Katrina listens to all the activity. Suddenly bursting out "A mutant weapon!? Sorry I mean that's terrrible. We have to do something, um, yeah sure I'm in. I'm Katrina, I copy stuff." She shifts her body to be made of the same material as the couch she's sitting on. "That's why they call me The Material Girl, " she looks down. "This one not so usefull I think. So um, yeah... I'll shut up now."
Enoch looks between Felix and Uomo in outrage, "So I'm not wrong, just a tactless rude baby for having the audacity to call the old man out on a bunch of mur..." He looks over to Cassandra. "OK, whatever. What's this about a huger than life threat to mutants? I don't care what kind of bottom feeders are involved, the sidelines are no place to be for that kind of action."
Uomo gives Laura the chance to give her code name
Enoch scoffed, "Um, doubt it. But now isn't exactly the time for testosterone-fueled chest beating.""Not audacity, foolishness my boy. You'll be dead if I were half the fiend you described." Uomo points out with his smoke.
"I don't suppose we could get a hold of the off-duty shift of the guards for the creepy underground death-lab? If we could, I could get them to open the place up for us after they've like had coffee and settled in for a day of death-lab-watching. I could also hook us up with some pretty killer disguises. But I can't guarantee how smoothly that would go. Too many eyeballs and, I assume, too many cameras.""Now that you both have declared your willingness to participate, I'll tell you a story: There is a biological research lab placed just outside the city. It's a two level building. Aboveground, medical research, loose security, mediocre researchers. A curtain. Underground, as it happens most times, is the real deal. Bio-weapon research, funded by our anti-mutant 'friend'. Fulcrum and myself secured some inside intel, and manage to gain an ally on the aboveground level of the facilities. All that got on a second level when we got ..." Uomo gives Laura the chance to give her code name "... distress call. The lab is in the process of creating a mass destruction selective weapon. Suffice to say we must investigate the issue and if our suspicious are true, remove the weapon prototype and any information about its existence. We need to be wary though, the building is protected by high class mercenaries. These people are professionals, they'll kill you first, and then don't ask questions. They have military grade equipment and training." the man makes a pause, looking eagerly towards the kitchen, and to give the two new people a chance to ask questions or chicken out.