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Spook raised an eyebrow in confusion as the male backed away and said something about purifying something, or whatever it was. Unsure about what was going on, he stayed where he was, even as the fog descended upon them. Remembering what the hydrokinetic had said earlier, Spook deduced that it was most likely that he was the one behind this otherwise natural phenomenon. As the thick screen of fog obscured his vision, the youth called out both their names in understandable anxiety. "It's fine, mate. I'm still here. Just follow the sound of my voice," he replied.

"Non hostile mutant coming through!"

The voice startled Spook a little as he swiftly turned his head in the direction it came from. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realised that it wasn't another wave of trigger-happy soldiers. "Good to know. I'm right over here!" he called back to the fellow Mutant. When everyone was close enough to be seen in the fog, the former scientist voiced his opinion of the current situation. "As you all know, standing around is not going to be safe for any of us, especially when we lose the cloud cover," he began, his voice becoming more serious in tone. "Luckily, I have a plan. It's not much, but bear with me, people. Basically, we just stick together and get the hell out of the immediate area. Who's with me?" Allowing his grin of questionable sanity to return to his face, he stared at the other people as they made their replies.