Chris had made a narrow escape from MRD clutches at the Mansion and was, effectively, on the run. He'd used an electrical outlet to travel from the mansion and into the city, coming out in a payphone in a desolate area of New York City that had seen heavy resistance between mutants and MRD. While he had to dodge some MRD footsoldiers, they were a small threat in comparison to the Sentinel and Isaac's personal forces that he'd seen at the X Mansion. The young man used the sewer systems to stay out of sight and kept his focus up so to determine if anyone were approaching him.
With the X-Men scattered to the four winds, he couldn't be sure who was alive, dead, or captured but couldn't allow it to stop him from moving onward. He knew that Jake had taken Delphi and Ari to Florida from what he'd told him, but didn't dare reaching out to them until he knew it was safe. Chris' only goal was contacting the Brotherhood and warning them of what was to come; Isaac would need time to recover from his failure, but would be going after the Brotherhood soon enough and their only hope was getting clear of New York and regrouping to formulate some kind of plan.
A bandage torn from his shirt was wrapped around his cut shoulder and he'd only rested long enough to get strength to move though it was still painful. As he exitted the manhole, taking a cautious look around, he noted the appearance of the Brotherhood mansion. It didn't seem that it had been attacked yet which gave Chris hope as he stepped up to the door and knocked hoping someone was there and that he wasn't too late.
With the X-Men scattered to the four winds, he couldn't be sure who was alive, dead, or captured but couldn't allow it to stop him from moving onward. He knew that Jake had taken Delphi and Ari to Florida from what he'd told him, but didn't dare reaching out to them until he knew it was safe. Chris' only goal was contacting the Brotherhood and warning them of what was to come; Isaac would need time to recover from his failure, but would be going after the Brotherhood soon enough and their only hope was getting clear of New York and regrouping to formulate some kind of plan.
A bandage torn from his shirt was wrapped around his cut shoulder and he'd only rested long enough to get strength to move though it was still painful. As he exitted the manhole, taking a cautious look around, he noted the appearance of the Brotherhood mansion. It didn't seem that it had been attacked yet which gave Chris hope as he stepped up to the door and knocked hoping someone was there and that he wasn't too late.