xp_logs | Garrison, Jean and Terry (Reply)

Garrison, Jean and Terry deal with Sayyid and his mooks...

Another telekinetic burst slammed the door open, startling Sayyid and the people inside even more. Before Sayyid could even start to shout, something the X-men were through the door…

Kane's speed took them by surprise, as in seconds, he scooped the feral up by his throat and smashed him into unconciousness against the walls. "Police. You folks are fucking nicked."

Terry cleared the door quickly, and now that they were no longer aiming to be subtle, released a short, screaming burst to add to the confusion of their entrance.

The men on the other side of the door scrambled and scattered, reflexively holding their hands to their ears. As a burst of refined yellow-orangish light erupted toward them from one of the men's hands, a metal door right next to him suddenly opened and smacked him in the face, causing the beam to bounce off the ceiling and create a black scorch mark as the man to collapse to the ground, dazed.

A round whined past Kane, and he dodged a second shot, only to close and crush the hand holding the weapon. The man screamed as the small bones in his hands were shattered and the steel fragments of the hilt pushed through his ruined flesh. Garrison was long past playing nice, and the odds were not in their favour. If they didn't take them down fast and hard, they might not survive for a second opportunity.

Terry spun away from those fighting in close quarters and 'sang' again in the direction of those at a more ranged distance, her aim narrowed slightly to increase the ear ringing and build pressure to the point that it affected balance and disoriented them. And then seemed to bounce back. She weaved in place and cut off under a wave of nausea, breathing out a "What the--" She didn't see the figure who had closed into her blind spot.

"Hey Siryn! Do you think you can get your damn mind off of Doug for five seconds and actually be useful for once!" Kane shouted, uncharacteristically as one of the physically augmented mutant grabbed him by the front. It was a little disconcerting to be lifted off your feet but a slight looking Spaniard who was barely five feet tall, but it didn't pervent the Canadian from rotating, kicking him in the face as he spun backwards to break the grip. "Or can we save this week's crisis of faith for after the fight, Doc!"

Jean felt a rush of emotion shortly before she heard Garrison's surprisingly annoyed comments. The man was normally a lot more controlled. Resisting the urge to snap back at him, she glanced around. Regular emotions felt natural, the result of cause and effect, be it immediate or prolonged. But this was like a metaphorical splash of hot water. Abnormal. It was interference, the psionic kind, and it was rather strong.

~Sayyid is trying to mess with our emotions. Putting up an emergency mental block.~ Jean thought to the other two. She wouldn't normally try to get into their minds but it was rather important they focus on the bad guys rather than one another.

"Dominion, can you help Siryn?" He was closer to the other woman.

A round of bullets sounded like raindrops on a metal roof as they struck Jean's invisible telekinetic shield. She pulled the gun away with the furrow of her eyebrows from a man with orange skin and couldn't decide if the man reminded her more of a young George Hamilton or an Oompa Loompa.

"Kidnapping our students? Insane and stupid idea," Jean said, searching out for the emotional manipulator as the emotional interference was boosted in an attempt to overcome her mental blocks.

"Come out and face us. Or are you a coward as well?"

Sayyid stepped out of the shadows where he had been manipulating the emotions of the X-men with a broad smile on his face. "Bravo Dr Grey-Summers, I am impressed. You are as talented as I had heard, but it will not avail you." He further increased the pressure against her mental blocks. "Sooraya's destiny has been predetermined, why fight it?”

"Predetermined?" Jean said, her eyes narrowing.

"Sooraya is her own person. She doesn't belong to anyway, least of all you. You have absolutely no right to presume to say what is or is not her destiny. That is her choice!"

One of the men tried throwing a rather large crate at her almost effortlessly but she caught it in midair, flinging it right back at him with equal force. She grit her teeth. The beginnings of a headache were starting to form from the dual use of telekinesis and telepathy.

With her back to the wall she caught nothing out of the corner of her eye nor with her minds eye, leaving her unprepared for the man behind her holding a pipe. A hard <i>thwack!</i> resounded as the man struck Jean in the back of her head and she crumpled to the ground in a heap. What mental protection that was there from Sayyid's influence abruptly disappeared, leaving all manners of emotions to seep in.

Terry spit out a breathy curse at Kane's shout, temper flaring and burning off some of the effects of the vertigo as she spun in place to find another henchman grinning at her. He leaned in, increasing the nauseous effect, then leaned back to make it clear he was the source of her discomfort. Those caught in the path of her ranged attack slowly shook off the effects of her powers when she focused on the close one, one rising to her feet with groggy movements to try and lift a loaded crate while the other felt along the ground for his bow, apparently affected worse for having his perceptions turned topsy-turvy. While Jean interrupted the emotional interference, Terry played a game of chicken with them, trying to keep them all at bay by splitting her attention between them and the mutant who crept closer and turned her own tricks back on her.

She hit her knees, hopelessness and despair washing across her in a tidal wave of vertigo. "What is the point? It won't stop, any o' this," she moaned.

"Seriously? That's all you got? Another bout of 'oh my life is awful because I just can't help running away from everyone' now?" Kane snarled, now rounding on his teammate. "Can't you fucking commit to anything for more than a half second?" Instead of despair, Sayyid's assault was pulling up the bitterness and cruelty from inside the Canadian. Hadn't he gotten killed for this people? Didn't he pull double duty as an X-Men and an FBI agent and get nothing from shit from both sides about it? Oh, and thanks to Amanda, his lovelife was even more of a joke since her curse had ended even his meager prospects. And these two precious, entitled married bitches who had everything they'd ever claimed to want - a loving marriage, homes, lives to build - all they did was whine about how hard life was and start wistfully at other men. Doc Grey went so obviously wet every time Logan so much as looked at her it was embarassing, and Terry hadn't been back in New York a week before she was striking her 'friendship' back up with Doug, all but burying his face in her tits while acting so surprised and innocent when he dumped his girlfriend for her. Bitches, all of them. Sooraya would be better off with Sayyid. At least he'd be honest…

An ugly flash of triumph lit up Sayyid's face before he schooled his features into a sad benevolence, "You cannot beat us, you can barely stand." he informed the dispirited X-men. "Why keep fighting? This is the way it was meant to be." He gestured in the direction of the fallen Jean, "It pains me to see us come to this, mutants fighting and hurting their fellow mutants. Surrender now and I promise we will make your ends quick and painless. Or better yet join us and watch as we take our rightful place on this earth."

Sayyid may be an emotional manipulator, but he had lashings to learn about stubborn Irish women. Terry scrubbed at her face with one hand and planted the other on the ground, using it to brace herself as she pushed herself up to her feet. "I'm standing," she retorted almost sulkily, then inhaled and loosed a broad, solid note in the direction of the vertigo-inducing mutant, sending him stumbling back, out of range.

Surrender? Surrender? If he was right, why would he need to surrender? You only surrendered when you'd been beaten- "Oh, you fucker." Kane paused, looking at his hands for a moment. "You clever little fucker. I see what you did there. Get me all pissed off at Irish's lack of taste or the Doc's perchant for hirsute hairy Canadians and I'd just agree that all bitches are crazy. Well, I do agree. Bitches is crazy." One of Sayyid's men came forward to secure Kane, and caught his backhand full in the mouth. His jaw shattered like crystal, and a bloody spray of teeth echoed off the walls. "But they're my bitches, I've got their backs, and you just made the worst mistake of your soon to be very painful life."

Sayyid took a step back a surge of anger breaking through his mask. "What will it take to stop you people. Don't you understand what you're doing?" He redoubled his assault on Terry and Garrison and angry sneer on his face. "If you can't see the magnificence of my vision then just die here."

"Who's going to make that happen, princess? You?" Kane held his badge up again. "Maybe I wasn't clear the first time. You are under arrest. Sooraya is coming home. And if you continue to resist arrest, I promise you that you will regret it." He ducked as a laser went over his head, and leapt forward, his speed blurring him. A blow smashed the man into the wall, and he doubled up as a punch like a train took him in the gut.

Terry shook her head clear of the vertigo and breathed deeply to push back the impending nausea before screaming again, overwhelming him and knocking him out cold. She turned to search out the others, grimacing at the Canadian's comments. She pulled out a gun and fired at another creeping toward the other fight going on.

The first thing Jean heard was a shrill sound, like a whistle, but worse. Her head felt like it was about to fall off, and waves of pain resounded with every beat of her heart. She felt a pulling, a haze, the strong desire to go back to sleep, but the loud bangs and people talking, people she knew, made her remember what'd happened.

She slowly opened her eyes, which fluttered and quickly closed again upon seeing the bright light overhead. Forcing herself to open her eyes again, Jean rolled over and tried to sit up but a wave of dizziness and a sharp pain shot up the back of her head and neck and she grabbed onto a chair and pulled herself up as best she could. As she looked around the room she caught sight of a row of filled syringes and a half used bottle of diazepam on a nearby desk.

She concentrated on one of the syringes, gritting her teeth when nothing happened at first. Concentrating harder, the syringe suddenly began to rattle before lifting up off the desk. It hovered in the air for a moment as Jean tried to focus on its target, Sayyid, which she currently saw three or four of despite her being certain there should've only been one. Finally, she closed her eyes, focusing on the man's mind and its location rather than what she saw with her eyes.

Opening her eyes, the syringe shot across the room, embedding itself in Sayyid's neck. The reservoir of liquid in the barrel of the syringe quickly disappeared as the plunger was pressed down. It dangled for a moment then dropped to the ground around the same time Jean fell back down from the chair, slipping back into unconsciousness.

Sayyid's hand flew up to his neck as the syringe struck him and he stared at it in disbelief. "How?" he asked as he swayed drunkenly, the anger and superiority gone from his face replaced with a solemn despair. The syringe fell from his nerveless fingers as he collapsed to his knees. He looked at Garrison in confusion, "It wasn't supposed to end like this. I was destined...", before he could finish his sentence Sayyid keeled over with a quiet thud.

"Yeah, yeah, destined. Chosen one. Whatever." Kane wrenched his arms back painfully and handcuffed him. His men paused, on edge and not sure of their response. The wounded were on the ground, one clutching his ruined mouth and whimpering. "Let's try this one last time, and I really hope your brains kick in, eh? My name is Agent Kane. That is Agent Cassidy. In cooperation with Attilan law enforcement, we are placing you all under arrest. If you cooperate and go quietly, there is a very good chance that the courts will look on Sayyid's powers as a possible mitigating circumstance in your involvement with kidnapping and terrorism. If you do not, we will beat seven kinds of hell out of you before Attilan throws the book at your and finds the deepest, darkest cell it can possibly forget you in for the next thirty years. All those who want to surrender quietly, put your hands up."

The men around the room who were down already looked at each other and slowly raised their hands. The men who were still able to do though... There were a few just completely knocked out. There were two however who refused to surrender. A guy with yellow skin raised his gun, aiming it firmly at Kane. His hands were shaking though...

Kane ducked, only barely getting out of the firing line, shoving Sayyid in one direction and himself the other to steal some cover. "Irish! A little help?"

Terry squeezed the trigger. The shot touched down against the man's shoulder, jerking him back and sending the shot wild.

While his only remaining fellow was being dealt with the redheaded woman, the other remaining man closed his eyes and became totally invisible. With quiet footsteps he moved towards the Canadian man, attempting to sneak up behind him...

Kane reached down, grabbing Sayyid by the back of the neck when the knife took him in the back, just above the kidneys. Fortunately for him, the invisible man didn't know about the armor built into the X-Men uniforms, or his omniskin, which had hardened to stop the blade after only a few inches. Still, he hissed in pain as it sunk in, and then was twisted as the attempt was made to pull it free. The problem with invisibility was that once you attacked, it became painfully obvious that, at the very least, one could tell were the invisible person with the knife's hand was. Kane grabbed down, locking his grip over the hand on the knife hilt, squeezing just to the point that the man's bones were creaking and on the verge of shattering.

"That wasn't very nice." He said through clenched teeth.

The man flickered back to visibility, his face contorted from the pain in his hand. Yet his eyes were still fiery. "You deserve this, you infidel! You choose to mess with destiny and you will punished for that."

Garrison rolled his eyes and squeezed harder, forcing the man to his knees and making him relinquish the knife. "Yeah yeah. I'm sure God will punish me, etc etc. You, on the other hand, are going to love jail."

Terry kept her weapon out and level as she raced across the space to check on the yellow-skinned man. She kicked his gun away from him, even though he appeared in no shape to use it with his hand clapped over the bloody ruin of his shoulder while he rolled on the ground in pain. She called for a medical assist, then moved among the other bodies, securing them as she went and stopping beside the unconscious doctor to check on her condition.

The man Kane was holding finally bowed his head and surrendered. "You win this battle, infidel. But this is only a battle... And we will win the war... We'll be back."

"Only for a parole hearing…"