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[color=f5e2ba][sub]New York City, Long Island, Airport Industrial Zone.
Damage Control's Long Island Secure Storage Facility.[/sub][/color]

"Hey, did you make more coffee?" Desmond's eyes lazily trailed from the one small screen set up on the desk top to the array of screens lined up on the wall above the desk, four by two, for a total of eight screens constantly updating with the closed circuit video feed from around the Damage Control Long Island Storage Facility. There was no sound in the small security office but the sound of the basketball game on the small screen set-up on the desk top, and the hum of the servers behind the security glass at the back of the room. 

Even after the sluggish Desmond realized Edgar hadn't answered, it took him until the next time out to sigh and turn his body in the swivel chair to see if Edgar had fallen asleep. He found Edger. 

Unconcious, slumped on the floor. A blonde woman in black and bare skin and spikes standing over him. Desmond's sleepy eyse stretched wide at the sight, shock freezing him in place. The woman had no such hesitation. She simply took the back of his head and smashed it against the wall of screens above the desk with the ease of a grown man tossing around a toddler. Desmond began to bleed on the desk as he crumpled, unconcious, in the chair. Illyana paid no mind to the security guard with the 'Desmond Blake' nametag on his grey trouser, dark blue shirt, black belt uniform. She'd already snatched the security pass from the first guard who was making coffee when she appeared behind him via one of her teleportation discs, taking his neck from behind in a choke hold, silently forcing him to unconcious before the other guard lazily asked about coffee and didn't turn around for another minute.

It was enough she was already looking through the camera feeds for what she wanted. That was the moment she found another guard, and another individual, on one of the cameras. Her head tilted to the side, just barely, as intrigue compelled her attention to stay on the feed. Beams, weapons shrinking, a suit of armor. Illyana felt her teeth grit. [i]I hate armored suits.[/i] It reminded her of cowards; it reminded her of Tony Stark. Whoever it was didn't seem to account for a modern security system--a fortunate thing she had used Unconcious Security Guard #1's security pass to disable to the surveillance systems, motion detectors, heat sensors, magnetic trip-wires, and every other little toy Damage Control had put in place to sure the toys of others stayed out of their rightful hands. 

Or, at least, in the hands of someone who wasn't considered the 'bad guy.' The disc of angry gold light expanded from a speck of light until it was a roughly circular shape with an image that grew fuzzy and rough at the edges, and was just big enough for her to walkt through. Getting what she came for was a short trip, and was a matter of shoving another guard who never saw her coming face-first into a brick wall and letting him fall unconcious on the ground like the others from the security office. "Squishy hew-mans," Magik commented, with a smirk, as she began ripping through all the double-sided cardboard Uline stamped boxes that was supposed to hold some of what she was after. 

It was an after-thought when she reached down to the knocked out guard's shoulder pinned radio transmitter, and depressed the button on the side of it to open a channel, "Intruder in power armor, size-morphing, heading towards Section 2-B in Warehouse 4. They've already knocked out..." well, Illyana saw him take out two guards on the camera feed, but she was absolutely going to blame him for the three she knocked out, too. "Uh, five of us. Armed and dangerous." 

There was some radio chatter in response that she ignored; thirty seconds later the alarm klaxtons began to sound as red emergency lights began to pulse along with the audible alarm that was loud enough to make her wince, and ring her ears. A quick teleportation disc opened next to her, much smaller than the ones she used; this one she simply tossed a paticular cardboard box in, and let the disc disappear. Some of what she had come after was secure in Limbo, so now...she could turn her attention to the poor bastard she had just set the entire Damage Control facility on. 

A larger disc appeared a heartbeat later, Illyana stepping immediately through it to began her observation of the shitstorm that was about to head Power Armor's way.