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Clarice Ferguson	A conference room in a New York hotel has been prepared for this meeting - with refreshments laid out on a table along one walls, and notepads and pens distributed to the tables. Packets of information, including maps that show the locations of various Bianyi Jingcha offices in China - one in each province. There are pitchers of ice water, along with carafes of coffee and tea. A selection of fruit, pastries, and cheeses are laid out - including fresh apple fritters, always popular on Asteroid M. The tables are aranged in a large square, allowing everyone to see each other, facilitating a free discussion.     Clarice stands near one of the chairs, holding a cup of coffee, her gaze sweeping the room as she makes sure that everything was in place as she'd want it to be.
Diana Prince	Wonder Woman is in attendance, though she's dressed casually in a red leather jacket with a black top on beneath it, a pair of dark red denim jeans and some simple leather heeled shoes that boost her up over six feet in height by a couple more inches. Her dark hair is tied back in to a loose ponytail and she's holding a cup of tea she just garnered from the items set out. She settles in to a chair at the table and lets her eyes roam over the others in attendance offering light small and short smiles to those who look back her direction.
Mystique	Arriving early to offer what assistance she can, Mystique is not entirely herself. She wears a tailor fitted business suit in black, with a white blouse and black leather pumps on her feet... and they are real clothes. Where her cobalt skin is visible, small remainders of healing wounds are visible, the skin looking like layers have been flaking off. Sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, she looks for all the world like everything is just perfect, not a thing wrong with her, nope, not one thing. Sipping her coffee the watches Clarice getting everything set up, just right, preparing for the first meeting that the magenta mutant is in charge of.
Henry McCoy	Henry was also in attendance. He was wearing khakis, a polo shirt and extra wide tennis shoes - almost normal, save for the feline features and royal blue fur. He found himself a seat, and eased into it carefully. The chair protested, just barely. He nodded to Wonder Woman, Clarice and Mystique. The latter is given a careful once over with his eyes, making sure she's still on the mend. His claws tap gently on his mug of coffee, awaiting more attendees or for the briefing to start.
Morrigan MacIntyre	A wizard is never late...well that's good because Morrigan's not a Wizard. No matter what Sam says. The tall redhead is dressed in a simple black business dress with a lavender colored belt and black heels that give her a few more inches. So many tall folks today! The Irish woman gives a nod of greeting to those that have arrived before her and then she moves to find herself a seat where she crosses one knee over the other and settles back into the seat while awaiting things.
Clint Barton	Arriving at the designated place for the meeting, Clint is dressed somewhat casually - Though he's wearing a suit jacket, pants and a button front shirt, he isn't wearing a tie today. He makes his way into the room and takes a seat, nodding to those already in the room. He's carrying a small tablet that he sets on the table in front of himself and activates. It projects a holographic interface above it, currently showing the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo. He sits back in his chair and looks around at the attendees and new arrivals, nodding to himself as he sees the turnout from many different groups today.
Tim Drake	There are no Bats in New York City. Plenty of the actual animals, sure, but aside for the Dark Knight himself, generally the rest of them keep to the familiar gothic landscape of their home turf.     So, again. There are no Bats in New York City.     However, there is a small contingent of Outsiders (and technically one Outsider-adjacent) present, having landed on the rooftop of the hotel some time previously and made their way unseen to the conference room. How could they have managed such feats?     Well, they have a jet with an advanced stealth mode, and then there was a brief period where one of the elevators was out of service. It's kind of boring once you pull back the curtain.     Red Robin had, prior to Wonder Woman taking a seat, not made a decision regarding if he was going to take a page out of Batman-the-protector-of-Gotham's book and brood in a corner or Batman-the-Justice-League-member and sit down like an actual normal person. But following Diana's lead, he slips into a chair and narrows his eyes, behind the opaque white lenses of his domino mask.     He subvocalizes a quick "<<I wasn't expecting to see any Justice League presence here,>>" to Anarky, quietly relieved, and then twists a little in his seat to glance back at Orphan. His chin lifts at her slightly, and then his head tilts towards a chair in silent offering, even though he doubts she'll sit.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia arrived with Mystique to the conference room, wearing a simple charcoal grey pencil skirt and cream colored blouse. On her feet are a pair of black pumps which gives her an extra inch or two of height, which means that she's not as short as she usually is. She makes her way to one of the chairs and sits next to her girlfriend, giving a nod to those attending that she knows, then she sets about in making herself some tea.
Cassandra Cain	Oh, heavens no, no sitting. The asian chick who came along with Red Robin, quiet and hooded, hides her face in simple darkness. She's leaned against a wall, arms crossed, and doing as little as she can to attract attention. The only things which might be even noticed of her are the exact balance, the way she never seems to be more than a nanosecond from motion, and they perfect way her hood is angled. She can see everyone, every entrance, and is apparently not moving from that position. It's like someone posted a turret and it's waiting for movement in order to engage systems. She makes a good show, but if there were a kitten she'd probably make smoochy faces at it.
Lonnie Machin	One of Red Robin's entourage is... some guy. He's wearing a black ballistic tee with a red anarchy symbol on it, and over that, an armored black leather jacket with a hood, with decals all over it. On the back, another anarchy symbol patch with other decals sewed and pinned to it. A rider that says 'Gotham 1989' and 'L'insurrection est le plus saint des devoirs' among a sea of other symbols and patches - Antifa, Dead Kennedys, Rage against the Machine, The Clash, Woody Guthrie, others - along with his neutral bone-white mask, black gloves, camo pants, heavy boots. He puts a reassuring hand on Red Robin's shoulder, briefly, and then stands at his full height, with one hand behind his back.
Erik Lensherr	Striding into the room dressed in a nicely tailored suit, Erik takes the seat beside Mystique. His gaze sweeps over all those in the room, a slight smile appearing when he sees how many people have come to hear, and hopefully set a plan of action to deal with the plight of mutants in China. For once, he does not take control of the situation, instead looking to Clarice with a nod, allowing her to take the lead in this.     Leaning a bit towards Mystique, he murmers quietly "Quite a turnout, I'm both surprised and gratified at the same time."
Michael Erickson	Behind Erik, similarly outfitted in a well-tailored if anonymous gray suit, Michael enters, likely among the most unknown of quantities. He stands by the door, then, hands at his sides, content to be...well. Furniture. Decades of bodyguard work affords him the ability to be seen but not heard.
Mortimer Toynbee	Mortimer Toynbee has ruined every nicely tailored suit he ever owned. Or would have, had he ever owned one. Instead, he wears a greasy pair of mechanic's overalls, canary yellow in hue, over a T-shirt that appears to have once shown his allegiance to the Sex Pistols, although he has put X's over the eyes of Johnny Rotten with strips of duct tape. His long hair is pulled up into a topknot and he whistles as he sees some of the assembled people. "Best an' brightest, goodie goodies to the brim, don't mind me, guvs, just a bit o' old bubble gum stickin' to Mystique's stylish Brotherhood shoe, I'm on me saintly behavior as per re: the boss lady and, o' course," he flicks his eyes towards Magneto and swallows, "others. Fightin' the good fight right alongsides ye will I be, yes, yes, indeed," he says, coughing at the last and spitting a large puddle of phlegm down by his feet, "Oops, sorry 'bout," he says, crouching down with his overlong legs and pulling out a soiled rag to try and mop up his sticky fluids.
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice smoothes out the light green blouse she's wearing tucked into a black skirt, glancing around the room at the various people who've gathered. Most are familiar to her - though some only by reputation. She meets the eyes of those she's friendly with, offering a smile, as everyone settles in. Once it seems everyone is in place she says formally, "Thank you everyone for coming. The Brotherhood has discovered a situation that we feel needs to be handled swiftly for the safety and wellbeing of the people involved - but in the new spirit of cooperation and transparency we're hoping to foster, we welcome you all here to discuss it. In short, we've discovered that the Chinese government has been enslaving its mutant population for the past 60 years." She allows a moment of silence for everyone to absorb that thought, her gaze briefly straying to where Toad is trying to clean up his phlegm. Yeah, not going to comment on that.     "Chinese parents, when they discover their child has mutant gifts, are required to surrender their children to the care of the government. In return, they're granted a more lavish lifestyle and allowed to have as many children as they wish. Parents who try to hide their children are reported on by their neighbors and their children are taken from them. They are then 're-educated,' and branded as criminals for the rest of their lives, in addition to be sterilized. So I think you can see that the human rights violations taking place simply cannot be ignored. Our goals today are to discuss the best way of approaching the situation, and make a plan to put this... 'program' to an end. You'll find in your information packets locations where the 'Bianyi Jingcha' - the Mutant Police - have offices in China, one in each province. But additionally they have a few training facilities where the children are housed. We've already taken care of the facility where they housed the most uncooperative mutant in Beijing - as you may have seen in the news."
Michael Erickson	"You will be provoking an international incident." This from Michael, who tucks his hands behind his back. "If done overtly. I urge covert action, but then I usually do - what is the anticipated reaction from the global community if such well-known, easily recognized metahumans and allies are seen actively fighting forces of the Chinese government?"
Diana Prince	Diana is sipping from her tea when Clarice begins to speak. She looks to what is handed out, and considers the implications of what is being talked about here... She shifts a bit on her seat but sits up straighter. "This is a complicated subject." Diana says to Clarice firstly, her tone quiet. She glances to Mystique and Erik before looking back to Clarice. "My initial thoughts are the most we can truly do is help empower the people of China to push for change within their own nation. If the government of China discovers any ... operations from outside sources, their willingness to ever listen to a sense of reason will likely be entirely forfeit. I urge everyone here to proceed with a great deal of caution with regard to this concern...." She draws in a breath then and lowers her tea cup to the table.
Maxwell Wave	Maxwell is the epitome of a tagalong for this serious gathering of mutually interested parties. A regular on Dr. McCoy's labs, he caught wind of the situation and decided to arrive in big blue's shadow and mostly keep to himself on the periphery of the conference room. He might even make himself useful by helping fetch a pitcher of water too. He's wearing a blue motorcycle suit and dark goggles to prevent his mutation from distracting from the conversation. He listens intently as the briefing is given by Clarice. The young mutant's lip curl into a grave frown. He murmurs, "I guess the US government doesn't have a monopoly on poor treatment of Homo Superior."
Mystique	As Clarice begins to speak, Mystique sits back in her chair and leaves the coffee cup on the table. She's had first hand experience with how they handle the uncooperative mutants, and unlike three other uncooperative Chinese mutants that night, lived to talk about it. Her mind starts to play over what happened in their 'loyalty' camp in Beijing, and she almost scowls, but the mask stays in place. "They are torturing and killing mutants," she says slowly, calmly, looking up from the coffee cup to let her amber eyes search the face of each person present. "They take your DNA, the inject you with experimental substances, then they lock you in a room of pure radiation to observe the effects and when you die, they dissect your body." A pause is offered here, before she removes the jacket she is wearing and rolls up the sleeve of the blouse to reveal far worse healing wounds, and her skin is indeed flaking off as the skin on the arm is much worse. "This is the result of the Chinese Government's love for mutants. I agree that an international incident is not the best solution, but I will not allow this to happen to even one... more... mutant."
Cassandra Cain	The intensely quiet female behind Red Robin watches what's being said. Not listens to, watches. Though she might also be listening, it's just a bit more than can be addressed at the moment. She shifts slightly as Clarice covers things, then again as Mystique speaks. No words, though she does make some kind of sign towards Robin. Probably something he'd grasp, though the chance of deciphering it -now- is pretty low.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan listens to Clarice with a sobered expression on her face. She wasn't expecting this to be a social sort of gathering so it was just preparing herself for what Clarice and others were going to say. There is a soft breath let out at the gravity of the situation though. She sits forward and listens, no longer relaxing back against the chair. Her unnatural violet gaze shifts from one speaker to the next as she takes everything in. She didn't want to offer suggestions without thinking on things while others spoke up.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia doesn't think she'll ever get used to being in Magnito's presence. The man just has this aura of power about him that may not have anything to do with his mutant abilities. She gives him a respectful nod, and turns her attention back to the proceedings. She listens as people speak and nods at Mystique. "While I feel the same way, Diana has a point. This is way too large to do surgical covert strikes. We may be able to liberate a few mutants at a time, we're talking about an entire country.... one of the largest in the world... doing these things. They need to be stopped as a whole."
Clarice Ferguson	"So you would advise us to stand by, and watch, while the Chinese government enslaves, tortures, murders, and sterilizes their citizens?" Clarice answers Diana, her gaze intent. Perhaps diplomacy was not one of the young mutant's best skills. She falls silent to allow Mystique to speak, her gaze going to her mentor, and then back to Diana, and Michael.     "I would propose that we rescue the //children// currently in their 'care' - and from there we can take the slower, more diplomatic approach. But to stand by and allow them to continue to commit atrocities, when we're well aware of the situation? These are lives. Human lives." Mutant lives.
Clint Barton	Listening to Diana and the others, Clint nods and says "It's SHIELD's position that while any sort of open attack is not something we can take part in, we can help by setting up a sort of underground railroad, helping to smuggle mutants out of China and providing them new identities in Europe or the United States. We can send covert teams into China to help extract the mutants and their families. We can also exert pressure on the United Nations to impose sanctions against China as long as they are doing this to their own people."
Mortimer Toynbee	Mortimer Toynbee makes a gurgling snarl as Mystique exposes her injuries, foaming at the mouth just a little bit. If he were on a chain, he'd make it clatter, very much letting his more inhuman side to the forefront. He stomps one of his oversized feet and shuffles in place in frustration. He'd gotten to dish out a bit of suffering in return in China, but it wasn't enough to satisfy his appetite for destruction. "Flamin' turdish fool-ass sacks o' shite, gonna make 'em choke on it deep, deep, real deep, down in their guts deep, yessssssssss," he mutters, then smacks himself across the face with an audible crack. "Sorry."
Tim Drake	Of course, what was he thinking. It's very difficult to enact a proper Bat-brood when seated. Maybe Batman could pull it off, but Red Robin isn't even going to try. So he just shrugs one shoulder at Orphan before facing forward again.     He looks at the information packet handed out--and forwards snapshots from his HUD to Anarky so that he can read through it as well--before he closes it, and folds his hands together against the tabletop.     Movement in his peripheral has him twisting, faintly, and he nods once at Orphan in apparent understanding.     "Given the news coming out of Beijing last Friday, I'd guess the Chinese government is already aware that there is outside interference," he says, voice steady, if a bit grim. "Which limits both the time and options we might have otherwise had."     Red Robin tucks his fist against his chin, brow furrowed faintly above his domino mask. "Ideally this would have involved embedding double agents into this--Bianyi Jingcha," his accent is pretty decent, surprisingly enough, "So that we might be able to coordinate covert extraction teams at all of the flagged locations." He taps the handout. "Now, though, this probably won't be much more than a smash and grab."
Henry McCoy	Even with the truce and the change to the Brotherhood's methodology, Henry's eyes narrow just a touch as Erik arrives. Nothing is said, no other aggression - just old habits. "I've seen the affects of these 'scientific tests'." He says, even doing the air-quotes with his fingers. "Having been a test subject of someone equally as immoral, I won't allow this to happen either." A glance to Clarice. "Diplomacy is not a bad angle to start with - even if it is not the end of the actions taken. You know a few people with known faces, who are public mutants and spokespeople for our kind." He assures the magenta woman. A look around the room. "Even with diplomacy, it doesn't mean that other more active steps can't be taken. It might even serve as a wonderful diversion." A slight shrug from the blue fuzzy Beast. "And I certainly don't mind putting my proverbial neck on the line in terms of being a target."
Diana Prince	Diana tilts her head at Clarice's response to her. "I am not saying that. I am urging everyone to consider the complicated nature of what you are asking to do here." She responds as she looks to Clint and nods toward him. "I think your best course of action would be to send a group to work with SHIELD on this matter. SHIELD has contacts throughout the world that can help accomplish.... any number of possible work around solutions to what is being proposed here. It is far superior to trying to formulate something ... from the ground up, here, in this room, today."
Michael Erickson	"Agent Barton has the right of it in terms of strategy." This too from Michael who now purses his lips. "I've been on both sides of this equation, liberator and oppressor." He doesn't need to read the file; he knows this drill well. "Given the size of the operation, targeted liberation of high-value targets at the outset, fomenting a movement, is usually the most effective way to go forward while setting up a method of facilitating covert escape. There must be a movement, and movements need leaders. Figureheads. Telegenic ones, ideally." A look to Mystique. "I sympathize with your cause. But handling this in anything other than a deliberate manner will very likely trigger a massacre akin to the Genoshan Holocaust."
Maxwell Wave	Mystique receives a long discerning look from Max's goggles. He tilts his head in observation of the infamous mutant. His brow knits together in consideration. Lips pursing together, he can't help but nod in resolute agreement, a bang of brown jostling across his forehead. Similarly, he nods in agreement with Clarice. He murmurs again for his own benefit, "Some things just have to be done... violation of sovereignty or not..." He raises a foam cup of water to his lips and sips. He coughs and spits a little when Dr. McCoy describes himself as a 'target'. The young mutant frowns at Diana at the suggestion that SHIELD lead the way. Classic mutant suspicion of anything government related surfaces to his expression quickly.
Lonnie Machin	Anarky would really like to say something, but he promised Tim he'd let him do the talking, and right now nothing anyone here is doing has enraged him into shooting his mouth off. He starts sifting through documents and images with a flick of his eye, and starts making notes to start looking deeper into things and reaching out to some of the Hacktivist Collectives he knows to see if he can get anymore. He's already sending text messages.
Mortimer Toynbee	Mortimer Toynbee doesn't speak aloud again but does make a few mocking hand-puppets pretending to talk to each other in gibberish. Sufficed to say, he is not used to this 'diplomacy first' version of being in the Brotherhood and, while he'll abide by the rules laid out by his betters. Still, he's swallowing a lot of words, enough that he feels his stomach getting acidic and it lets out a gurgle that's likely audible throughout the room, a kind of noxious slurping squelch that can't be anything but obviously biological. "Spineless," he mutters, "Er, the clams I ates earlier. Spineless, boneless things. Go right down, but sometimes they swim about a bit fer awhile, like they don't know they been gobbed. Don't mean to offend delicate sensibilities," he murmurs.
Clarice Ferguson	"The problem with creating a 'movement' to protest the actions of the Chinese government is that it will, in all likelyhood, be external to China. The Chinese government controls its people, and the media there," Clarice points out, remaining standingg as she speaks.     "We're not opposed to a diplomatic solution. We're not opposed to creating a 'movement' of protests against the Chinese government's actions - but can't allow that to stop us from rescuing the most vulnerable individuals in this situation, which would be the children. The ones born with obvious mutations, like I was myself? Are taken into care from birth. If SHIELD has suggests for how we can 'covertly' liberate a facility filled with young children, then we will be happy to work with them."
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia remains silent for now. So far people are saying reasonable things and she doesn't have much to add to the conversation. Instead she takes a sip of her tea, and rests a hand on Mystique's thigh, giving her reassurance.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan's got a small track record of going and forcibly taking back children that groups have taken. She didn't have to worry about international incidents though due to careful planning. Her gaze goes to Toad when he gets a little chompy at the bit and then it's back to others. "The media in China would black out anything movement wise within the country. They've done that for years." she nods in agreement with Clarice. She then goes back to her quiet listening before adding anything else to the situation.
Diana Prince	Diana picks up the packet that was handed to her and she flips through it for a moment. Her eyes look back up though and she speaks up once more. "Are we talking about a single facility of children?" She inquires then. "Because that is a lot different than the entire population of mutants within the borders of the Chinese nation. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the latest estimates of mutant population is roughly five percent or less?" She glances around then. "That would mean there's roughly somewhere teetering on 70 million mutants within China... Of course that would be primarily adults, or young adults..."
Maxwell Wave	The voices of the Brotherhood have already made up Max's mind. He walks quietly over to a carafe of coffee and pours himself a cup. Leaning against the wall, he sips pensively as the variety of spokes people quip, offer resources, or simply toss in criticisms. His eyebrows raise over his goggles at the quick statistical analysis by Diana. The sheer scope of the problem clicks for the first time. He gulps a mouthful of coffee. "Where would we even put that many outside of China's borders..."
Michael Erickson	"Technological hurdles are irrelevant in this case," Michael asserts. "Satellites can be disabled or redirected in orbit. That sort of thing. The idea is to act in such a way that those camps don't turn into abbatoirs overnight." He shrugs. "Although again, I think we are leaping directly to violence when covert methods can be employed."     He glances to Maxwell. "There are always places. My concern is punitive action against a captive population. Humans do love their purges." He leans back, arms crossing over his chest. "A facility of children? I am yours. Anything else must require deep strategic planning - but I will offer assistance there as well."     There is, of course, the question of who he /is/ for the most part, but...
Erik Lensherr	With a slight shrug, Erik states calmly, "Last week I was only there to extract Mystique, but it made me realize that I had been spending far too much of my attention on the status of mutants in America. While we may not have quite the situation we want here, it is far worse elsewhere. It is not easy for my and mine to sit back and hope diplomacy works as our brothers and sisters are tortured and killed."     He gestures at Mystique, "Here we have a living example of how the Chinese government treats mutants. Had we not moved to rescue her, she would be dead right now. I have seen such things before, people being treated as nothing more than lab rats." He looks over the people at the table, "I imagine at least a few of you know what I am talking about."     When Diana brings up the size of the mutant population, he nods and adds, "Of course, it would be nearly impossible to grab that many people, especially given that some number of them are proud to be serving their country and do not want to be rescued. Be it brainwashing or actual patriotism, we will never get all of them out. I believe we should go ahead with any diplomatic solutions while working with SHIELD to set up a way to get mutants out. However, we need to get the mutants who are being experimented on, as well as the children taken from their parents, out as soon as possible. I cannot sit idle while my people suffer and die."     Glancing over to Maxwell, he replies, "For the moment, Genosha is available, as is Asteroid M. Once we decide what we are going to do, we can think about further locations if needed."
Tim Drake	There are a lot of (in)famous people present in this conference room right now, and Red Robin's HUD is briefly awash with notifications that hover over them all as facial recognition scans flag them and bring up their profiles. Which he, for the time being, flicks away with a quick sideways glance of his eyes, behind the lenses.     He folds his arms over his chest and sits back, attention split between sorting through the various thoughts, theories, and plans being put out there, as well as analyzing the info he has so far.     It's a lot.     "If the immediate target is the facility holding children, then--" Red Robin nods towards Mr. Erickson, in general agreement. "The biggest chance you have at avoiding a significant loss of life in retribution within China's borders is to leave absolutely no trace of any kind of mission. The kids, they need to just," and then he snaps his fingers, "Disappear from their custody. Confusing the Chinese government might provide enough time to start work on helping the rest of the mutant population there."     Red Robin's head tilts first one way, then the other, looking back at the two people flanking him. "So, we're talking a combination of stealth infiltration, tech ops, and whatever support along those lines that can be mustered via mutant, metahuman, or magical means," he says, but then he pointedly looks around the table. Not exactly his wheelhouse, beyond the first two things!
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice sips her coffee as Magneto speaks, her gaze trained on the man, her attention respectful. She nods in agreement before turning back to the others to clarify, "We are aware of two facilities housing children." She smiles a bit wryly as she adds, "Though those aren't marked in the packets, my apologies. We considered that particular information a little too sensitive. One of them houses and educates the young children. The other trains and prepares teens to 'serve their nation.' It is of course possible - and even likely - that many of these children would not be willing to leave. They've been fed a steady diet of propoganda about the grand role they serve in the future of their great nation.      "There's a third training facility - housing adults who are undergoing more advanced and specialized training. For the most part, though, I imagine the residents there would be true believers in the greatness of their nation."     She presses her lips together at the thought of managing a completely stealth operation. "Security is going to be tight. To leave no trace, no security footage, no witnesses... would be a rather daunting accomplishment."
Mortimer Toynbee	Mortimer Toynbee likely puts up a notification on Red Robin's database that includes a rather notorious rap sheet, including a variety of terrorist acts and multiple prison escapes. "A history of violence" they called it, one that predated his conversion to extremism, his embrace of terrorism, his fanatical devotion to the cause. A cause that may be pushing at the world with a gentler hand these days, a velvet glove, but he remains the same as he always was, a wretched and twisted claw best used to rip out throats. Knowing his rage and his disgust and his contempt for the increasingly diplomatic proceedings, the caution, the tippy-toes, the endless whimpering and mewling concern for the feelings and reactions of people who are ripping his people apart in the name of so-called science, who corraled them like overfat vermin awaiting the slaughterman's hammer, that knock-knock smack that makes the eyes pop out. Just like Toad's eyes were popping out, right now, veiny and bulbous and moist. "If we leave no trace...then how do we make them afraid?" he hisses low.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia nods in agreement with Clarice. "We'd need to get someone who is very tech savvy on the site to do that kind of thing." She turns to the general assembly. "Do we know anybody who could accomplish this?"
Clint Barton	"SHIELD is quite willing to start the diplomatic actions right away once the word is given, but that is not likely to be a quick process. I understand the point that mutants are dying and suffering daily, but as has been pointed out, a direct attack could bring retaliation against mutants. If China decides they would rather kill their mutant citizens rather than allow them to escape, this could turn ugly very fast."     Clint brings up a map on the holographic display centered on China, then with another gesture, red dots sprinkle themselves across the country. "These are mutant facilities SHIELD has been able to detect. Given the size of the country, you would need multiple teams to hit all of the labs and camps, and would have to deal not only with the Chinese government, but with those mutants who serve that government. You have to ask, "Am I willing to possibly kill mutants in order to save other mutants?"
Diana Prince	Diana continues to look through the packet as others speak, but once more after a second she looks up again. Her eyes go to Tim. She nods once to what he says before looking to Mystique, and then Clarice. "If you do not hide and conceal your identities you run the risk of becoming an international criminal. The United States will become pressured by the world to see to it that you are brought in to answer for what China will undoubtedly label as a crime." She closes the packet and sets it on the table. "I do not want my words to come across as if I do not care about the plight of mutant kind throughout our world. That could not be further from the truth. Mutants are suffering all across the planet, in places far far worse than even China's borders. I want to help find them and bring them to a safe harbor, but as a member of the United Nations, I must urge caution in what you decide to do on your own here."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan listens to Michael and others speak but the SHIELD consultant isn't a big tactician like others. She's processing information that is being talked on and looking through the packet of information that was given. Happy Harbor could take some, but there were complications there as well. She didn't want to say something that would be taken wrong.
Tim Drake	"Unfortunately, it's also the best case scenario to avoid the Chinese government retaliating," Red Robin says to Clarice, in response. "I'm aware what I'm suggesting is a massive undertaking."     Then he leans forward, elbows on the edge of the conference table he's seated at. "Fear has its purpose." This is directed to Mortimer, with very little inflection to his voice. "But fear can make people stupid. So either you frighten a country that possesses weapons of mass destruction and a standing army of 2 million, or you fail, and you make them angry instead." Both possibilities only serve to deepen the furrow fixed to his brow.     He leans back, and exhales slowly, before he looks back again towards Anarky and just... shakes his head. For whatever reason.
Maxwell Wave	Max looks like he's about to panic when others respond to his comment. The fact that one of those is the infamous Magneto himself gives him pause. He complexion goes a little pale, and he immediately turns around to refill his foam cup. All the while, he listens to Clarice's bleak assessment about the daunting task of a clean extraction. He calms as the conversation continues, and other personalities come to the forefront. The young man weighs the words of 'Kill mutants to save mutants'. Sighing a little, he murmurs into his cup, "I guess that's war."
Clarice Ferguson	"Unfortunately, it wouldn't be the first time I was forced to kill mutants to save mutants," Clarice offers simply. As for the matter of becoming an international criminal - hasn't some of her past actions with the Brotherhood seen to that already? "We can don disguises to conceal who we are - though for some of us, depending on our talents, that might be a little more challenging than others."     She takes another sip of her coffee, her gaze lingering on the map Clint projects. "So. It sounds like SHIELD wants to work on diplomacy - perhaps with the Justice League's assistance?" She asks, her gaze flickering between Clint and Diana.     "While the Brotherhood, SHIELD, and Red Robin work on a plan for the extraction of the children - as covertly as can be managed?"
Lydia Dietrich	"I would like to avoid killing as much as possible," Lydia says uncomfortably. Of all the representatives of the Brotherhood here, she seems to be the only one who's reluctant to go that far. "I understand that just increases the risk of being recognized but... still..."
Mortimer Toynbee	Toad stares down Red Robin for a long, long moment and his cheeks bulge for a second, swelling up like twin bubbles on either side, a full pack of Bubble Yum worth, all pink and almost transluscent as the skin stretches and then he closes his eyes and gives a long slow shudder and he gulps, three, four, five times, swallowing down the massive wad of sticky, toxic phlegm that had worked its way up from his gullet. He must not spit on the normies. He must not spit on the normies. He tilts his head slightly towards Mystique, having crouched near her feet, "Mum, might the Toad be excused?" he says weakly. "Seems I'm gettin' a might sick down in' me ol' guts. Somethin' I keep havin' t'swallow, methinks."
Michael Erickson	"Fear applied to the individual is useful," Michael says to Toad, nodding in agreement with Tim. "Make a government fear you, and there will be purgation squads. And not just for you."     Michael looks around the table. "Whatever path is chosen, the Brotherhood may call upon me. My talents are overt and covert alike. And, may I say to many of you at this table, I apologize for my former government's actions around this planet of late." He adds, "I am - was - a citizen of the Shi'ar Empire and a member of its military. But my skills are at the service of mutantkind nonetheless."     He doesn't show it, of course, but Toad's antics both interest - and repulse - him. Toxic spit, bestial features. Reminds him of old troops.
Morrigan MacIntyre	"I'd like to offer assistance where I can. Dipomacy, extraction or otherwise." Morrigan states. Then she falls silent while Toad is trying to hack up whatever hairball of cats he's trying to deal with. She looks down to her packet again to reread some of the information while others converse.
Mystique	Mystique nods to Toad when he asks to be excused, "Certainly, it is probably for the best that you do so. We will talk soon and figure out where you can best fit in."     She seems to mostly be taking a back seat in this meeting, which is unusual for those that know her.
Henry McCoy	All the discussions, with Henry sitting back. As an Avenger and X-Men, he's understanding the difficulties of an international action. Watching some tempers flair, some tensions build - he takes a sigh and a sip of his coffee. "My offer stands, of course. Let me know where I can help." A nod to Clarice.
Diana Prince	Diana folds her hands across her lap as she looks on to Clarice. "I am well aware of the past of the Brotherhood of Mutants." She states calmly back to the other. "Believe me when I say I want to continue to believe that the Brotherhood is not looking to cause any criminal activities any longer, as well." She glances to Mystique and then back to Clarice. "I recently helped Mystique, as many of you know, expunge her past so that she could walk free of those charges today. Now, on this very table--" She glances to the packets strewn about. "Are proposals to begin operating and conducting illegal actibities in a foreign country that... well, is capable of great push-back..." The Princess' eyes go to Clint then and she nods once to him before looking back to the head of the meeting today. "I would happily work with SHIELD if they feel the Justice League can provide them with assistance on this matter. Because again, I want to help mutantkind just as much as I imagine any of us here do.. My goal in what I do is to help all those who are deserving. Sadly it is not always such a cut and dry process, however..."
Maxwell Wave	Considering McCoy's interesting in diplomacy, Max finds himself looking into his cup of coffee., He considers for a moment then walks along the periphery of the room until he's nearest Magneto, Mystique, and Clarice then asks a simple question at a more private volume, "Is the Brotherhood taking volunteers from qualified non-members? Just another Mutant who wants to help." Head tilting to the side, he taps the side of the foam cup anxiously as he awaits an answer.
Clint Barton	Clint nods to Diana, "It is a complex situation. I mean, diplomacy is best from one view, but at the same time, people are being tortured and killed. So how is it different from say, Batman fighting crime here in America? After all most of what we term 'heroes' are not actual agents of the law, yet we allow them to do the job because we can use the help. Not counting the Brotherhood, who have their own record we won't discuss, I bet almost every one of us has broken multiple laws in just the past week or two."     "Quite simply, some laws are enforced only when it's useful to do so. SHIELD can't do anything openly because we are a multinational agency, but honestly, who can China actually blame if a bunch of masked vigilantes does take action? It makes a bit of a mess, but can we really let them keep killing people in experiments while we wait for the wheels of diplomacy to turn?"
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice looks towards Diana as she counters, "Is it illegal to hold a member of the UN accountable to the International Bill of Human Rights? To quote from the document, 'All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of,'" she pauses just a moment, "'brotherhood.' Or they just get a free pass, because they chose not to be a signatory?" She lets a frustrated sigh.     "It's a rather personal topic for me. But I cannot stand by and allow children to be harmed. I'm opposed to acts of Terrorism - but that is not what we're planning here today." She offers a nod to Clint as she adds, "Thank you, Mister Barton, I think that's well said. And I think, overall, we're in agreement here. And we look forward to working with all of you."
Mystique	Amber eyes turn to Maxwell as Mystique looks him over and offers a smile, "We welcome any and all mutants. They do not need to be fighters or infiltrators, military minded or tacticians. We do not choose the powers, instead we choose to embrace all our Mutant brothers and sisters for who they are." She picks up her coffee cup and takes a sip. "Many among us are just normal people taking a go at a life without persecution." Setting her cup down, she stands and walks to the head of the table. "Clarice, I would like to thank you for taking the time to organize this meeting, and then running it." She looks now to everyone gathered. "I especially thank all of you for coming and helping with these plans. Erik and I have been trying for a while now to change the image of the Brotherhood, to step away from terrorism, and this meeting is proof that we are not what people think we are." Folding her arms lightly across her chest, she offers a nod to Erik before she continues. "Diana, speaking for the Justice League and Clint, speaking for SHIELD. We thank you for your willingness to take the diplomatic route in the name of mutants. If there is any other information you require for that task, we will not hesitate to find it and share it. We will try diplomacy for the adult mutants in China, and those yet unborn. It pains me to leave so many of my brothers and sisters in the hands of their oppressors, but we do not want an international incident.," she looks to Clarice as she says, even if inside of herself she wants to punch a hole in the table. She then looks back to those assembled. "The children however, will be covertly liberated in the next few days. Those willing to participate in the covert operation, we can either hold another meeting or we can continue that discussion now, the choice I will leave up to those participating. If you do not agree with this part of the plan, I apologize to you wholeheartedly, but the children must be saved." Turning, she lays a hand on Clarice's shoulder lightly. "You are correct in your quote Clarice, but you forget one small detail that to this day haunts every mutant on the planet... most nations are still trying to decide if mutants fall into the 'human' category and thus are protected by any bill of rights. That has been my personal war for over a hundred years."
Diana Prince	Diana puts her eyes back upon Clint then and she nods once to what he says. "Batman is a citizen of the United States, conducting his business within the confines of the United States. The legality issues he's facing is a matter of him and the city he operates in. Gotham has, in fact, gotten quite adjusted to Batman over the years of his work within that city too, but I believe others can speak on that better than I can..." She glances toward Tim again before back to Clarice. "Miss Fergusson...." Diana says. "I respect what you are doing here. You do not have to think I will not ultimately side on this matter with you, so long as this is indeed about the safety of those who need help." Now she is looking between Clarice and Mystique. "China will more than likely consider this an act of terrorism. So be prepared for that from all standpoints of what that may entail."
Cassandra Cain	"China," the quiet person in the back says. She's been quiet so long she might have been a statue. But she thumbs at herself, stating her own self as well as she can. The fact that she's even opened her mouth is a testament to how she's finally understanding though. To be fair, this is a lot of wordage for a mute to take in. She's apparently volunteering.
Michael Erickson	His apologies and revelation of being an agent of an alien empire so recently manifested apparently falling on deaf (or just busy) ears, Michael falls silent, turning quietly into stone and watching the crowd. Probably not the best time anyway. Quietly he looks between the other faces now, listening. Taking notes.
Lonnie Machin	Anarky looks back and forth and then shrugs. Considering the kind of person he is and that Red Robin probably had a bout of temporary insanity bringing him into this room with these people, he's been a very good lad. Finally he speaks, though. "If you want to avoid that, play to the concept of Face. Make sure the CCP risks self-embarassment if it chooses to retaliate - or really, if their malfeasance comes to light at all. They'll give up a lot, rather than risk looking the fool." So yeah, Red Robin's tall friend just suggested a little judicious blackmail.
Tim Drake	The response, such as it was, from Toad earned nothing more than a straight-faced look from Red Robin (and a blink or two, behind his mask's lenses) before his attention returns to the matter at hand. He's silent for a good while, nodding to Clarice to confirm his willingness to assist in the extraction op, before he folds his hands together again. "Batman's choices are his own, Wonder Woman. I'm here under my own authority." When Orphan speaks up, which is enough for Red Robin to immediately turn his head towards her, he adds, "As are my associates."     Belatedly, he gestures to them. First, "Orphan," and then, "Anarky." A beat. "Given how dangerous this is likely to be, I can't guarantee anyone else from our circles will assist, but I'll ask around."     And then Red Robin gives a tight shake of his head. If he keeps frowning, his face might just stick like that. "To be frank, I don't particularly care about the political ramifications of this beyond making sure it doesn't kick off another world war," he says. He also points out that, "It's not like I'm particularly endeared to any government or law enforcement agency back home, either. Not how I prefer to operate."     After a slow inhale, he rises to his feet. "Anarky is correct. We have to take advantage of every angle we can, here. Best case scenario is the Chinese government is left so flat-footed that they don't even publicly acknowledge that anything happened."     The various bigwigs sat at the table are afforded nods, and then he excuses himself. "We'll be in touch through the same channels you contacted us on. Please send as much information as you can, in the meantime."
Diana Prince	Diana moves her right hand to the table where her tea was left. She puts it to the side and then opens the packet up to quickly flip through it again. She listens to the others speak and glances up to Tim again before she looks to Mystique next once more. "What do we know of pro-mutant groups hiding in the China underworld? Is providing them assistance not an option?" She then asks as she glances toward Clint again. "This seems like it could be a way of funneling assistance to the country as a whole if we are able to support groups of Chinese citizens who are doing their part to fight back against this type of treatment of their own people..." A chinese Brotherhood of Mutants?
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan's been silent for a bit, just trying to where the plans might go or where she and others from Happy Harbor might be able to offer assistance. Her violet gaze flicks over to others to see the general reactions of everyone.
Clarice Ferguson	"Unfortunately, finding 'pro-mutant' groups in China is tricky. They use their Mutant Police to monitor for such activity, and they're not gentle when they find it," Clarice explains simply. She gestures to Mystique as she adds, "If such a skilled and experienced operative as Mystique struggled to remain covert in that climate... What chance do you think a regular citizen would really have?" She nods to the people who are preparing to leave.     "We'll stay in contact," she promises Red Robin, her gaze flicking to Orphan for a moment when the woman speaks her strange, one-word response.
Maxwell Wave	Max simply nods as Mystique recites what is effectively the Brotherhood's creed. That enough for him, he steps back to the periphery and avails himself more of the free coffee and pastries. The rest is listening and learning, as people significantly more influential and experienced then he speak to the additional details. He just had to myself himself available to take orders. "Oh! These... apple fritters are amazing." He grabs a napkin and wraps a spare pastry for later.
Mystique	Mystique offers Red Robin, Anarky and Orphan each a nod with a smile. "I will ensure any new information obtained is sent your way. Thank you all for coming." Moving back to her chair now she sits down. She looks to be mostly recovered, moving with her usual grace, but looks could be deceiving. "My contact in the Chinese underground has voiced that they are without the ability to stay connected to one another, or move as a whole," she explains. "They are broken up into tiny cells all across the country, just trying to stay hidden from a police force with mutants working on it. That is how they discovered me. They have on their force a mutant who can merely 'see' other mutants. One look and he just knows. They call him Liequan, and he's never wrong." She adjusts herself in her chair and takes a sip of her coffee, "I had already started to filter in supplies, money, and other needed items before I was taken. Keep in mind here, I was visiting their country, a foreigner on their grounds, and they took me and nearly killed me without concern of international laws."
Clint Barton	Clint nods, "Using citizens inside China is not something we've looked into, but I can get some of our people working to see what sort of assistance would be available inside China. Any country with that many people is going to have folks who disagree with the government's policies. That would be a good starting point for the covert extraction of mutants once the strikes to get the children have occurred. After that, give the government a couple weeks to settle back into their routine, then we can start operations on the ground."     He nods to Clarice, "I'd never say it would be easy, but I still think we can pull it off, we just have to be very careful. Using those regular citizens can give us some cover, we just have to be careful who we talk to." He smiles a bit and goes on, "I've managed to stay covert in any number of repressive regimes from time to time."
Diana Prince	Diana closes the folder once more before she leans back in her chair and takes another sip from the tea cup. She looks from the speakers each in turn until settling on what Clint says. He gets a nod from her as she looks back to the heads of the meeting. "It is a country steadily pushing toward two billion people... I would imagine some are... Well... very good at hiding. They have likely had a lot of practice at this. I would believe those within Hong Kong may be the most likely to be exercising their mutations in a place that they may better hide, though that is likely fading quickly as time progresses." Another sip of the tea is had as Diana once more sets the cup down again. "But, these are just my initial thoughts on all of this. I am willing to help, so please do keep me in the loop on all of this..."
Clarice Ferguson	Clarice grins at Maxwell in amusement. "Made fresh daily on the Asteroid. You should come visit," she offers.     She returns her attention to the others present, then nods, in agreement. "Alright. We start supplying what resistance groups Mystique was able to identify within China. We allow those with better diplomatic credentials to open a dialogue with China over these issues - and we plan for the extraction of the children, as quietly and covertly as possible. I believe we have a plan. We appreciate everyone's willingness to help - regardless of the planet of origin." She flashes Michael a brief smile on that comment.
Mystique	Taking the last sip from he cup, Mystique offers Diana a nod. "I intend to send out coded information packets with any updates or new information as it becomes available. I am still in contact with a couple of the cells of the underground, so will have more information on the China's current stance on the situation tomorrow." She glances to Erik for a moment, almost chuckling, then looks back around the table. "China is presently worried Magneto will return and take out another power plant, or worse. That was the last report I got. They haven't increased security or done anything to change how they are operating thus far." Now for a brief moment those amber eyes land on Maxwell, "Eddie has his own recipe for those fritters that he won't share, but he's also trying other fruits. You're welcome to visit the Asteroid some time and get them fresh out of the fryer."
Maxwell Wave	Max turns toward Mystique and Clarice, his mouth wrapped around a fritter. He offers a grin around the fried pastry and gives them a thumbs up as a non-verbal acceptance of the invitation. Mouth clamping down, he catches the fritter with a napkin and then scoots his way out of the conference room before he is further tempted and ruins that super hero figure he works so hard for.
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan gives a nod when things start winding down. She does hand over her card to Mystique and others so that she can be kept in the loop if they would like her assistance. Then she's gathering her things to head out a nod given to those present, but not staying to talk in depth on things. Her brain was a tiny bit scrambled at the moment.
Erik Lensherr	Erik chuckles, shaking his head a bit at Mystique's summary of the Chinese government. "Well, if I did, at least they couldn't blame other countries. Most of them have been trying to arrest me for years, so they can hardly hold any given country responsible if I end up having to intervene. Still, it would be better if we could do this more or less peacefully. I hate the thought of having to fight other mutants, especially ones who are only fighting because they have no other choice."     "I can also say that the government of Genosha will add it's voice to the diplomatic option when it comes up in the UN."