[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s18.postimg.cc/x3ou90xx5/238d07814b56d3f7c990b347f2b80453.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Hallway Outside the Lounge[/center][hr][hr]	As Future Pietro - or Mateo or whatever - called Lance Lando, a thought occurred to her. If they had come from a desolate future, where was her future counterpart? Where was Mary's or Allison's or Carolina's? She truthfully didn't mind that he had stolen her nickname for Lance, but Lance clearly did. There was something a bit off about how he had acted when she ran into him earlier that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Did he have a problem with Pietro or something? She couldn't imagine why - Lance of all people knew what it was like to be seen as nothing more than one's father. Guin went and stood next to Lance, putting an arm around his shoulder and giving him a smile. [color=cc33ff]"Don't worry too much, Lando,"[/color] she said quietly. She could tell that he was scared. 

	Guin ran towards the window with Lance, taking in the sight. [color=cc33ff]"Well, shit. I wish I could say it's just Hammer Tech but that looks more like Trask stuff to me,"[/color] Guin admitted. She nodded as Carolina and Beth went up, before turning to the rest of the group. She wasn't the field commander of the X-Men - that was Mary's job - but she figured she'd at least lead this small group. [color=cc33ff]"Okay, everyone goes in pairs. Mission is to get all of the kids evacuated to the Blackbird. Items are replaceable - people aren't."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Dean, you've got some sort of speed, right?"[/color] Guin asked. The wannabe speedster nodded his head. [color=cc33ff]"Okay, perfect. You need to go to every computer in this place and pull the hard drives from them. Try not to destroy them, but if you have to, do it. The less information O.M.E.N. can get when they sweep this place, the better."[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"You got it, Ms. Stark,"[/color] Dean said before rushing off. She rolled her eyes at that, before pulling out her phone and seeing the text from Cassandra. She shot a quick one of her own back - [i]Sounds good, boss.[/i] She wasn't technically a SHIELD agent anymore - she was on reserve, meaning they could call her in whenever they wanted but she wasn't considered active duty. [color=cc33ff]"Lance, you're with Allison. Charlie, go with blondie - sorry kid, I don't know your name. You get in a situation where you don't see a way out, give a shout and don't panic."[/color]

	She then headed off to meet Cassandra at her room to arm up. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.org/5yix22r6n/original.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Hallway Outside the Lounge ---> Various Rooms[/center][hr][hr]	Dean didn't have any sort of super speed, just reflexes. And given that he hadn't been in a combat mission before, he wasn't about to argue with Iron Man's daughter over what to do. He quickly headed downstairs, knowing that pretty much all of the important computers were kept in the labs. The feeling of the ground vibrating was unnerving. He made his way down the stairs and found the labs, heading inside and pulling the hard drives. They were rather thin and he threw them all into a bag, making his way through the various rooms. 

	He didn't want to imagine what sort of information could be on them - probably their addresses, their families, their powers and their weaknesses. He gulped a bit. What if OMEN tried to kill everyone he knew? From what Future Pietro had said, they were relentless and they wouldn't stop at anything. There was nothing beneath them. His thoughts flickered to his long lost sister for a moment - would they get her too? He assumed that she had to be a mutant as well. Dean bit his lip and shook his head. Once he was pretty certain he had grabbed all of the hard drives, he headed outside, trying to get an idea as to where they were supposed to be evacuating to. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s7.postimg.org/tzrebaed7/tumblr_oizppp0v_ZR1vmjs6wo1_250.gif[/img][hr][color=a64dff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Grounds of the Institute[/center][hr][hr]	Folly raised an eyebrow at Richard. He wasn't in charge, last she checked - but she imagined that he would be reminded of that soon enough. She rolled her wrists, letting them crack, before doing a similar process with her neck. She could heal from whatever the sentinels threw at her. She gave the Future Pietro a bit of a smile. [color=a64dff]"Palla Latchi...I can buy you some more time,"[/color] she said kindly. Her knives gleamed a bit in the light and she started to walk forward, heading towards the sentinels. She didn't know what it would take for them to wound her so badly that she couldn't heal back from it - but these were only first generation sentinels. She could handle them. 

	And besides...As long as Mary survived, this would all be worth it. The world could end but without Marygold Isley, it wasn't a world that Folly wanted to be a part of. She glanced upwards to see Thalia and couldn't help but smile again. Sure, they were under attack - but the people she cared about most in the world were all together again and the hallucinations were at bay.