Who. Willette Sullivan, Mason Sullivan & any other members of the Brotherhood who want in! What. Just some scheming & villainy, the usual. Where. Baxter Building, Manhattan NY When. Thursday night, August 30th 2012 Warnings. ... Maximoffs?
The Baxter Building was a joke to Willette. Not that it kept her and her brother and all their miscreant friends from occupying it, but she didn't see what the big deal was. Most of the stupid inventions in here didn't even come close to the sort of power Wanda was able to wield, and the security of this place? A freaking joke. All Willette had to do was wave her hand at the doors and it had taken next to nothing for them to just walk in and take over the place. Barely a challenge.
Then again, if it pissed off any of those do-gooding heroes enough? Anything was worth it. Including occupying a thirty-five floor building that bored her to tears. Willette completely ignored the robot on the 30th floor as she breezed past the lobby and into the elevator, stopping on the 33rd floor and the Scarlet Witch barely waited for the doors to open before walking out into the laboratory and looking around for any sign of life. Her blue eyes scanned the room with distaste, before they landed on her brother across the room and Willette grunted in frustration.
"There you are." The Brotherhood was definitely moving up in the world, after all this building didn't even make it a contest where it came to the sorts of places the Brotherhood was used to staying at. No run-down half-way houses for them, the new Brotherhood was living in style these days, but Willette could care less. Her high heels clicked on the cement floor with all the attitude of a Sullivan on the war path, blonde hair flying in every direction despite the fact that there wasn't a breeze in the room. "Where the hell have you been?" She crossed her arms and leaned against some kind of generator with a huff. "I'm bored. Let's do something horrible."