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”They're not looking for a fight, they're looking for help." Echo cocked his head, and Felix turned his head to face him, nodding. Echo knew these sorts of things. One of the heroes nodded desperately, and Phobia asked a question that settled on Felix’s mind, too.
“Who exactly is coming?” Felix glanced at the elevator doors as Raven entered, immediately gauging the situation.
“Also, why should any of us help any of you?” She seemed to clench her gun a little tighter, unafraid to use it. Felix felt a growl in the back of his throat. She had a point, these heroes had done nothing for them, they seemed to help the very people who he despised.
And yet… He turned back to the frightened group, noticing again their frazzled and hurt state. He set his backpack down on the floor slowly. There was a first aid kit in it, because of the hazards of the kitchen, but Felix didn’t reach into it to help just yet, still wary of the strangers before him. Spence, the man he met before seemed to stumble on his feet a bit, eyes glazed with the look of drugs or poison. Felix cleared his throat.
“Why should you help? They've come for us, who the hell do you think will be next? This wasn't some hero thing, they just want rid of mutants. Once we're out of the way, you'll be next. If you help, we can help you stop them, save your asses. But if you don't, you're all as good as dead.” Spence wobbled, and Ferral responded, asking about traps. Despite what little he knew of the intentions of the people before him, and their poor state, Felix felt for them. He had been in the same situation nearly two years ago now, and it hadn’t ended up well for him. Still, he had to agree with Ferral, and Cinder, who piped up afterwards, what if this was all a trap? He made his decision as he saw Cinder relax her stance only slightly, she was right, these people couldn’t fight back anyway.
“If someone truly is coming, I can track them, you just need to tell me where you saw them last and who they are.” It may have been a rash idea, but these heroes had entered THEIR headquarters, and it didn’t seem as though they had made any real attempt to cover their tracks. ”you’ve basically lead them straight to us, I’m sure, but if we can prevent any conflict, might as well.” He shrugged his shoulders and turned to each of his comrades, trying to gauge their reactions. He didn’t want to help these people, not at all, and they could probably tell that by his stance and the tone of his voice, but he’d be damned if he let the one solid place in his life since prison go to shit. This, he felt, could be their safest option. He looked back at the heroes, anything they could tell him about their attacker would be helpful enough to get a "scent". With little information, Felix could use his astral form to locate almost anything. He settled in for a long night after the long day he already had. This was something he was good at, but that didn't mean it would be easy. All he needed to start, was solid info.