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No killing. One thing he had a love hate relationship with the X-team was this. While it was easy to kill for Sam he didn’t like to do it if he had a choice not to. He liked the fact that the X-men were so opposite of T.A.T. while they highly encouraged to kill, the X-men highly encouraged not to.

”Heat rises.” Sam said, ”sides if the fires on the other floor weaken the building enough it doesn’t matter where the fire guys are if the whole thing collapses right?” he said doing what was requested and directing the hardest of the cold away from her. Sam blasted every large flame he could find and even coated the walls in ice to help slow the existing burns.

When she requested not to freeze someone he almost laughed. While he could direct his powers in every direction there was something to say about movement. He’d redirect his powers if he spotted someone moving. Which was why Becca wasn’t coated in ice as well. Just the cold.

Thermal vision however had some other ideas. While older Sam was far more experienced with it his younger self was not and every time he directed a beam of cold out he quickly got hit with a splitting headache, which caused his visions to overlap. Going from normal vision to thermal in a burning building was a sure fire way to cause him to get distracted. ”Someone in that closet.” he said as he staggered to a wall and leaned up against an ice over wall.

Actively he turned it off again and tried to suppress his thermal vision. While it was helpful in most cases it slowed him down and confused the heck out of him. Sam just hoped there was an actual person in one of the closest.

Still giving his mouth time to cool he waited patiently for Lenna to clean up the left overs. He had wanted to help but got the strong feeling she would have shoo’d him from the area. So he just smiled and waited till she was wrapped up.

”It’s with me. It’s going to be cool at least!” he said grinning and exiting the hallway. ”You need to have permission to get in because like the name it is dangerous.” Sam said as he walked to the stairs and headed down towards the basement where the long metallic hallways resided. One goes to the jet and a few other rooms and then the side he went down lead to the danger room. Most of the doors were locked for obvious reasons. Most kids didn’t need to see a war room.

The doors opened and closed with a ‘whoosh’ as they entered. The large empty room didn’t look too dangerous but that was part of the danger. Never knew what the room could throw at you. ”You mentioned blades.” Sam said looking up to the eye in the sky god room.

”Computer. Blade training 101 for Sam.” the room whirred to life lights dimmed then got brighter as things started to appear around them. Training dummies that were targets a small obstacle course and then of course a long wall of blades of all types. Small pocketknives to spears and swords what ever she could have wanted it would be on the wall. They were also standing now in the middle of a ring for sparring.

Sam didn’t bother grabbing any of them until Lenna decided what she wanted to do. If anything she’d be more amazed at the change of scenery unless she had seen something like this before.

Sam scanned the area she noted for him. It took a second but he noticed a light go on and off briefly. If he had to guess, ‘a bathroom’. Sam waited till a few ‘crew workers’ walked past. They had the helmets and vests but they all had a side arm just under the vest. Defiantly not construction union approved. Pushing himself up from the wall he quickly and quietly made it to the window. No trace was left behind. The icemancer pushed his hands against the window ice already hitting the locks till they broke.

”I’m in.” he said looking around making sure no one was around. There wasn’t. Now was the time to activate his thermal sense as well. He didn’t want to be seen till he had Po in hand. That was the goal of him coming. He deserved a life as well.

Left, sharp right, stop avoid a now obvious T.A.T. agent. He had the earpiece and tactical belt. Sam cursed under his breath and waited till he went the opposite direction before taking the stairs. ”Keep at it kid.” Sam said as the door shut quietly behind him. Now was the time he wished he could go invisible. He was quick and quiet and was more versatile than most about avoiding detection but to be invisible that would have been nice.

Sam made it to the bottom level only having to slide down a flight once, as he passed the second floor the door opened and coupled with his thermal sensing he was told there would be three men coming. Sam didn’t want to deal with that, yet. Hopefully not at all.

”No, I don’t like being shot at.” Sam said flatly and quietly. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to make a joke or not. If she was, they’d need to work on her delivery a bit better. ”Powers don’t work like that, exactly.” Sam said condensing his powers to the door in front of him. The air around him in the stairwell became cold and heavy. Ice started to coat his legs as an ice clone started to form next to him.

”I can feel two of them but there are some small blurs off a bit more. I can’t tell what they are, meaning element of surprise will be best.” he hoped. There wasn’t much more he could do at this point. Straight lines are often the shortest route right?

”Ignore what you hear.” Sam said quietly as his ice clone burst towards the door. The door fell apart easily thanks to his power and when the clone entered the door a dense mist followed him into the room. Sam sent him towards the right guard and Sam quickly followed with the left. His ice clone knocked the unaware guard with ease while Sam had to drag his target back into the mist as his clone followed.

Three more guards were ready at that point guns drawing forward. “The hell was that?” “Intruder!” ”Calling it –“ the third one who was about to call gestured towards his ear and was met with a cold blast to the face with enough force to stagger him. The mist quickly moved forward from there and his clone charged into one of the guards as Sam forward and took the final guard with a serious of strikes. ”Yup. They had eyes on me.” Sam said going through and removing their guns and ear pieces and phones. He froze them in a pile then pinned the guards with ice before they could come to.

The mist remained as Sam looked around to the next door. Turning his back Sam erected a wall of ice from the door he just entered. Too late now, all it did would slow the oncoming guards, they would have figured it out when they came in the room anyways. No alarms were raised yet meaning he still had surprise on his side.

”Rooms clear.” Sam said as he obscured a camera. No thermal images registered to Sam. However that didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone. He put his back to the wall near the door to the next room. His clone of ice stood ready to run through.

”What we are here for.” Sam smirked, ”Take it’s a big one?” he asked having a feeling it was or she was just a hardcore fan of one of them. Neither his younger form nor his older form watched sports, he’d play them but as far as watching them goes if they were on he’d glance at it otherwise he was usually oblivious to any form of sports fandom.

”Australia?” Sam repeated nodding his head. The accent did sound familiar but that might have been because he was in New Zealand recently and between the gunfire he might have heard some similar ones, however it was hard to focus on the accents over gunfire.

”That’s cool! I was just in New Zealand recently, for work,” Sam said trying to attempt small talk, they weren’t the furthest from each other and the last time he was in Australia was a few years ago again mostly he remembered was the missions.

”Let me know when you are ready to order.” Sam said grabbing his beer and walking a few bar spots down so it didn’t feel like he was hovering over her. He turned towards the television and watched the game for a second trying to recall the rules to the game.

Sam sipped the beer and tilted his head slightly to the entrance. He didn’t ‘see’ who it was but could tell from his thermal sense it was a woman. Setting his beer down and turning towards the woman that entered he offered a wave and then nodded his hand. ”Yo.”

Detecting an accent, not sure from where until she mentioned Sydney. That at least gave him some direction to the accent. ”Sure thing.” he grabbed the remote set it down on the bar and grabbed the beer. Twisting the top and placing the beer before her he pitched the bottle top.

”We do got some food.” Sam smiled, ”If the cook isn’t sleeping back there.” he called out. There was some muffled yelling in the kitchen, and a few pans shaking around. He didn’t know the cook long but apparently he too was a good friend to his older self. How they met and the cook was always dismissive of the subject but the clamoring in the kitchen meant he was up.

”We got food.” it wasn’t much but it was in his opinion as someone who was on the run for the last two years a solid menu. Bar food and breakfast foods. The main staples of anyone who likes to eat and lie low. Sam offered up the menu to her and turned towards the television grabbing the remote. ”I’m Sam.” he found the channel and changed it for her from the history channel. ”There we go.”

Turning towards her he then asked grabbing his own beer and taking a sip. ”Accent’s from where?” he asked curiously.

Mae. That name sounded familiar so did knife in the back. Both of which Sam half listened to as a drink was emptied and replaced further along the bar. Sam looked down to his phone hit sent and then flipped his phone over. A slight panic in his chest caused him to slam the rest of his glass. Jade refilled it then stopped and stared at the two at the bar before she leapt away from the flames. Strike one, Jade was new and didn’t need this on day one.

The flames were higher now. Erupting outward from the mutant. Clearly hoping to catch anything on fire that it came into contact with. Strike two. Sam’s nostrils flared as the glass broke and was used as a weapon. Strike three.

Jade, the bartender started to push herself up from the floor she leaned on the him and got a front row seat to his powers activating. ”mmmmm….. $$$$” already on his feet he pointed to her, ”Call the police, tell them Sam is already on scene at his damn bar.” that surprised the woman and she nodded her head. The air in the bar started to get colder as his arms coated themselves in ice.

”Hey! @@@holes!” he yelled cold ready to combat the heat. ”Bar is for drinking! You want to catch up, take it outside or I’ll take you both out there.” that was the only warning he was giving them. If they kept going and ignored him they’d quickly figure out why there was never any fights in his bar.

It seemed things were going pretty well for today. His bar’s day manager had to call in last minute and seemed no one else was available because they put Sam in charge. Of a bar. When he was 19. Sam sipped his alcoholic beverage because his newest bartender Jade didn’t bother to card him. Heck he doubted she knew who he was. All she had been doing was complaining to him about stuff he listened little to.

The icemancer didn’t want to be rude but he was little preoccupied staring at his phone. It had been typed out for some time but he didn’t want to hit send yet if he did then there would be no going back and depending how this played out he’d either make someone very happy or make himself miserable.

Sipping his whiskey he noticed something was on fire as people moved away from the bar. It was a mutant and a bright one, at least as far as his thermal sense could tell. Made sense. While the mutant was on fire, he did not burn the place down so as owner Sam had no complaints. It seemed the guy even paid for a drink. Perfect.

Sam looked to his phone when someone sat next to the guy on fire. It was none of Sam’s business, his was more in the realm of romance.