/Okay, yeah, see, that logic only holds up if he's not an omega. Or equivalent. Or whatever./
[Look. Do you have any idea how many times Quentin's bragged about being an omega right before getting absolutely wrecked by something? Because it's not a small number. He got killed by a goddamn Sabretooth clone.]
/Guess you could always use the Chuck Maneuver. As a back-up./
/Yeah. What I used on Xavier. Malevolent thoughtform quarantined in my brain until he got too close. You know, psychic booby trap. I don't have that one anymore, but I could probably replicate it if I had to. Thing is, you'll have to quarantine it in your own head, airtight enough that it can't leak out, but not so locked down that you can't pull it out and toss it at some chucklefuck as a Hail Mary, you feel me? You just don't, you know, want it infecting you or anything. It's one doozy of a nasty little bug./
Let's keep it as a possibility. I'd like to think if he's draining himself with keeping these shields up all the time, that alone could be a spot to target.
/Unless you start makin' trouble in his neighborhood, and he drops the shields and opens up a can of whoop-ass on you. I'll start cooking you a dirty brain bomb, and we'll hope we don't need it. Or that it doesn't explode in transit./
[Nope, not going to elaborate on that. Moving right along.]
/I should be able to triangulate his position based on data from frequent, regular scans of the area. Like... every 15, 30 minutes or so. Shields leave gaps in the psychic landscape. Send out enough pings, and you start seeing what's bouncing them back. You know. Telepathic radar. Think you can get me that?/
/I mean can you sense him at all? You think this Beckett guy could?
Figuring out where the dude is physically is a whole lot easier than finding him psychically. Could you, theoretically, locate him and send this nullifier weirdo in there to, I dunno, hit him with a tire iron in a dark alley or something?/
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If you could get in his head, you think you could take him down?/
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( Ah, that overconfidence. Like looking in a mirror, right, Quentin? )
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[Look. Do you have any idea how many times Quentin's bragged about being an omega right before getting absolutely wrecked by something? Because it's not a small number. He got killed by a goddamn Sabretooth clone.]
/Guess you could always use the Chuck Maneuver. As a back-up./
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( Explain, please. )
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[Nope, not going to elaborate on that. Moving right along.]
/I should be able to triangulate his position based on data from frequent, regular scans of the area. Like... every 15, 30 minutes or so. Shields leave gaps in the psychic landscape. Send out enough pings, and you start seeing what's bouncing them back. You know. Telepathic radar. Think you can get me that?/
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( There's a brief pause that comes then. As if he's mulling over something. )
There's a nullifier here. In our group.
( Which Nate has... mixed feelings about. For mutant reasons. )
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( From what he's overheard. )
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Figuring out where the dude is physically is a whole lot easier than finding him psychically. Could you, theoretically, locate him and send this nullifier weirdo in there to, I dunno, hit him with a tire iron in a dark alley or something?/
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Maybe. He's also a risk of being targeted if they figure out what he can do. Provided it even works on them.
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[Nate does Quentin have to explain teamwork to you.]
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( Nate finds it frustrating, but. What can you do. )
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