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xp_logs2016-01-26 12:55 am
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Fall of the Mutants - Aftermath
Callisto, Sunder and Cyclops go to find the hostages and discover it was all for nothing.
Sunder dropped the limp body of the uniformed man he held, looking puzzled. "I didn't even hit him," he complained. Looking around, the rest of the Morlocks - and the leather-clad mutants who had dropped in on them - were experiencing the same thing. Either their combatants did all they could to escape over the side, or they had chosen to die rather than be caught. Then the sound of sirens, still distant, caught his attention. "Cal, we'd better get our people and get out of here. The cops are taking their sweet time, but that can't last much longer."
But Callisto was standing still, her one eye closed tightly. She held up a hand.
"The hold," she muttered.
Scott glanced at Callisto and nodded, "We need to get the prisoners free and be out of here, before the police get here. I really don't feel like trying to explain what's going on here to the police. Especially when they're taking such a suspiciously long time to get here. I'd have expected them to be here minutes after the fight started."
Callisto nodded, not really looking at Scott, eyes scanning the area. Then she pointed. "That way; there's a hatch."
The hatch was locked, but Sunder made short work of it, hauling it open with a screech of metal. In the dimness below was a crumpled shape - one of the uniformed guards. His legs were still twitching in their death throes, the opening of the hatch obviously his cue to bite down on his "failsafe". Sunder made a low rumbling in his chest. "Cowards don't want us knowing who sent them," he growled unhappily.
"I can make a pretty good guess," Scott replied peering further into the hold, "I have a really bad feeling about this. Dealing with people this fanatical is never pretty."
"They're dead." Callisto didn't even need to check; her senses put paid to that. The absence of any breathing other than their own. The smell of the beginnings of a room of bodies shutting down. "All of them." She closed her eyes tightly. "Jesus Christ."
Scott looked over the bodies strewn around the hold, his mind struggling to handle it focused on one aspect. "These wounds, they're fresh," he said softly turning to glare back at the guard's body, "They must have only started killing them when they realized the boat was under attack."
"And there's none of them left to tell us who ordered this." Sunder's already blunt features twisted. "Cal? What now?"
Cal's lips twisted in her distress, pinching where the scar crossed her mouth. "I don't know," she said quietly. "I... without knowing who these people are..."
"There is nothing you can do right here and now, for them or for yourselves," Scott pointed out softly, "We can look into who they were and why they did this later once we're safe. We have some very good people who specialize in that, what's important right now is getting all your people out of here. If you want we can help with that," he offered, "I don't think anyone wants to be here when the cops finally show up, and we have something of a habit of vanishing into thin air, literally in fact."
Callisto's mouth flattened to a line, but after a moment she nodded. "All right," she said. Then, "Yeh. Thanks. Let's... go."
Sunder dropped the limp body of the uniformed man he held, looking puzzled. "I didn't even hit him," he complained. Looking around, the rest of the Morlocks - and the leather-clad mutants who had dropped in on them - were experiencing the same thing. Either their combatants did all they could to escape over the side, or they had chosen to die rather than be caught. Then the sound of sirens, still distant, caught his attention. "Cal, we'd better get our people and get out of here. The cops are taking their sweet time, but that can't last much longer."
But Callisto was standing still, her one eye closed tightly. She held up a hand.
"The hold," she muttered.
Scott glanced at Callisto and nodded, "We need to get the prisoners free and be out of here, before the police get here. I really don't feel like trying to explain what's going on here to the police. Especially when they're taking such a suspiciously long time to get here. I'd have expected them to be here minutes after the fight started."
Callisto nodded, not really looking at Scott, eyes scanning the area. Then she pointed. "That way; there's a hatch."
The hatch was locked, but Sunder made short work of it, hauling it open with a screech of metal. In the dimness below was a crumpled shape - one of the uniformed guards. His legs were still twitching in their death throes, the opening of the hatch obviously his cue to bite down on his "failsafe". Sunder made a low rumbling in his chest. "Cowards don't want us knowing who sent them," he growled unhappily.
"I can make a pretty good guess," Scott replied peering further into the hold, "I have a really bad feeling about this. Dealing with people this fanatical is never pretty."
"They're dead." Callisto didn't even need to check; her senses put paid to that. The absence of any breathing other than their own. The smell of the beginnings of a room of bodies shutting down. "All of them." She closed her eyes tightly. "Jesus Christ."
Scott looked over the bodies strewn around the hold, his mind struggling to handle it focused on one aspect. "These wounds, they're fresh," he said softly turning to glare back at the guard's body, "They must have only started killing them when they realized the boat was under attack."
"And there's none of them left to tell us who ordered this." Sunder's already blunt features twisted. "Cal? What now?"
Cal's lips twisted in her distress, pinching where the scar crossed her mouth. "I don't know," she said quietly. "I... without knowing who these people are..."
"There is nothing you can do right here and now, for them or for yourselves," Scott pointed out softly, "We can look into who they were and why they did this later once we're safe. We have some very good people who specialize in that, what's important right now is getting all your people out of here. If you want we can help with that," he offered, "I don't think anyone wants to be here when the cops finally show up, and we have something of a habit of vanishing into thin air, literally in fact."
Callisto's mouth flattened to a line, but after a moment she nodded. "All right," she said. Then, "Yeh. Thanks. Let's... go."