[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/TYdcdDvW/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Quinjet [/center][hr][hr]	Her confidence restored and her mood lightened, Guin nodded, taking a bit of a breath. She had dried her eyes and then queued up her favorite song to blast throughout the plane: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGGQRJkNutA]Cherry Bomb by the Runaways.[/url] It was practically her anthem. [color=cc33ff]"...Can't stay at home, can't stay at school, old folks say 'You poor little fool'. Down the streets I'm the girl next door. I'm the fox you've been waiting for,"[/color] Guin sang lightly to herself. [color=cc33ff]"And if you call Baby a bucket of bolts again, you can walk to Charles Manson's Vacation Home,"[/color] Guin told Mary as they lifted off and flew to the facility at top speed. It helped that she had the A.I.'s assistance. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Hello, daddy. Hello, mom. I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world! I'm your wild girl. I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!"[/color] Guin kept singing. It was a quick trip, since the facility wasn't too far from them and the quinjet was state of the art. There was a reason that the Avengers used it almost exclusively for travel - though the sports cars would have been fun. After a few moments, she landed the quinjet at the facility, shutting off the music - regrettably. [i][color=cc33ff]I'm here, babe...Well, we're here.[/color][/i]

	[color=7ea7d8][i]"...That's good to know... Apparently there might be more than a hundred agents or so in this building."[/i][/color] Guin's blood ran cold hearing that and she gripped the console once more, trying to keep her lifted mood. She didn't really need to spiral down again, especially since everyone was here and would be witness to her soap opera of a life. [i][color=cc33ff]...What else can you tell me? And you told the others we're coming right - well that we're here?[/color][/i] [color=7ea7d8][i]"Uh, I'll tell them, but that is about it, there isn't too much I can figure out at the moment."[/i][/color] Guin frowned slightly. Something was bothering her. [color=cc33ff][i]...Had you not told them yet?[/i][/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]"...Well I'm talking with you."[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Muscles, you're an idiot - an incredibly sexy idiot, but an idiot,"[/color] Guin told his future self. [color=cc33ff]"Anyways Pietro says there's over a hundred agents in the building,"[/color] Guin then informed the others. [color=cc33ff]"So...Our best bet I'm thinking would be a distraction. Maybe something to flush them out of the building. There's got to be emergency protocols - or we could just try blowing something up to get the agents out so we can get to everyone..."[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"Wait what?"[/color] the future speedster said, [color=A6C1C3]"And blowing something up sounds like it would be fun."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff][i]I love you, but you can multitask Silver Balls! I've been talking with other people while talking with you. Hell, I flew a plane and I've only done that once or twice before with limited success.[/i][/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]"I know that... But still..."[/i][/color] [color=cc33ff][i]Come on babe, you gotta focus if you're going to come and kiss me okay?[/i][/color] Guin then thought for a moment. There wasn't much in the area that they could blow up - beyond their own plane - and the roof seemed to be the easiest way to get in. There weren't very many exposed windows and the front door seemed risky to her. [color=7ea7d8][i]"What is that supposed to mean?"[/i][/color] [color=cc33ff][i]Stop focusing on me.[/i][/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]"Why?"[/i][/color] [color=cc33ff][i]Because there's more important things to do.[/i][/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]"Really?"[/i][/color] [color=cc33ff][i]Yes, you horny man![/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"For explosions...I could try the front door. Get them to come at us from that angle, then an infiltration team could enter by the roof,"[/color] Guin suggested. [color=cc33ff]"I think they're on the lower levels...that's my gut feeling, at least."[/color] [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Bbq2ndkG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=a64dff][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Quinjet[/center][hr][hr]	Damon glanced at them, hearing the proposals for a distraction and he shook his head. [color=orange]"We can't have the ship down here and up there at the same time, and we don't have people who can fly up to the roof easily...If it's a distraction you need, then that's my job,"[/color] he said, before he ran off of the jet. His tattoos were bristling and he looked at the facility for a moment, before taking a breath. [color=orange]"Dragon....Wreak havoc."[/color] 

	The dragon tattoo came off of his body and the dragon appeared, but apparently seeing a dragon was a normal thing for this facility and it was largely ignored. Damon's face fell and Folly couldn't help but chuckle slightly at it all. You would think that a dragon would elicit some sort of reaction.	[color=a64dff]"Look, I can go in and start clearing through people,"[/color] Folly suggested. [color=a64dff]"They can't kill me and I am very much proficient at killing them."[/color] She liked the distraction idea, but it just didn't seem to be practical. Damon's dragon was flying around and nothing was happening. 

	In fact, nothing seemed to be happening in regard to the fact that they had landed. [color=a64dff]"...Do they not have ways to monitor what's going on outside?"[/color] Folly wondered, her eyes flickering towards Magneto. She was beginning to get another idea as to what they could do. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/CM9wcMhC/tenor.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)[/center][hr][hr]	[color=0072bc]"...It's not my prom..."[/color] Dean mumbled, his vision blurring in and out of focus but at least he wasn't bleeding anymore. [color=0072bc]"It's...it's about everyone...about celebrating before a..."[/color] However, he then started screaming as Ayita peeled back his eyelid. [color=0072bc]"What the freaking hell?!?!?"[/color] Dean exclaimed, blinking rapidly and trying to get her to not be touching his eyelid anymore. Using what strength and energy he had left, Dean managed to sort of kick Ayita out of the way - but it was more of a panicked flail as he scrambled backwards. 

	It hurt like hell with his bullet wound, but he always [i]hated[/i] eye doctors as a kid. He couldn't stand things getting even close to his eyes. Having someone forcefully peel back his eyelid...He felt sick and panicked just thinking about thinking about it. Panting heavily from that experience and the bullet, he then heard that apparently the squishy scientists were combat trained. [color=7ea7d8]"So, the others are outside of the building now."[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"How the hell do you know?"[/color] Dean muttered. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"...Long story, not going to go into it, but they are here, so that's a good thing."[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"Cool, I'm going to shut my eyes, please don't let anyone touch my eyelids..."[/color]