MoR: Planning
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xp_logsRemy and Scott figure out a joint plan to see if their lead on Apocalypse is correct, and if so, how to try and save the people he might be turning into weapons.
This was never comfortable. Despite their work together during Apocalypse's attack on New York, it was hard to get past the basic fact that Remy LeBeau and Scott Summers just didn't particularly like each other. But this kind of mission was tailormade for Scott's tactical skills, and X-Force didn't have the kind of raw power to even perform a stealth mission without a huge amount of backup. The intelligence had to come to the X-Men, and that meant both men needed to work together.
Before coming over to the mansion, Remy had put his people on finding every last bit of information they could about the location, and thanks to Doug, they even had some rough blueprints. But it was high up on the scale of bizarre, and as they both bent over the documents, Remy had to hold his tone even to avoid the incredulous tone sneaking in.
"It used to be de Blue Area Mesa launch complex; a cluster of six ICBM silos buried deep underground, connected to NORAD's nuclear strike program. It was decommissioned a couple of decades ago, and den sold 'round 2004 to a private group from California. Dey turned it into a commune of sorts," LeBeau gestured at the materials he'd printed out. "for mutants looking to live a peaceful, Gaia-friendly life, whatever dat means. Dis is where Apocalypse is supposed to be hiding."
"Not an easy target," Scott observed. "Getting in might not be hard-" He indicated the elevator shaft on the map, "-depending on whether or not we're dealing with a defended perimeter. We could run into just about anything once we're down there, though." His gaze moved over the blueprints, assessing, although the look in his real eye was distant, as if he was the only one in his room, alone with his own thoughts.
"De main area is open enough, but de rest of de place is a warren." Remy's fingers traced the edges of the silos. "Talked to de construction company dey hired to renovate de place. De concrete separating dese four silos was all taken down, used as spoil to fill de last two. A lot of de underground complex was untouched, even if it's unused, because of de cost of trying to safely rip out de reinforced concrete.
Remy pulled out a couple of large glossy prints, which turned out to be satellite shots. "Got dese 'bout four hours ago. No activity on de surface what so ever." Around the mouth of the large hole was a small one story structure, which looked like an information centre, a couple of garages, and a large barn and stable complex. The rest of the area was broken up into mid-level farms.
"Fine. Then I take a group in, make a lot of noise to find out exactly what is down there," Scott said, with the air of a man who'd made a decision. "Either we'll handle it, or we won't, in which case we can go back the way we came and come back loaded for bear." A bit risky, but it wouldn't be the first time they'd made this sort of exploratory foray. What they couldn't beat, they could certainly manage a strategetic retreat from. Especially if he loaded up on the fliers. "And if we're drawing all the fire, that should give you the chance to sneak in the back way and see what happened to these people."
"Dere's an old exhaust vent system dat comes out into a disused part of de complex. If we can slip inside, we can hook Doug into de system from inside, and see what's happened to de mutants dat lived dere. Our best estimate is thirty-two people. Thirty-two potential hostages." Remy shook his head. 'Or soldiers' was another possibility. Nothing was going to make this a good tactical situation. "Dere's an old vehicle elevator to de north. Steel reinforced, and leads right down to de bottom level. De elevator assembly is gone, but de shaft was never filled in or blocked up."
"I saw it," Scott said absently as he turned away from the blueprints, already assembling the roster in his mind. He found himself wondering if he could convince Jean-Paul to lend a hand. Fliers were good. Non-fragile fliers were better, and with neither telekinetic available... "I'll assume we're dropping you at the back door before we head in the front."
"We've already got Frost's Lear warmed up. Dere's an old airstrip not far from where we go in." Remy said, tapping the map. "Figure if we get anyone out, we going to need de extra room, neh."
The Cajun shifted the files into a slightly tidy pile and leaned back. "Figure at least half de people in de complex already messed up by Apocalypse now, maybe more. Dat's at least twenty people, including who ever broke him out. Right now, figure dat's even odds. If not, and he's loaded up or get de whole place turned, we going to have to get out fast as we get in. If we end up retreating, dere's a second vent leading near to de elevator. We can link up either to support you, or join in de general retreat." There wasn't much else to be said. It was the best plan that you could make out of a bad situation.
If they were lucky, it might be enough.
This was never comfortable. Despite their work together during Apocalypse's attack on New York, it was hard to get past the basic fact that Remy LeBeau and Scott Summers just didn't particularly like each other. But this kind of mission was tailormade for Scott's tactical skills, and X-Force didn't have the kind of raw power to even perform a stealth mission without a huge amount of backup. The intelligence had to come to the X-Men, and that meant both men needed to work together.
Before coming over to the mansion, Remy had put his people on finding every last bit of information they could about the location, and thanks to Doug, they even had some rough blueprints. But it was high up on the scale of bizarre, and as they both bent over the documents, Remy had to hold his tone even to avoid the incredulous tone sneaking in.
"It used to be de Blue Area Mesa launch complex; a cluster of six ICBM silos buried deep underground, connected to NORAD's nuclear strike program. It was decommissioned a couple of decades ago, and den sold 'round 2004 to a private group from California. Dey turned it into a commune of sorts," LeBeau gestured at the materials he'd printed out. "for mutants looking to live a peaceful, Gaia-friendly life, whatever dat means. Dis is where Apocalypse is supposed to be hiding."
"Not an easy target," Scott observed. "Getting in might not be hard-" He indicated the elevator shaft on the map, "-depending on whether or not we're dealing with a defended perimeter. We could run into just about anything once we're down there, though." His gaze moved over the blueprints, assessing, although the look in his real eye was distant, as if he was the only one in his room, alone with his own thoughts.
"De main area is open enough, but de rest of de place is a warren." Remy's fingers traced the edges of the silos. "Talked to de construction company dey hired to renovate de place. De concrete separating dese four silos was all taken down, used as spoil to fill de last two. A lot of de underground complex was untouched, even if it's unused, because of de cost of trying to safely rip out de reinforced concrete.
Remy pulled out a couple of large glossy prints, which turned out to be satellite shots. "Got dese 'bout four hours ago. No activity on de surface what so ever." Around the mouth of the large hole was a small one story structure, which looked like an information centre, a couple of garages, and a large barn and stable complex. The rest of the area was broken up into mid-level farms.
"Fine. Then I take a group in, make a lot of noise to find out exactly what is down there," Scott said, with the air of a man who'd made a decision. "Either we'll handle it, or we won't, in which case we can go back the way we came and come back loaded for bear." A bit risky, but it wouldn't be the first time they'd made this sort of exploratory foray. What they couldn't beat, they could certainly manage a strategetic retreat from. Especially if he loaded up on the fliers. "And if we're drawing all the fire, that should give you the chance to sneak in the back way and see what happened to these people."
"Dere's an old exhaust vent system dat comes out into a disused part of de complex. If we can slip inside, we can hook Doug into de system from inside, and see what's happened to de mutants dat lived dere. Our best estimate is thirty-two people. Thirty-two potential hostages." Remy shook his head. 'Or soldiers' was another possibility. Nothing was going to make this a good tactical situation. "Dere's an old vehicle elevator to de north. Steel reinforced, and leads right down to de bottom level. De elevator assembly is gone, but de shaft was never filled in or blocked up."
"I saw it," Scott said absently as he turned away from the blueprints, already assembling the roster in his mind. He found himself wondering if he could convince Jean-Paul to lend a hand. Fliers were good. Non-fragile fliers were better, and with neither telekinetic available... "I'll assume we're dropping you at the back door before we head in the front."
"We've already got Frost's Lear warmed up. Dere's an old airstrip not far from where we go in." Remy said, tapping the map. "Figure if we get anyone out, we going to need de extra room, neh."
The Cajun shifted the files into a slightly tidy pile and leaned back. "Figure at least half de people in de complex already messed up by Apocalypse now, maybe more. Dat's at least twenty people, including who ever broke him out. Right now, figure dat's even odds. If not, and he's loaded up or get de whole place turned, we going to have to get out fast as we get in. If we end up retreating, dere's a second vent leading near to de elevator. We can link up either to support you, or join in de general retreat." There wasn't much else to be said. It was the best plan that you could make out of a bad situation.
If they were lucky, it might be enough.
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