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Genosha: Onwards To Victory: Freeing Dori
Wanda takes a team to collect their wayward charges.
The prison was full of screaming alarms and shouts as they burst through a security door that had slid open a few inches. Wanda's chaos bolt had rendered the mechanisms rusty and brittle and a few hard shoves had it open the rest of the way. Ahead, it was a handful of guards, and endless identical metal doors.
Holding up a hand, Wanda glanced quickly around the corner of the door before ducking back. They didn't have much time - they were exposed where they were but the guards would need to be dealt with and quickly. She turned to the others and held up four fingers. Four guards but they would have been armed, so they'd have to move fast and hit hard. The hallway would work both for and against them in any fight because while it funneled the guards their way, it also provided limited cover for them.
She looked at the others and then gestured. Go. Now.
Cammie was off like a bat out of hell. There was no need to tell her to go twice. She hit the first guard like a freight train moving in, him doubling over, twitching and vomiting before turning and swinging to the next one.
Pixie darted after Cammie, relying on the other woman for cover. She couldn't freely release her dust when they were packed into the hallway like this, so she just tried to keep up and get out.
The last guard was skipping backwards in an attempt to avoid both Cammie and Pixie but it put him right in Wanda's way without him even realizing it. Unwilling to fire a hex blast with her people so close to her target, she slipped the knife she'd been carrying around out of the makeshift holder and threw it right as the guard was bringing his gun to bear on Cammie. With a little help from her powers, the knife slide home in the man's neck and he dropped with a wet gurgle.
"That's one batch," she said softly, "let's see what waits us beyond the doors."
Matt had hung back, letting the others take care of things, hearing the heartbeats stop one by one. Too much death, but this was war. He couldn't deny that it was war, even if he thought that killing was wrong. "Wait a sec," he murmured, moving closer to the doors and listening carefully to hear what was on the other side. "Heartbeats. I've got four. They're nervous," he didn't know if they needed to know anything else. He wasn't sure what else he could provide though either.
Chuffing her thanks at Matt for the warning, Catseye went through the door and hurled her BigCat form into one of them, driving him into a second, ripping tendons out of elbows and knees to incapacitate them.
"Fuck, Cats, save me some, will you?" Cammie said, following the big cat in and getting the third right in the face and using the man's body as a battering ram into the next one.
Pixie was close behind. As the guards fell, she noticed the cell doors and went closer to investigate. The locks were computer-controlled. "How do we open them?"
"If Mr. Ramsey were here, we'd have him work his magic until those doors were opened," Wanda commented before cracking her knuckles. "Since he is not, I suppose I will have to work mine."
Thankfully it seemed that locks on the doors only controlled that individual cell; Wanda had no desire to cause all of the cell doors to swing open at the same time. They were looking for their friends but considering what Genosha did to people, it was safer to open one at a time. Slower, perhaps, but she could speed up the process. Wanda laid a hand on the first lock and red light pulsed gently from between her splayed fingers, causing the lock to suddenly start smoking; she yanked on the door ... only to find it empty.
Side stepping to the next door, she repeated the process.
This time, it wasn't empty.
Huddled in the corner, on a shredded cot that was off the metal bed frame (the latter of which looked to be well chewed) was Doreen Green, who looked up with very little in the way of recognition in her eyes.
"Dori?" Pixie rushed past Wanda to her friend. "C'mon, let's get you out of here," she said, pulling Dori to her feet. Then, putting her arm around the eerily non-responsive girl, Pixie shepherded her out of the jail cell.
Wanda glanced down the hallway to where Cammie was whaling on some recently appeared guards. She appeared to have the situation under control. "Pixie, keep Dori close. Everyone else, make sure to keep them in the middle of us. I do not want anyone who is not us to be near her." The look on her face was murderous. "We have her back, we're bloody well not letting that change."
Now for the other doors.
Catseye wasn't much good at opening doors so she let Wanda to do it, keeping herself in an 'attack anything that comes out at us armed' role.
Dori at first wasn't sure what was going on. She had been slipping in and out of a feral state for... she wasn't sure how long now and she showed the signs of it. Her long, curly hair was matted and gross, her tail looked even worse off and she was dotted with scrapes and bruises, many of which were the result of randomly tearing up her cell. Her knuckles were also bloody, the spikes beneath the skin poking out just enough to be seen. But now she was surronded by familiar scents and had been pulled out of the cage. Not being that far gone at this particular moment it didn't take Dori much to snap back to reality.
"OH MY GOD," she hardly ever actually said 'god' it was a testament to how shocked she was at the moment, "We need to get out of here!"
Wanda smiled, just a little bit. "Trust me, we are." She'd originally thought that opening all the cell doors at once would have been a mistake but Cammie was still fighting guards and they were running out of time. "Be ready on three as I will break as many of these licks as possible in one go. If this looks to end in a clusterfuck, take Dori and go; I will cover your retreat.
The locks went haywire and suddenly all the cell doors were sprung. Pixie didn't know what to expect, so she just sheltered Dori between herself and Matt in case the other prisoners turned hostile.
Matt heard the locks click to open and he froze. "It'll be okay," he said to Dori with more confidence than he really felt. Skelly, he reached out and took her arm, like he needed her help and not the other way around. He could probably smell her from several blocks away.
"Yeah," Dori muttered, "As long as we get out of here it will be," the doors were all opening now, the locks releasing all at once, "This place sucks," Dori muttered.
Tense and ready to fight but careful not to shoot the first person in the face, Wanda watched carefully as precious moments slipped by before the first few people became brave enough to venture outside their cells. They appeared to be a mix of folk and none of them, so far, appeared to be dangerous. These must have been the political prisoners that had caught the attention of the Genoshian government in a way that ended up with them being torn from their lives and flung into this hell hole.
"Dori? Do you know where they're keeping the former President?" she asked, not seeing him amongst the people looking at her with a mix of fear and hope.
"I heard someone say something about that," Dori managed with a nod, "Then they went that way," she said, pointing, "I think I could track them..."
Chuffing happily and slashing her tail through the air, Catseye followed Dori along with the rest of the team as the squirrel girl led them through the prison to the former president.
Okim Etufunwa blinked as his door was opened, seating calmly on a chair. His cell was a little better appointed then the others; a small run, a proper chair, and a small library of books neatly lined up next to his bed. It did nothing to disguise the fact that it was a cell and he was most certainly a prisoner.
"I heard the noise. I suppose I can assume this is a prison break, young lady." He stood up, dignified in his advanced age. "I believe your companions I met earlier may have a point, and that the dead do still have a responsibility to the living." He took in her puzzled look and smiled. "The old have a tendency to ramble, my dear. Please, if you could see me to a working phone. I believe that I have a few calls to make."
"I can do that," Dori said, smiling despite the fact she looked like death warmed over. She turned to everyone else, "You guys go on, I can handle this on my own. Trust me," she said with a smile and then back to the former president, "Come on, sir, let's get you out of here."
The prison was full of screaming alarms and shouts as they burst through a security door that had slid open a few inches. Wanda's chaos bolt had rendered the mechanisms rusty and brittle and a few hard shoves had it open the rest of the way. Ahead, it was a handful of guards, and endless identical metal doors.
Holding up a hand, Wanda glanced quickly around the corner of the door before ducking back. They didn't have much time - they were exposed where they were but the guards would need to be dealt with and quickly. She turned to the others and held up four fingers. Four guards but they would have been armed, so they'd have to move fast and hit hard. The hallway would work both for and against them in any fight because while it funneled the guards their way, it also provided limited cover for them.
She looked at the others and then gestured. Go. Now.
Cammie was off like a bat out of hell. There was no need to tell her to go twice. She hit the first guard like a freight train moving in, him doubling over, twitching and vomiting before turning and swinging to the next one.
Pixie darted after Cammie, relying on the other woman for cover. She couldn't freely release her dust when they were packed into the hallway like this, so she just tried to keep up and get out.
The last guard was skipping backwards in an attempt to avoid both Cammie and Pixie but it put him right in Wanda's way without him even realizing it. Unwilling to fire a hex blast with her people so close to her target, she slipped the knife she'd been carrying around out of the makeshift holder and threw it right as the guard was bringing his gun to bear on Cammie. With a little help from her powers, the knife slide home in the man's neck and he dropped with a wet gurgle.
"That's one batch," she said softly, "let's see what waits us beyond the doors."
Matt had hung back, letting the others take care of things, hearing the heartbeats stop one by one. Too much death, but this was war. He couldn't deny that it was war, even if he thought that killing was wrong. "Wait a sec," he murmured, moving closer to the doors and listening carefully to hear what was on the other side. "Heartbeats. I've got four. They're nervous," he didn't know if they needed to know anything else. He wasn't sure what else he could provide though either.
Chuffing her thanks at Matt for the warning, Catseye went through the door and hurled her BigCat form into one of them, driving him into a second, ripping tendons out of elbows and knees to incapacitate them.
"Fuck, Cats, save me some, will you?" Cammie said, following the big cat in and getting the third right in the face and using the man's body as a battering ram into the next one.
Pixie was close behind. As the guards fell, she noticed the cell doors and went closer to investigate. The locks were computer-controlled. "How do we open them?"
"If Mr. Ramsey were here, we'd have him work his magic until those doors were opened," Wanda commented before cracking her knuckles. "Since he is not, I suppose I will have to work mine."
Thankfully it seemed that locks on the doors only controlled that individual cell; Wanda had no desire to cause all of the cell doors to swing open at the same time. They were looking for their friends but considering what Genosha did to people, it was safer to open one at a time. Slower, perhaps, but she could speed up the process. Wanda laid a hand on the first lock and red light pulsed gently from between her splayed fingers, causing the lock to suddenly start smoking; she yanked on the door ... only to find it empty.
Side stepping to the next door, she repeated the process.
This time, it wasn't empty.
Huddled in the corner, on a shredded cot that was off the metal bed frame (the latter of which looked to be well chewed) was Doreen Green, who looked up with very little in the way of recognition in her eyes.
"Dori?" Pixie rushed past Wanda to her friend. "C'mon, let's get you out of here," she said, pulling Dori to her feet. Then, putting her arm around the eerily non-responsive girl, Pixie shepherded her out of the jail cell.
Wanda glanced down the hallway to where Cammie was whaling on some recently appeared guards. She appeared to have the situation under control. "Pixie, keep Dori close. Everyone else, make sure to keep them in the middle of us. I do not want anyone who is not us to be near her." The look on her face was murderous. "We have her back, we're bloody well not letting that change."
Now for the other doors.
Catseye wasn't much good at opening doors so she let Wanda to do it, keeping herself in an 'attack anything that comes out at us armed' role.
Dori at first wasn't sure what was going on. She had been slipping in and out of a feral state for... she wasn't sure how long now and she showed the signs of it. Her long, curly hair was matted and gross, her tail looked even worse off and she was dotted with scrapes and bruises, many of which were the result of randomly tearing up her cell. Her knuckles were also bloody, the spikes beneath the skin poking out just enough to be seen. But now she was surronded by familiar scents and had been pulled out of the cage. Not being that far gone at this particular moment it didn't take Dori much to snap back to reality.
"OH MY GOD," she hardly ever actually said 'god' it was a testament to how shocked she was at the moment, "We need to get out of here!"
Wanda smiled, just a little bit. "Trust me, we are." She'd originally thought that opening all the cell doors at once would have been a mistake but Cammie was still fighting guards and they were running out of time. "Be ready on three as I will break as many of these licks as possible in one go. If this looks to end in a clusterfuck, take Dori and go; I will cover your retreat.
The locks went haywire and suddenly all the cell doors were sprung. Pixie didn't know what to expect, so she just sheltered Dori between herself and Matt in case the other prisoners turned hostile.
Matt heard the locks click to open and he froze. "It'll be okay," he said to Dori with more confidence than he really felt. Skelly, he reached out and took her arm, like he needed her help and not the other way around. He could probably smell her from several blocks away.
"Yeah," Dori muttered, "As long as we get out of here it will be," the doors were all opening now, the locks releasing all at once, "This place sucks," Dori muttered.
Tense and ready to fight but careful not to shoot the first person in the face, Wanda watched carefully as precious moments slipped by before the first few people became brave enough to venture outside their cells. They appeared to be a mix of folk and none of them, so far, appeared to be dangerous. These must have been the political prisoners that had caught the attention of the Genoshian government in a way that ended up with them being torn from their lives and flung into this hell hole.
"Dori? Do you know where they're keeping the former President?" she asked, not seeing him amongst the people looking at her with a mix of fear and hope.
"I heard someone say something about that," Dori managed with a nod, "Then they went that way," she said, pointing, "I think I could track them..."
Chuffing happily and slashing her tail through the air, Catseye followed Dori along with the rest of the team as the squirrel girl led them through the prison to the former president.
Okim Etufunwa blinked as his door was opened, seating calmly on a chair. His cell was a little better appointed then the others; a small run, a proper chair, and a small library of books neatly lined up next to his bed. It did nothing to disguise the fact that it was a cell and he was most certainly a prisoner.
"I heard the noise. I suppose I can assume this is a prison break, young lady." He stood up, dignified in his advanced age. "I believe your companions I met earlier may have a point, and that the dead do still have a responsibility to the living." He took in her puzzled look and smiled. "The old have a tendency to ramble, my dear. Please, if you could see me to a working phone. I believe that I have a few calls to make."
"I can do that," Dori said, smiling despite the fact she looked like death warmed over. She turned to everyone else, "You guys go on, I can handle this on my own. Trust me," she said with a smile and then back to the former president, "Come on, sir, let's get you out of here."