Patience, patience is more than a virtue, its a survival skill. Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. He was one of the four who escorted the human to the helicopter. [b]"She is to be taken straight of ravenloft asylum, locked down and no one sees her or talks to her understood?" [/b] 

It was this moment that he was glad he didn't inherit his dads limited fingers otherwise the gloves would have revealed him in an instant, The balaclava and sunglasses kept is skin of sky blue hidden from view too. While he waited, he watched with his head back like a sleeping solider, he watched every solider for signs of favoring or weakness to exploit. Across from him had a bulging right wrist which was most likely a brace of some kind, Kitty corner was a fidgety man playing with an e-cig while rubbing his upper arm where a patch most likely sat but it clearly wasn't enough and beside him was the senior officer fast asleep by his posture with drooped head and breathing rate. 

He could hit her with a black bolt and pop her a hundred feet outside the helicopter then himself and then what? Hope for the best they weren't passing a solid object and kill them both. He could take the guards easily and hijack the bird, only for them to hit the auto destruct and blow them all to bits. The asylum meant a super-max prison for all manner of rogues gallery for the criminally insane with powers... Hmmm.

An idea was forming as the chopper touched down and she was escorted off into a holding cell, clearly standard processing procedures were not being taken into account on this guest. Once the techno terrorist was securely behind doors, two were dismissed to report. Magnus touched the jittery shoulder and spoke up. "We'll go do the legwork, sir." Once they rounded a corner, he pated the others back and muttered in his ear under the helmet. "After we grab a smoke." 

Playing to the mans addiction, they were soon on a roof. "Got a light?" When the man looked down to find his fire, it was a fast blow to knock him out. He was soon stripped as well and gagged with a little bit of creative zip-tie to have the man hanging from his wrists from an outcropping pipe. Who in an insane asylum would believe there was a man just hanging outside the window and not trying to escape?

Thankfully, Magnus still had his million dollar keycard to walk around like he belonged with a uniform to get him past casual observation, but these alone would not get him what he needed, he needed something more. He checked the paper directory and marched like he belonged directly to the evidence armory. Now he was a kid in a candy store.