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Reed Richards paces through his laboratory on the upper floors of the Baxter Building - stopping at each experiment to make sure they are operating within appropriate parameters, checking the readouts to interpret results, adjusting the antimatter containment fields.

The quiet hum of the machinery filling the room is interrupted by the klaxon of the building's security alarms. Before he can even stretch to the security monitors, a section of the roof caves in.

An outstretched limb grabs a blaster pistol kept nearby in the event of attack, as he peers into the cloud of dust.

"We prefer our visitors to register at the front desk.."

Date: 2007-04-05 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uneasy-rider.livejournal.com
Night comes. The change happens.

Before others can react a flaming skill bursts through the nearest barrier between the team and outside. Ghost Rider is aiming a wicked looking gun at Maestro, ready to cover those who need it.

Date: 2007-04-05 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rogue-starsr.livejournal.com
Sarah is limping towards the jet, and there's obviously others in the line of fire. no one looks overly likely to be still trying, or at least not able to stop the Maestro from leaving, since his apparent intent is heading out with richards, rather than crushing them all.

Date: 2007-04-06 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] proteus-maximus.livejournal.com
A slightly wobbly-looking Morph glides slowly back towards the Quinjet.

"Apparently, they call him Maestro because of his soccer skills.."

Date: 2007-04-10 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bub-snikt.livejournal.com
Wolverine is pulling a chunk of girder out of his gut.

The Maestro's gone, but he's got his scent.

"More like he thinks he's in control."

Then, he looks at his communicator, leaning against a wall as his body heals up.

"Looks like Banner's little band might have somethin' for us. We could use a break about now."

Date: 2007-04-10 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com
Raven has a cigarette in her hand, but she can't find her lighter. She stares at the cigarette in frustration. All this destruction and there aren't any damn fires. She shakes her head then just eats the thing.

"I don't even know where to start fighting that thing. If Banner has any ideas, I'm all ears."

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