FWTM: Incursion
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xp_logsAnother X-Force team fights their way to securing Lilandra Neramani safely.
Meeting up with the other X-Force team had been seamless, amidst the klaxons and alarms now echoing all over the Secretariat Building. Security was being pulled in a hundred directions at once, and with the firefight outside, it was almost pointless to have guards at all. Their sources had done a good job eliminating possible locations that Lilandra Neramani could be held. Despite her brother's power, Lilandra was a senior member of government, widely respected by the population, and with considerable support in her own right as a politician. Simply throwing her into a public cell would be leaked in less than an hour to the nation's multitude of presses. If D. Ken Neramani planned to eliminate his sister, she'd need to be in a quiet, isolated secure room close to the PMO. It left only a handful of options, and money had narrowed those options down to one.
The question being would they be able to reach her in time.
Vanessa had given her word to Xavier that she wouldn't kill unless it was absolutely necessary, but the fact she felt the need to hold true to that was beginning to irritate her a little. She supposed that said something about her but she tried to push it to the side as the three of them made their way down the corridor to the last corner before they hit their objective. When she peered around the corner her impulse was to shoot the handful of guards outside the door, but she didn't think Charles would deem this a dire enough situation so it was Jubilee she looked back at.
"There's three guards stationed outside the door," Vanessa said in a male voice from the borrowed vocal chords she wore. The eyebrow that raised was an expression that belonged entirely to the metamorph. "Can you get 'em mostly out of our way?" Jubilee's little fireworks display would be a lot more disorienting than Bishop just shooting them down. That disorientation could buy them enough advantage to get to the woman they hoped was inside before anyone could sound an alarm and get Lilandra hurt.
Jubilee worked the possibilities, realising much as Vanessa had that blinding the guards should be enough, they only needed to get Lilandra out, pursuit could be dealt with when it happened. She stepped into the corridor with a cocky grin.
"Hello, boys," Jubilee called, and then set off her light display, keeping a tempo in her head.
Predictably, the guards threw up their hands, to cover their eyes against the fierceness of the display. Even blind, they scrabbled for their weapons and radios, trying to hit the panic button and set off the local alarm.
When the brightness faded Vanessa came around the corner in her borrowed body and went for the closest man who looked like he might actually manage to sound an alarm. The butt of a rifle came down hard against his temple. Who said guns were only for shooting?
Knowing Morgan's situation, Bishop didn't even draw his pistol. He darted in barehanded, kicking the ribs of one guard before punching the other. He wasn't even near fully charged but he had stored enough energy to give a beating worse than any normal person had likely ever received. "You are becoming a pain in the ass." He looked at Morgan as he moved to tug open the door; the job he had in mind initially when he charged.
Jubilee shrugged and moved forward, taking up a stance to the other side of the door so she could keep an eye on both ends of the corridor. They might have taken out these guards but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be more.
Vanessa glared at Bishop as she walked through the door. "I gave my word, you shoot them. I don't fucking care if they live or not, mate. Shoot them in the head, crush their skulls, whatever will make you happy." The guards were out, regardless.
The metamorph didn't have to get very far into the room before she found exactly who they were looking for. "Hey, pet, Xavier sends his best," she said with a bit of a half-smile and an Irish-Boston accent that didn't suit the Indian face she wore at all.
The woman in question sat across from the door in a heavy chair that she had backed up against the wall. She had been unable to do anything more than wait for a rescue. Or an execution. But now that the time had come, Lilandra wasted no time in hurrying across the room - stripped bare of anything that could have been broken easily into a weapon. "I hope to be able to return the sentiment to Charles in person when this is done," she responded, looking down at the fallen guards with a soft sigh. She looked at her three rescuers and spread her hands a little. "Well? Not to sound ungrateful, my friends, but we best be going now before my brother sends more guards. It would be a slaughterhouse if they were to catch us here."
"Charles would pout at me if I went the slaughterhouse route," Vanessa lamented. Humor was her way of diffusing situations when she wasn't busy having to be completely serious. On the other hand, she'd feel much more like she'd done the job if the assholes holding Lilandra prisoner were left in an unmoving, unbreathing heap in their wake. Fucking hippies.
"Let's get out of here, then." Vanessa nodded for Bishop to lead then turned her attention back to their rescuee. "You stick close to me, yeah?" Vanessa followed once Bishop was heading back down the hall and left Jubilee to pull up the end.
Rescue attempt half-successful and no deaths thus far. Now they just had to get out alive.
Meeting up with the other X-Force team had been seamless, amidst the klaxons and alarms now echoing all over the Secretariat Building. Security was being pulled in a hundred directions at once, and with the firefight outside, it was almost pointless to have guards at all. Their sources had done a good job eliminating possible locations that Lilandra Neramani could be held. Despite her brother's power, Lilandra was a senior member of government, widely respected by the population, and with considerable support in her own right as a politician. Simply throwing her into a public cell would be leaked in less than an hour to the nation's multitude of presses. If D. Ken Neramani planned to eliminate his sister, she'd need to be in a quiet, isolated secure room close to the PMO. It left only a handful of options, and money had narrowed those options down to one.
The question being would they be able to reach her in time.
Vanessa had given her word to Xavier that she wouldn't kill unless it was absolutely necessary, but the fact she felt the need to hold true to that was beginning to irritate her a little. She supposed that said something about her but she tried to push it to the side as the three of them made their way down the corridor to the last corner before they hit their objective. When she peered around the corner her impulse was to shoot the handful of guards outside the door, but she didn't think Charles would deem this a dire enough situation so it was Jubilee she looked back at.
"There's three guards stationed outside the door," Vanessa said in a male voice from the borrowed vocal chords she wore. The eyebrow that raised was an expression that belonged entirely to the metamorph. "Can you get 'em mostly out of our way?" Jubilee's little fireworks display would be a lot more disorienting than Bishop just shooting them down. That disorientation could buy them enough advantage to get to the woman they hoped was inside before anyone could sound an alarm and get Lilandra hurt.
Jubilee worked the possibilities, realising much as Vanessa had that blinding the guards should be enough, they only needed to get Lilandra out, pursuit could be dealt with when it happened. She stepped into the corridor with a cocky grin.
"Hello, boys," Jubilee called, and then set off her light display, keeping a tempo in her head.
Predictably, the guards threw up their hands, to cover their eyes against the fierceness of the display. Even blind, they scrabbled for their weapons and radios, trying to hit the panic button and set off the local alarm.
When the brightness faded Vanessa came around the corner in her borrowed body and went for the closest man who looked like he might actually manage to sound an alarm. The butt of a rifle came down hard against his temple. Who said guns were only for shooting?
Knowing Morgan's situation, Bishop didn't even draw his pistol. He darted in barehanded, kicking the ribs of one guard before punching the other. He wasn't even near fully charged but he had stored enough energy to give a beating worse than any normal person had likely ever received. "You are becoming a pain in the ass." He looked at Morgan as he moved to tug open the door; the job he had in mind initially when he charged.
Jubilee shrugged and moved forward, taking up a stance to the other side of the door so she could keep an eye on both ends of the corridor. They might have taken out these guards but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be more.
Vanessa glared at Bishop as she walked through the door. "I gave my word, you shoot them. I don't fucking care if they live or not, mate. Shoot them in the head, crush their skulls, whatever will make you happy." The guards were out, regardless.
The metamorph didn't have to get very far into the room before she found exactly who they were looking for. "Hey, pet, Xavier sends his best," she said with a bit of a half-smile and an Irish-Boston accent that didn't suit the Indian face she wore at all.
The woman in question sat across from the door in a heavy chair that she had backed up against the wall. She had been unable to do anything more than wait for a rescue. Or an execution. But now that the time had come, Lilandra wasted no time in hurrying across the room - stripped bare of anything that could have been broken easily into a weapon. "I hope to be able to return the sentiment to Charles in person when this is done," she responded, looking down at the fallen guards with a soft sigh. She looked at her three rescuers and spread her hands a little. "Well? Not to sound ungrateful, my friends, but we best be going now before my brother sends more guards. It would be a slaughterhouse if they were to catch us here."
"Charles would pout at me if I went the slaughterhouse route," Vanessa lamented. Humor was her way of diffusing situations when she wasn't busy having to be completely serious. On the other hand, she'd feel much more like she'd done the job if the assholes holding Lilandra prisoner were left in an unmoving, unbreathing heap in their wake. Fucking hippies.
"Let's get out of here, then." Vanessa nodded for Bishop to lead then turned her attention back to their rescuee. "You stick close to me, yeah?" Vanessa followed once Bishop was heading back down the hall and left Jubilee to pull up the end.
Rescue attempt half-successful and no deaths thus far. Now they just had to get out alive.
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