Jefe. What did that even mean? If she was on the fast track to getting into the school, and probably onto the team, Shawn figured he better find out what that meant pretty soon. He wasn't sure if he could trust her to tell him the true meaning of the word, so he'd have to find out on his own when he got back. 

"Worry about the guards for now," Shawn looked back and around, seeing what everyone had been doing. Cable was still picking off the guards, one by one, and Booker was picking them up using his constructs. The rowdy little beasts were a little much to handle, but Booker made sure that they couldn't get out of his construct box. Shawn was still going on the offensive, hoping to help Booker collect as many as possible before he'd have to go back. 

The time was a little sooner than he expected. 

"Shawn!" Booker shouted. "I'm going back to the blackbird! There shouldn't be a whole lot more left."

Shawn let out a small huff of air. "Alright, Olina. Do your thing." He guess there wasn't much of a reason to keep her from not picking up other mutants. Whatever she didn't grab, he and Cable would be able to sweep the last of them up so they could get out of there. 

A guard rounded the corner and appeared before the group of liberating mutants. Wielding cattle prods, he made to aim at Olinda, hoping to stab or strike her with a hearty volt. Shawn couldn't have asked for more of a gift. His hands show forward, and made the effort to suck up as much energy as he could from the cattle prods. The plasma funneled out like a wisp, entering his finger tips. He didn't drain all of the energy from the little lightning sticks, as he still had more work to do on the other guards, but it was enough to give him a bit of a boost. 

[hr]

It took time, but the waves of guards began to slow down and thin out. Even this surprisingly large force was finite, and apparently paper thin. 

Laura didn't stop to look at the gore surrounding her. It wasn't anything that she had seen before. She could take a second to breathe, though. The guards were getting tired of dying, and they seemed to wise up. Deadpool was getting tired too, for a vastly different reason. because the guards were getting smarter, and less of them were appearing, there was less for him to do. While he had gone sword crazy for a while, guns were becoming his best friends again, and he shot them all with various counts, making sure he had enough bullets to share with everyone.

And then booker walked out, carrying a large crate with about six young children and teens inside. Most of them were calm, being housed by a mutant power, but the others still saw another prison. That was the immediate sight, and the unsureness about language made sure that nobody knew exactly what was going on.

Laura lunged towards Booker, slaughtering any and all guards who made an attempt on him and the other mutants. "Defend Booker." Was her simple, yet loud command. "Heidi, I will need you to explain to them what's going on when they are in the plane."

Laura assisted Booker with her claws, ensuring that the escort safely made it to the blackbird without any further harm. Once they were in, Booker set the construct down and made it face away, letting the children fall to the ground. 

Booker smiled at Heidi, nodding at her before he turned half way back into the fight. "Take it slow, Heidi. You've got this."