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Character Portrait: Rosetta Juarez Character Portrait: Martin Bruntz Character Portrait: Rebecca Howlett Character Portrait: Tennessee Brannon Character Portrait: Klaus Wagner
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Tennessee Brannon had been here before. The fading light over the desert was hazy, but clear at the same time. She'd been here only a few minutes, laying prone with the barrel of her SR-25 Designated Marksman Rifle extending forward, but it had been hours since she arrived. She knew, vaguely, that she was dreaming, as she had dreamed the same dream a hundred times before. The scene was familiar, a memory from her past imposed on to her sleeping mind. Below her, a small valley extended perhaps three-quarters of a mile, a small village situated in the middle with a stream running through it. Her unit was down there, along with two others from the Fighting 69th, kicking down doors looking for a small time local warlord by the name of Al Hakam, The Judge. She trained her sights on them, looking for any hostile intent from the locals, most of whom were simple farmers or goatherders who did not expect to be handcuffed to their beds while foreign soldiers sifted through their belongings when they woke up in the morning. Still, her unit had their orders, and intelligence was certain that Al Hakam was somewhere in this village.

Ten's unit had just finished with one house, and was about to move on to the next when she saw it. A grenade. There was no mistaking it, RKG-3 russian anti-tank grenade, made by the good ol' Soviet Union. Someone from a rooftop further down the row had tossed it in a tall arc, straight towards the unsuspecting soldiers. Ten didn't hesitate. Her first shot rang out, striking the grenade and causing it to explode midair. Her second shot echoed over her unit's cries of, "Grenade!" and struck the assailant square in the chest, blasting him back and into the wall behind him. Gunfire erupted all around her unit, as insurgents that had been laying in wait all hopped up and began the ambush in earnest. She counted thirty before she spotted the two technicals speeding into town at her unit's rear. She adjusted her rifle and fired, punching a three inch wide hole through the engine block of the nearest technical, sending it careening into a sandstone wall. The second technical rounded the corner, narrowly avoiding the wreck of the first, and came into sight of the small squad of U.S. soldiers. The gunner on the back opened fire, his .50 MG rounds tearing into the nearest soldier. Ten's rifle let loose another round, and the gunner and driver of the technical slumped over, dead. Rather than crash, the second technical slowed to a stop, and the passenger didn't even have time to get out before he was ripped to shreds by gunfire.

Seconds later, an explosion ripped through the air, and Ten felt a blast of heat to her left. She looked over to see the smoking remains of the second unit's overwatch nest. She didn't even see a rocket or a grenade, but she wasn't going to risk the same happening to her, so she hopped up, slung the DMR over her shoulder, retrieved and readied her M4A1 carbine from it's position on the ground, and started down the valley towards her team.

By the time Ten reached the outskirts of the village, she could see green smoke emanating from one of the two story buildings, indicating her team's position, and that they had called in some form of air support. Though she couldn't tell from this distance, she figured the other two units were at least in the proximity of the green smoke, and figured it would be in her best interest to get there before the air support came raining death. She moved through the streets as quickly as she could while still being cautious. There were bodies strewn about, and as she came to the location of the initial ambush, she found the bullet ridden corpse of her squadmate, who she now recognized as Mick "Hotdog" Denny. She let out a silent prayer as she passed. After the insurgents were taken care of, they'd need to collect the bodies, but in the middle of an ambush there simply wasn't time.

Just as she was rounding the corner to get on the right street, another explosion tore through the air, the fire consuming the second unit as they were moving into the secured building. Gunfire was erupting in all directions, and the air was thick with bullets. Ten leveled her carbine and fired, putting three 5.56x45mm NATO rounds into the chests of three insurgents between her and her team. With a good amount of luck, she found herself reunited with her team, half of whom were injured or missing. She was informed that team three had also been wipe out before even making it to the building, and that the QRF was still 20 minutes out.

The ensuing firefight seemed to last years, as everyone who could hold a gun was pouring bullets into the seemingly endless waves of enemy combatants, until they on their last magazines, and forced to run. At last, like an angel from heaven, the air support helicopter appeared, loosing it's rockets and unloading it's dual miniguns into the chaos below. However, before it could do any real damage, a streak of red fire burst from behind another building and streaked into the cockpit, igniting the air within and causing a third explosion to tear apart the helicopter from within. Having never seen such a weapon before, and eager to kill whoever just used it, Ten found herself separated from her team once again. She rounded the corner to where the streak had come from with her M4 drawn when she was met with a burst of heat and a firecracker sized explosion directly in front of her. Instinctively dropping, her M4 tumbled away as she rolled to the side to avoid another tiny explosion. This time, she followed the red streak back to it's source, and was surprised to see a just a man holding out his empty hand, not a weapon in sight. In a second, she recognized him as Al Hakam, and in another, she realized he was a mutant, like her brother and, unknown to her at the time, herself. She drew and fired her sidearm in one swift motion, just as he was preparing to launch another explosion at her, her bullet tearing through his firing hand, shattering bone and spraying blood and skin all about. He shrieked in pain, but before she could loose another shot, bolted across the distance between them and tackled her, knocking her gun aside. He was far faster than any human could be, but she quickly realized that, like his explosive bolts, he needed to charge up first. She kicked him off and flicked a knife into her hands like some sort of magic trick. As Hakam recovered, he drew a long dagger from an ornate sheath with his left hand, and grinned.

The two of them eyed eachother cautiously, not wanting to rush into the first move and make a mistake. Knife fighting was like a dance, but one where stepping on your partner's toes meant death or, at the very least, loss of an eye. Al Hakam could bolt forward with extreme speed, but just before, his charge up was extremely obvious, and when he made the first move, a speedy attempt at running her through with his dagger, Ten saw it coming a mile away, and easily sidestepped, sending him careening into a wall. Then he came at her with surprising ferocity, and the tip of his knife bit her skin more than once. They danced about for several more seconds before Ten caught his wounded hand and jammed her knife in the open wound, then dragged it up his arm, prompting a terrifying shriek of agony to escape his lips. She couldn't remove her knife, however, and Hakam brought his dagger down to bear on her. Though she twisted away, the blade tore into her left side, quickly soaking her torn clothes with blood. She stumbled back and fell into the dirt. Weaponless and weary, she fumbled for one of her guns or anything to use as a weapon as Hakam loomed over her. He was about to bring his dagger down when, in desperation, she held up her hands and, as if by magic, a crude blade formed in her hands and impaled Hakam as he fell on her. It was at this moment that she realized that she, too was a mutant. It was also at this moment that Lynch and the QRF arrived, just in time for them to see her magically create a sword from thin air.

Lynch gazed at her with his trademark empty eyes. Something about him had always unnerved her, but she couldn't quite place it. His gaunt stare, his silent walk, or his excessively polite speech, all of it sort of worked in tandem to create a creepy figure that fit perfectly for his role as government spook. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but all that came out was, "BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ"

Ten's eyes shot open and she sat up in bed immediately. She hated that dream. Or memory. Dream memory. It was always the same, except perhaps her friend's deaths. They've been getting more and more gruesome over the years. She glanced around the strange room, unaware for a second where she was, before remembering that she had arrived at Xavier's the day before, late at night, and was given a spare staff room to sleep in by the headmistress. She did admit, it was far nicer than the weapon filled back of her van, and the bed was a nice change to metal van floor. Her clock read 7:00 AM. She was told there would be a press meeting at 6:30 that she could attend, so naturally, she set her alarm for half an hour past that. It was that she disliked press meetings, it was that she absolutely could not stand them, at all. She rose now, though, eager to shake off her dream and make proper introductions with the others around the campus.