In the dead of night

[harley]

The warehouse never looked better. The man ran inside, and instantly was surrounded by faces. Without word, he pushed past them, sat in a chair, and didn't look at anyone. One of the faces spoke, daring to ask the question, "How'd it go, boss?" The man slowly raised his left arm, and the face cringed. The arm was completely seared off, from the biceb down, and gave off a terrible smell of burnt flesh. Harley looked with pleasure at the sight of disgust on the man's face, then said, "How the hell do you think it went?"

[harley]

The forest may have been cold, but to Harley, nothing had ever seemed quite so welcoming. He would've loved it, had it not been for the fact that one of his arms was missing. "d**n, I just figured it out." Harley slapped himself in the head for not realizing it. The man behind him spoke up. "What is it, Harley?" Harley smirked. "Tork, come with me.... we're going to pay the students of Xavier High a little visit..."

[Luke]

**OOC**: *inserts ominous music, then leaves* LOL