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 "This place is horrible." Maya had been mostly quiet on the trip over, which was merely situation nominal for her on the best days. She'd never been particularly chatty, and the atmosphere in this place seemed to suck any degree of happiness down into its overall miasma and kill it dead. She'd have been surprised at the depravity some could treat others with but she had way too many examples of just how shitty human beings could be. She held her batons at the ready as they reached the nearest corridor to the holding cells, and noted the number of inhabitants to each cell. Crowding people in like sardines always seemed to be the point in these places, just one more indignity amongst a number of them. If she ever got a hold of any of the leaders, she'd definitely have to see how far she could stretch 'non-lethal force' to. "It's certainly not going on my list of holiday destinations." Scott agreed, eyes dancing over the crowded cells, the forlorn hopeless faces of the cramped prisoners. They may have turned their faces towards the door, but only with the dull look of those who had been beaten so long they could only expect more. Hope was a tenuous thing, and now, with even hope taken from them the prisoners were little more than husks waiting for the next round of experiments. "The more I see places like this, what they'll do, the more I start to wonder if Magneto wasn't right." A sigh escaped the man's lips, weary and tired as he gestured at the door, "We can't leave them in here." “We need to find the guard room.” Maya noted, striding forward as she kept her head on a swivel to make sure they weren’t ambushed. “It’ll have the controls.” "Let's call that plan A, plan B is I blow off the hinges and the doors come falling down." As he spoke Scott's eyes glanced over the building, of course the bad guys wouldn't just leave wires hanging out like a path but "We haven't crossed a control room yet so I guess we have to head deeper in." Green eyes watched them from a solitary cell, the collar around their owner’s neck humming lowly. “Guard room is that way,” he muttered, pointing down one of the directions in the upcoming fork in the hallway. Maya looked at the ‘prisoner,’ cataloguing any evidence of wounds so she’d be able to triage him properly later. “Thanks,” she said, remembering to vocalize. “We’ll have you all out of here soon.” “Whatever,” he shrugged, not seeming too confident in their ability to do that There was something sad, almost heart-breaking about the lack of hope, of anything other than soul crushing despair in the man's face as he sat hunched against the wall. Scott wanted to say something, the magic words that would lift him off of the pit of darkness that he was enmeshed in. The X-Man knew from experience though that sometimes there were no words that could lift your spirits, you had to see tangible proof. Proof that they would have to provide. Silently Scott touched Maya's shoulder, nodding down the hallway in the direction the man had indicated. "I'll open the door, you move in using the surprise. We need them down fast, preferably alive but..." his eyes glanced at the cells, "don't put yourself at any risk." Another step as his eyes started to glow, energy gathering before with a crash, the guardroom door went flying into the room. |