He could sense them burning the evidence one note at a time. Until
now, he'd been content to bide his time and let people make foolish
decisions, but now they're destroying the evidence of their crimes and
Kilroy will have none of it. Taking Mittasurie's advice, he has called
allies and is planning a direct strike. If he's going to be terrorist
scum, then so be it...at least he'll be terrorist scum for the right
reasons. "The mission, should you choose to accept it, is to preserve
anything and everything that points to the evidence of their crimes
against mutant kind within the facility. There are 400 guards, 10 I
suspect of advanced nature, but I don't know everything. There are
financial records for certain, likely also lab results and other
political memorandum. We want it all and to show the world the darkness
of their actions." He is, for the first time, wearing a uniform of
Genosha, including scarlet Kevlar armor, without the 'origami' look he
often has, though the armor is there, coins and all but now invisible to
the naked eye.
The base in question is on a small island, two miles from the
port. It's a jagged rock, jutting up from the Black Sea like a finger
being poked by some long sleeping titan. Stairs, carved out by ancient
settlers wind around the island with two freight elevators bolted on its
side. Advanced radar detection and other sensors sweep the area. It's a
satellite research facility, where blood samples and other materials
were sent for analysis. It's very heavily defended, with plasma
artillery and a naval vessel nearby for shore defense. In short, it's a
fortress. Kilroy and Lunair are approaching on a stealthed speed boat.
The world stands still for someone like Pietro Maximoff.
Only moments ago he was standing on the Crimean front dressed in
an empirically cut Genoshan officer uniform and now he's in something a
bit more practical for a mission which calls for digression. Black
armored front with streaks of greyscale bolts running down his chest,
sides, arms and legs. His face is uncovered, his eyes are not hidden.
The cold nature of his impassively hard expression is the testament for
exactly how little he seems to care for the humans organizing inside
against mutant kind.
He is a sentinel.
Where there was nothing before, the shock white haired son of
Magneto stands with his arms clasped behind his back and his eyes
looking over the building a few yards from where they have gathered with
a calculated observation of details. "Terrorism is perspective." Said
in a voice that drips with disdain for such overt classification.
"When the world sees the horrors perpetrated against mutantkind
they will have little option but to acknowledge the heroism of those who
fought against it."
Lunair cares. She does. And she's likely used to fighting. It's
been a part of her life for years. Direct strikes are nice and direct.
Usually. She has her armor on under a light long coat to keep herself
from getting too damp. Her expression shifts at mention of lab results.
That's not something she wants to think about. She seems surprised by
his uniform, but Lunair trusts Kilroy deeply. She grunts softly. She
seems sympathetic enough, but it's hard for her to process. Still, that
voice is familiar and she might even recognize the white haired
gentleman. She seems surprised. For now, she lets Kilroy do the talking
since Deadpool banned her from dialogue briefly.
(pause)
Even though it was a pretty good thing since Lunair is kind of /bad/ at it sometimes.
Kilroy is not Batman...or Umoja. He's not really a master
tactician, but at the rate they're burning papers there isn't time to
consult one. As soon as they are in range, he doesn't even wave his
hand. Two of the soldiers on one of the guns suddenly start
choking...invisible salt in their nose and mouth...not enough to kill,
but enough to sting and make their eyes water...then two more soldiers.
But though the boat is stealthed, it is still seen and an alarm is
klaxoned through the facility. The guns on the boat and above the island
are brought down since they had pointed skyward; terrified of the
Master of Magnetism.
Kilroy says, "We'll see." He doesn't want to be rude to Pietro but he is...in a very very foul mood.
Those are some large guns. Do you know what guns don't like?
Water. Guns do not like water. Cloud 9 sees all those guns get pointed
at the boat and she focuses. Clouds start to form inside the barrels of
the guns, complete with ice crystals meant to gum up the works. She does
this all from the relative safety of her cloud, because snipers, above
all else, really don't like direct conflict. They tend to be squishy and
go SQUISH when something tougher than a fist strikes them. No, she'll
stay up here and let the apparent strike force that's on it's way (what
luck is that?) do the...strike force-y work.
These soldiers are little more than annoyance to the mutant known as Quicksilver.
At least, that's what he would say if anyone asked him. Long ago
he learned the importance of 'image' and 'theatrics'. Like his father,
he knows the value of fear. As all the alarms begin to sound he takes
off in a blur. The speed at which he moves desolves the distance between
himself and the fortress and he vaults straight up one wall topped by a
gun nest and slides easily through the single slit openning with a
twist of his body. Standing amongst the humans suddenly, startlingly.
His fist hammers into one of their chest with force amplified
directly by the speed with which he can throw it. An penny falling from
the Empire states building can burrow itself into a man's skull, it is
said. The truth of that is irrelevant, the punch is enough to throw the
man against the far wall before anyone is able to bring a weapon to bare
on the 'terrorist' that's suddenly appeared beside them.
When those weapons 'do' rise, Pietro is moving, ducking beneath
the fire effortlessly with a tucking of his shoulders and a twist of his
abdomen. He comes up with his palm slamming into another guards jaw and
his hand closes around the man's face as he continues to turn and hurls
him into the last of the three.
"Apes."
For salt was once part of sala-- Ooooh. Lunair gets it now. She's
doing her best to catch up on years of social development. But that is
forgotten now. Lunair is but a humble metahuman (at least, as far as
she's ever known and been tested), and sadly an awesome body and/or
regen factor are not on the list of potential or current powers. It
sucks to have totally missed out on the super soldier gravy train, but
that's how it goes. Squishy she be, and squishy she shall be. Like an
angry M&M, a slight shell and soft inside, even.
Fear has its uses and places. Even if a story isn't TRUE, the
fact one might take pause and frown at it - who wants a penny embedded
in their skull or worse? Also, they are wise to fear Magneto. All
Lunair's heard and seen has portrayed the dude as a pretty solid badass.
That, and metal is ubiquitous, even within the body. That thought alone
might bring a pause in heartbeats. Yikes. Although, his brother was a
nice enough dude provided you didn't get on his bad side. Nevertheless,
Lunair is here and in the fight. She keeps that shockwave staff over her
shoulder and hefts up a rather large gun. Today, it's all about
shockwaves and lasers! Not lethal, but rather painful and will clear a
path handily.
Kilroy grins and says over the comm...rather pleased that the
boat has made it as far as they have. He can tell they have unknown
support on the guns and isn't sure how it was achieved...but he does
answer Pietro, suddenly smiling in spite of himself, "Now Now
Quicksilver...My grandfather knew some apes. Apes were good friends of
his...these goons are no ap-HOLY ELEPHANTS! Heads up there is something
under the -" And like that, a result of one of the 'experiments', the 10
'powered' individuals being paid, literally in monopoly money rise out
of the ground...8 feet tall, all cloned from the same mutant, a
glittering green collar on their neck, created by Collar of the same
name, one of the masterminds behind the tyrants in Genosha before
Mystique and Magneto cleared them out. Two of them unleash a wide spread
cone of sonic energy at the speedster while two more turn towards the
boat. Kilroy steers it hard to the left but the boat is torn to shreds.
Pietro doesn't often engage in banter mid-brawl. His jab was
intent and a very pointed dictation on his opinions of these individuals
as they fall before the abilities of a superior individual.
Him.
His fists clinch inside the armored gloves as he regards the
rumbling and rise of 8 foot tall super clones and narrows eyes at the
audacity of these peons to use genetic modification and manipulation to
create abominations of this sort.
The sonic energy hits the wall of the gunnest where he'd dealt
rather effectively against the guards and shatters it into rumble, but
Quicksilver has already vacated by the time the first pebble falls.
The world stands still. He could be walking amongst them and they
would move at a snails crawl to his eyes. Turning his deep blue eyes
across imperfect mesh of green flesh, their motions so slow he could
stand for minutes observing the intricacy of their power's
manifestation.
The point of it is, he has time.
Better still, he's accustomed to having it and knows how best to
use it. He brings his hand back and throws it forward without all the
dramatics of 'hai-yas', to put the full force of his speed enhanced
punch right alongside the left ACL.
Cloud 9 sees the boat get ripped in two. Ohh, that looked
painful. The cloud creator focuses and creates a pair of clouds
underneath Kilroy and Lunair, picking them up and bringing them into the
air safely, up on the level with her. "Thought you two might like a
hand," the woman comments. "Just tell me where you want me to drop you
off and I'll do it". Which she will do once given the command.
The woman then reaches behind her back and pulls out her pulse
rifle, setting it to 'stun' only. Still packs quite a punch. She
shoulders the rifle and starts launching blasts down at the mutants,
trying to knock them out. The blasts, from what people can see, come
flying out of one of the clouds.
Lunair also missed out on cool travel powers. Lunair seems
startled, as the fellows unleash attacks that tear the boat to shreds.
Her and her coat go flying. "Look ou-" She's worked hard to look after
Kilroy. And then suddenly, freaking cones of sonic. She might even like
Sonic's milk shakes but sonic energy is just unpleasant. Sometimes, it
is frustrating to be limited to destruction and weapons in terms of
fighting. At least she can swi--
"Hi. Thank you." Kilroy and her are safe, then! She still has her
weapons and will cheerfully pick herself up, pull the staff off over
her shoulder and wade in. Righto then. She's wielding a cat motif staff
that generates shockwaves. Things are going flying. "Sorry." It is kind
of loud, isn't it? It is.
The mutant collapses on impact from the speedster, totally
outmatched. His leg crumbles and he bellows in pain. For a brief moment,
all of them clap their hands together in a unique blend of super slap
and sonic burst but their focus is quickly diverted as stun beams bolt
from the heavens. Sailors on the Russian naval vessel shoot back but the
shots all go wide. Others are working to deice the cruiser's main gun.
Two more have an anti tank missile up but haven't yet detected anything
since the radar operator keeps sneezing salt from his nose. "**It's
horrible...make it stop!** (In Russian)
Kilroy puts his hand gently on Lunair's shoulder, attempting to
reassure her as they are rescued that she has his full confidence as he
smiles at Abigail,"Thanks for the rescue. If you can set us down at the
entrance to the building over there..." he points to a small 'radio
shack', "There's an elevator there that will go down. They're destroying
evidence of crimes against humanity." To Kilroy, mutants are human just
as he is. Human is human.
The hypocrisy of Pietro is that he does not think that he is
human. At least that's been his doctrine for years: he is better than
them. This is all a case of fear of what is superior and to him, that's
sad.
Which is exactly why he's never had a problem destroying them
when the mission called for it. These things, however, are not human.
Not once he sees those collars. All evidence they have suggests that the
collar is useful only against individuals with an X-gene. He is no more
disgusted to find out a mutant is being cloned... but now he's angry
that his brothers (clones that they might be) are being controlled.
The crumpled sonic mutant laying at his feet is given a head
tilted examination, but he ultimately leans down with a finger vibrating
so finely that it may not even be possible to see it moving at all. The
results of touching that collar is readily apparent. Unless the
creators have done some serious engineering changes, it will crumble
into bits, freeing the controlled mutant formally wearing it and
bringing one more soldier to 'their side'.
If that happens, "Welcome to the fight for your own freedom. Release your brothers while we take care of your captors."
If not? Well, it will be disappointing, but he'll simply have to punch the creature until it stops moving.
"Well then, allow me to grant you the gift of cover. Name's Cloud
Nine, by the by," Cloud 9 says. She raises her hands up and, out of the
water, a massive wall of fog rises up, tall enough to completely cover
any buildings in the area. It's also thick enough to make it hard for
anyone to see and to mess with targeting systems. "I'll drop you off by
the door and keep an eye out for you out here for a pick-up, unless you
need someone who can read Russian inside. Speedboy down there one of
yours I take it," the woman says.
Regardless of the answer, Cloud 9 will direct the clouds carrying
the two others down to the indicated building, well-hidden because of
the cover. If there are any guards, she'll helpfully snipe them before
she drops the other two off. If they indicate they'd like help, she'll
join them inside.
Lunair is somehow alarmed as things get fired up on a bigger scale.
Antitank? And ship's guns and mutant soldiers. She smiles faintly at
Kilroy and nods. "Yea," The smile fades when what's being hidden and
destroyed is mentioned. Superiority is lost on her. She knows people are
afraid of her and what she does and what she can do. People sense a
predator in their midst. And she is no doubtedly such. All of the
genetic variants confuse her, but she has powers and that makes her
different. "Pleased to meet you, Miss 9. I'm working on a new code name
because of butt jokes and a guy with bots." She states simply.
Both compelling reasons for a code name change. But for now, she
is more serious. And if she can or sees Pietro fighting, will boggle a
bit. She trusts Kilroy and/or Cloud 9 to do their thing (if that
includes following) as she dismisses the laser gun for something a bit
more traditional. And electric. It'll hurt but the lethality should be
low, at least. "We have to go quickly, whatever we wish to do. But
onward, into the beech." Unto the bre-- oh, Lunair.
The collar's engineering has changed...a lot. It's the most
advanced design Pietro has ever seen and it HAS been hardened but not a
sufficient amount to withstand his touch. The giant blinks a moment and
yawns. He seems...confused. At first he doesn't quite comprehend
Pietro's words but takes them at face value. "Collar bad?"
The other seven don't give him much of a chance to respond and
attempt to attack both quick silver and 8, but 8, free of the collar is a
better brawler than his brothers and frees yet another.
There are no guards near the radio shack and Kilroy nods, "You
can call me Kilroy. I suppose I should have a codename. I'm considering
'The Invisible Hand'...My old one belongs to someone else, and I'm still
not sure he'd approve. But Kilroy will do just fine Ms. Cloud. And if
you'd like to join us it would be much appreciated."
Using a one shot gizmo he borrowed for the mission, Kilroy
connects a card taken from one of the guards decommissioned by Pietro
and connects it to the security latch on the elevator. The doors open,
as it slowly begins to descend with Lunair, Kilroy and Abigail (and if
he joins them Pietro). There are two guards once the elevator opens
behind a bunker, but both have been knocked unconscious by large
invisible rocks.
It's the 200 guards lining the hallway between them and the main
office with plasma rifles pointed at them that are a bit of a problem.
A massive barrage of rifle fire, intense but hardly accurate
opens fire at the elevator doors, lessened a bit by an invisible rai
stone between them and the doors, but that won't stop them all....
Pietro lets his new companion handle the brothers, left to
multiply as one becomes two and two becomes four... their abilities are
trusted in as much as his own mission lies deeper inside the bunker.
Ultimately, they are footsoldiers and their existence is only as
important as the completion of th emission.
If they survive, they will find a welcome to Genosha, if they do
not... they will be honored for their sacrifice. Everything is
perspective.
Quicksilver joins the trio at the doors in the blink of an eye.
Standing with his attention focused forward and no outward introduction
of who he is. Whether this is because he is waiting for what surprise
awaits them on the other side of the doors or pure self importance is up
for debate. What remains true is his expression: Distant disinterest.
He's here, however. So that likely speaks volumes on his inner
dedication to what they're doing. Even if outwardly he plays the part of
a prick quite well. An expression that not even two hundred humans with
plasma rifles can ruffle.. even if he may well feel that tingling sense
of concern when they open fire on them upon contact.
He dances off to his left foot to dodge the initial barrage, then
to his right, weaving his way between dangerously red fire. He doesn't
slow down to consider the options, rather, his brain puts it all
together as quickly as a super computer deciding the mathematical
equivalent of two plus two. If there's one thing he's learned about
humans, it's that when they have superior numbers they have a hive mind
of confidence that borders on insanity. Use that to your advantage and
you cripple them easily. In theory, that's effective, but he's usually
not facing 'quite' so many as two hundred.
He slaps at the barrel of one plasma rifle and turns it towards
another further down the line, then another, pushing and pounding on the
humans up close where they're forced to forgo their ranged weapons or
risk friendly fire.
Ducking to one side of the elevator to avoid getting pelted with
plasma blasts, Cloud 9 reaches out with her abilities to form tiny
'mini-clouds' inside the guns of their enemies. Thick, wet fog clouds
meant to wreck the delicate devices. Another cloud is generated in
Pietro's wake, this one lifting the enemy soldiers up and slamming them
against the ceiling as best she can, trying to knock them out if they
don't fire on each other or get to the group with their fists first.
It's chaos. It is absolute chaos.
The speedster's move of the barrel and speed is indeed sufficient
to cause most of them to stop, if for no other reason than they don't
want to hit their comrade, but the turned gun does still cause several
burns at the densely packed individuals. The clouds concealing the dense
corridor cause even more chaos as the panicked soldiers begin firing at
each other, often badly, and the sheer fire of the lightning gun begins
knocking them down in droves.
To put it bluntly, the route like scared little girls. But Kilroy
is not joining them. He instead instantly notes in the magical little
map in his head when "Sergey Isanopov" instantly changes from that to
"Kl't'wew'as'aiath" which sounds like a demon name if he's ever heard
one. There is a rasping sound as the demon says in spirit speech, "And
now Kilroy Conneticut you shall pay w-" and doesn't even finish his
sentence as he is silenced with a mouth full of salt and buried under a
one ton rai stone. Not dead, but there are likely a few broken bones.
There is a smell of smoke from down the corridor.
Quicksilver fights on until the line of soldiers breaks, only
then does his quick moving hands and feet stop to regard his
surroundings. He'd done so prior, obviously, but small details were
naturally missed in all the chaos. Most notably, the smell of smoke
further down the hall.
Whatever happened with the demon is given an ounce of his
attention, since it is truly not something you get to see everyday.
Never the less, a mission to accomplish, no matter how interesting one
small piece of it may be.
Instead of bolting off like a lightning strike, he walks
purposefully down the hall. Stepping out in front of the group as
someone use to leading from ahead of soldiers, rather than back behind
them. He may not have given a single order this entire time, but every
bit of his demeanor suggests, possibly even in error, that he believes
that he is wholly in command of this little taskforce.
Such a nice guy.
Lunair is trying not to kill people. Trying. It's a bit hard,
even in the chaos. Still, she keeps from getting hit and that Kilroy and
Miss Cloud seem to be in one piece. And then SUDDENLY, A WILD GIANT
ROCK APPEARS. Whomever used that as money must've been really awesome or
a firm believer in rock solid investments. Her eyes widen. "Wow." She
hopes never to be on Kilroy's bad side.
And the smoke. She wrinkles her nose. "I guess that'd be where
the burning is," She offers quietly. And well, she'll just follow Kilroy
and Quicksilver. She is a follower today, given that for some folks -
this is very personal. She keeps her weapons with her.
Kilroy is obviously distracted...normally everything he does is
invisible. He doesn't even remember to destroy the Rai stone behind him
but when he smells the burning, unlike Quicksilver *HE* runs for all the
speed his merely human legs are worth, "No! Nononononono!" As Cloud
asks which way, Kilroy motions with his hand, not really minding if
Quicksilver takes command (like he could stop him if he wanted to
anyway) but his primary focus is on the documents, around one corridor
then down another, there are flames...tons and tons of flames, but a
rain of pennies and shells and pearls (invisible this time) help put
some of them out. There are still flames but it looks like there are
computers, file cabinets and loads of other evidence of both Ukrainian
and Russian duplicity. The motherload!
Quicksilver will never admit that he followed summons lead, no
matter how obvious it might be. However, when Kilroy rushes after the
flames, Pietro takes off in a blur towards the fire that has the man so
upset. He barely even considers the fact that fire will hurt him and
instead runs right into the middle of it and starts spinning in a
pirouette. Like a cyclone in the middle of orange flickering flame,
sucking the oxygen out of the room into the middle of this growing
funnel cloud that is one shock haired mutant.
Cloud 9 looks at the various bits of evidences and creates a
cloud. This one is under the piles of evidence, which she lifts up with
the cloud. "We need a door that leads upwards," the woman says. And
she'll also be ready to pick everyone else up with her clouds with the
full intent of flying them all out of there. She's ready to get out of
here as soon as humanly possible!
Fire is bad. And Lunair only has limited water cannon action.
She's not a hose, after all. She runs along after Kilroy, also at human
speed. Which must seem megaslow to anyone with speed powers. She'll not
interfere with fire extinguishing efforts, although she does watch the
doorway for them. "Do we have a way to take this place fully or at least
pull the evidence?" She asks quietly. An entire base of antimutant
terrorists is not likely to go down lightly. Especially not one willing
to use cannons on a Magneto.
Kilroy smiles as Quicksilver puts out the fire...every last bit
of it. He listens to Lunair and furrows his brow, "I'm not..." then he
beams as Cloud 9 begins to lift the evidence on a cloud, "There you go
dear. Best. Forklift. Ever." He begins to run to put more cabinets on
the cloud. They did it! This was going to work...and then....and then...
There was a brilliant white light, akin to the sun...a glowful
warm feeling filled the room, whispering and soft...and a voice, audible
only to Kilroy says in his mind, "Providence suggests there is a
natural order young man. Your ripples in Serbia have crossed the
line...and now you pay the price for it...' and just like that, one
might even say miraculously...the room is empty...not even ash
remains...the cabinets are gone, the computers are gone...and not a
shred of paper remains.
Oh but wait, there's more. One of the unconscious sailors on the
boat outside gets up, eyes glowing red and points one of the now
thoroughly deiced guns at the facility.
"**What are you doing?!**" One of the other sailors challenges
him but too late...the mighty plasma cannon on the deck of the ship
burrows deep and hits the buried fuel tank inside of the
facility...shaking the entire island. Eight free Goliaths jump into the
water, as do many of the slowly awakening guards above, but fire begins
to move down the elevator shaft and down to the facility underneath the
island...
Kilroy just..sits in shock. This cannot be happening!
See, Pietro finds himself in a pickle. On the one hand, he has a
Genosha teleporter in his comm unit built into the right breast of his
armor, just beneath the shock plate. On the other... there's these three
people here. Outwardly, he's a stone wall of disdain for anything or
anyone that, to all observation, aren't him... but inwardly?
He sighs over this mental decision he has to make, one that might
take an other person minutes to make, but even if he sat and thought
about it at length would only be seconds to him.
The world stands still as he makes his decision.
"Your sacrifice will be noted." He says to the trio and smacks the transporter button on his breast.
... That's one option that plays out in his mind.
It isn't the one he actually picks.
Pietro sighs and the mask cracks. He rushes at the open doorway
and out into the oncoming flame. As he speeds through it, the air used
to fuel it is caught in his wake and drug in the opposite direction.
Could he have possibly survived that?
"Right. The evidence is gone," Cloud 9 says, creating a cloud do
descend on the room, just to make sure they hadn't been illusioned away.
"We should get to safety. I'll give you all a lift". She creates
another cloud and, if there are no objections, fully intends on flying
them back out and up the elevator shaft to safety.
"Well, crap." Lunair is miffed. Annoyed. That was evidence! And
poor Quicksilver. She doesn't know the guy well, but he seems good at
heart. Even if he's all *aloof* *fabulous hair* *aloof aloof super fast
yes* sometimes and it baffles her. "Don't we have witness accounts?" She
asks quietly. Then her eyes widen as things begin to go south fast. "We
should pr-- what she said." Lunair is about making sure none of them
get killed.
At first Kilroy does not say much. At all. He merely steps on the
cloud and whispers in response to Lunair as she speaks, "Yes. Some
won't believe them, but there is still evidence, but not like this."
Would the Portal of Zentral work on Heaven? Could it really be
Providence? How could this be "Good"? A million questions whirled
through his mind but Kilroy hadn't given up, not by a long shot.
The fire whirled and followed the speedster up the shaft,
clearing the way for the cloud with the trio on board. The demon seemed
annoyed that he hadn't killed Kilroy and fired the gun again for good
measure before he was tackled by a bunch of conscious Russian
soldiers...Though singeing that perfect silver hair, the speedster had
indeed likely survived.
Quicksilver, moments later standing on the Crimean front once
more, considers what exactly happened back in that bunker. Clearly there
were things he needed to discuss with his father. Even with a war
raging, soldiers firing in pitched skirmishes, the speedster had little
pause to consider intricacies with as much depth as any arm chair
general safe on the rear echelon. His mind just worked faster.
Because the world stands still for him.
The mask has returned, even that momentary small crack snapped
out of his expression with years of discipline at never letting anyone
see what really resides within him. Only a glimpse to the wrong enemy
could be disastrous.
Up and out they go on the clouds, and Cloud 9 actually splits the
clouds up into three and kicks them into overdrive, creating little
cloud 'safety belts' for the other two as she turns up the speed to
around 6,000 MPH to get them flying out of there just as quickly as
possible. She'll drop people off wherever they'd like, of course, and
then be on her way. She wasn't planning on sticking around for now.
Though she had a feeling she'd be seeing these people again.
Lunair seems to think well of those here. She seems sympathetic
and a bit sad. Even worried for the speedy guy. She looks to Cloud 9.
She isn't sure. She is quiet too, nodding at Kilroy. "I don't know," Is
all she offers quietly. With that, she will quietly appreciate the ride,
"Thank you." And go with them. She might see them again, she might not.
Fate is strange that way.
Kilroy has Abigail drop them off in Genosha, ensuring clearance
along the way. He also hands her a plastic card with a magnetic strip,
"1 million, untraceable by nearly anyone in the world. Genosha pays its
debt, and you have my personal gratitude Miss 9. I shall not soon forget
it." He kisses Lunair as they step off the cloud and briefly confirms
that Quicksilver is OK. He would NOT want to have that conversation with
Magneto....
He looks upwards, towards the clouds and smiles...oh it's on alright. He's getting that evidence back, no matter what it takes.
