an accident!  This guy just poisoned himself!"<br/><br/>The doors opened automatically to allow Warren inside.  Several quick turns and the landed in the infirmary, moving from flying to walking so smoothly that he made it look seamless.<br/><br/>"Anybody want to do an autopsy or should be let Hank have all the fun?"  He laid the corpse down on one of the bed.<br/><br/>He looked over at the blue shapeshifter.  "Afternoon, Mystique.  Want to tell us who wants you dead, so we know who's going to be coming to try and kill you?"