The sun was starting to set on yet another day that had been. For some, it had been an emotionally stressful day and for others, it was a dangerous day that still had unprecedented events ahead of it.
Back at the Scarred X sect, the new arrival of refugees had arrived. The remaining teens from the Cold Flame Gang that stayed with Phoenix finally made their way to the sect's base. Damion welcomed them with open arms and assigned them to their respective areas of expertise while he handled some important business.
In a large, enclosed, metallic cage sat Bruce, the mutant that was taken out two days ago. He had just woken up from his unconscious slumber with a throbbing headache. He tried moving his arms but they were chained to the wall and were pretty stiff. "Augh, what happened? Where am I? What is this place?" He asked himself as he tried to recall what happened.
