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 Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:25 am
 Somewhere a mile off the coast of Ryker's Island...As day turns to night, the shift change commences for the Ryker's security staff. Being that they were more prone to jail breaks during the evening hours, the security personel double, watching every corner of the prison. Little did the security know, this pattern had been closely observed through the eyes of a Doombot that had been on patrol for the past week around the island. The plotting had started weeks ago when a meeting of the minds gathered in Latveria...3 Weeks ago..."...And why is it that Doom should lend you a hand in all of this? What is your stake in this? I see... My resources? Infinate. I'm not one to commit such petty crimes such as this but your assistance may come to good use. This of course will take planning on both our ends. Of course you understand... I shall send my Doombots to inform you when we strike..."Present...Flying in towards the island at a safe and slow speed with the use of his jet powered boots, Doom closes in towards his intended destination. With weeks of scouting done, he had found a weak spot around the islands security. If he were to make his preemptive strike with little known about his pressence, he would have to go in the direction he was coming from considering the glowing flames from his boots under the nights sky. Reaching for his left arm, he presses a button on his metalic glove to set his pawns in position. He then stops and hovers 100 feet away from shore. Crossing his arms with an unimpressed tone he says, "You're late..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 2:52 am
Incoming from 200 feet away...Levitating across the huge body of water that separated Ryker's Island from Manhattan using his mutant ability to manipulate magnetism, he floats standing vertically with his arms reaching out making his body resemble a cross shape. His palms facing up, he brought two smaller metalic vehicles that were seemingly floating in mid-air. Spiraling slowly around his body. He was nearing the prison...3 Weeks ago..."My goals are quite simple and as always it involves the mutant agenda. Freeing my mutant comrades does not interfere with your plans one bit, infact, it should prove to be quite benificial... Yes, agreed this would require a bit of planning on both our ends. As you can see, I require your resources to infiltrate and free my mutant brothers. Do we have a deal...?"Present...Passing Doom up as he hears him say those words, "You're late", he gives no response. Instead he hovers in a stationary position making the water bellow him ripple away from his force. Awaiting a moment, he gazes upon the area Doom had so nicely sought out for him. He was having second thoughts on the small chance that Doom would betray him. The freedom of his team members meant more however if he wanted to recruit underground.
Using his mutant powers, he raises his arms as the cars suddenly stiffin up, then gets crushed in to a large spherical ball. "It begins..." With that said he hurls his huge metal car ball towards the weak area of the prison, motioning with his arms.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 4:44 pm
 Hears The Guards outside his cell, scamper away to the noise. His eyes open and they flash a glowing stare as his lip less grin is all but daunting to the prisoner across the way.
"Those Amerikans...zhey think they're so safe with me locked away. Zhey made a mistake placing me in this cell. This prison will not hold me for long. bawhahahaha-hahahaar!
Red Skull's concentration turned to a guard, drunk and stammering towards the commotion. Red Skull calls him over to his cell. Without thinking about how close he was to Red Skull's cell the guard was then knocked out and his keys and clothes were stolen. Red Skull switched places with the drunken guard...
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