xp_logs | Operation: Mutant of the Seas

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X-Force decides to make their move on the ship, starting with security.

This time, there wasn’t a need for elaborate tricks to get around security. As she walked by, Cammie reached out and stroked her fingers across his cheek and lips. It would have been a seductive gesture if it wasn’t immediately followed with his eyes rolling back into his head as his body started to seizure. Kevin caught him as he fell and jammed an epipen into his neck, quieting the thrashing. He pulled the command card from the man’s belt as well as his sidearm and opened the door.

“Ok, the Security Centre has lockdown capability. We need to crash it hard. There’s a mutate in the corner. We need to take him out of the picture for North and Lee to board, but I’m told they’re essentially hostages, so nothing lethal.” He passed the gun to Cammie and drew his own from the back of his pants. “Gabe, I need speed and confusion.”

He passed the flashbang over to the younger man. “And I’ve never met anyone more confused. Go get ‘em.”

"Gee," Gabriel said flatly, taking the flashbang from his spy mentor/teacher/whatever. "When you ask me so politely, how could I not?" He looked at their guns, raising an eyebrow and saying nothing. "Right. Back in a — well," he smirked, raising the hand with the grenade in it, "you know." He snapped his finger for show, and then took off at super-speed to be a distraction.

Kevin settled back against the wall, waiting for the impact. The door opened, shut and opened again that they could hear a brief clap of thunder as the air rushed back in to fill the space. In a moment, it slammed open again with a sound of an explosion, smashing against the wall. In enclosed spaces, flashbangs were particularly effectively.

"Cammie, move." Kevin said, moving behind the women into the room. Papers were strewn everywhere and several security men held their ears as they kneeled on the ground in pain. Unfortunately, Brandt wasn't one of them. For some reason, the man had ear protection on as he pointed his weapon at them.

"Moving forward would‎ not be very conducive to living," Brandt said dryly, reaching up to ensure his headset was still firmly planted over his ears. "I'd suggest you freeze and put your hands up. Anything else will result in your immediate termination."

"Dammit Brandt! It's me!" Kevin said, having morphed into Herbert Mudd's image before stepping through the door. The former Magistrate hesitated, just for a moment. But a moment was all Gabriel needed.

In a second, Gabriel whirred next to Brandt, moving his leg at full force to the man's left knee and driving an elbow into his back as he returned to normal speed. It was an echo of something he'd remembered seeing an MMA fighter pull - though he also remembered it being kind of illegal.

Brandt fell to the floor in pain, his gun momentarily forgot as he tried to centre himself. Mutants, Of course. Through gritted teeth, he glared at the trio. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"We'll take the mutate for a start." Kevin motioned for Cammie to secure the young man, who was cowering in the corner. "See, funny thing is that we kind of have this thing about slaves."

Moralists. Brandt looked impassively at the others in the room. "Slaves? There's no slaves here. Everyone has been given a fair option. What's to complain about? They have food and shelter. Stability. More than they'd have elsewhere."

Kevin regarded the man levelly for a moment and then shot him twice in the face.

"Jesus Christ!" Gabriel jumped at the sound of the shot, leaving the ground the first time and backing into a closed door the second. He looked at the end of Sydney's barrel, then down at the man he'd just struck, the man who was now slumped in front of Gabriel's feet. "Fucking — holy — what the fuck?!"

He squatted down, looking closely at the man. His heart was racing, and he looked back up at Kevin. "Did you just fucking — I mean, Jesus fucking Christ."

"There's no changing that kind of mindset. And we don't have room for prisoners." Kevin motioned with a nod. "Never kill a man in anger, Gabriel. You only do it when one needs to be killed. Let's get moving. Dom and Wanda should have boxed up the roving security by now."