SafeHouse

His words startled her, but she was even more shocked as her hand-cuffs popped off. She gently pressed them to the floor, her arm shaking as she did. After a moments hesitation she took the bottle and raised it to her lips. She only drank a sip but it felt good as it trailed down her parched throut. "Why help me?" she asked as she limply let herself roll into a laying position. "I'm your enemy. I stole your powers, wretched your car, what else am I forgetting?" Her voice was still rustic but they sounded better now that she wasn't so parched. Before she could hear his answer Westlyn fell into a fit of coughing that ending up in her unconsciousness. Her already ripped shirt seemed to sag from her body but she was unaware as the car drove and she slumbered off to her doom.

Hunter only frowned a little as he took his jacket off and laid it over the girl like a blanket, though it was too short to be called that. he then sat back and sighed as they rolled along in the silence of the back of the van.

"You probably saved Cole's life, and I didn't like that car anyway." He spoke softly to the sleeping girl.

Just before they stopped outside the safe house Hunter took his jacket back and threw it over his shoulder, then lifted Westlyn into his arms and carried her inside and down a long hall. On either side of the hall were several rooms, and under each was a small AMC, or Anti-Mutant Cube, which made it so that anyone in one of thse rooms couldn't use their powers. If any of the others had been caught, they would be placed in one of these as well. The room was small, and white, with a bed, a barred window, and a trunk for personal items. He carried Westlyn over to the bed, laid her down, then, when the guards turned to leave he lay his jacket over her again before leaving. if anyone asked, he left it by accident.
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Outskirts

Rather than actually telling him, Lycan imagined the building where Romeo's mother lived, and tapped the side of his head, the signal for Psycho to read his mind. Lycan had never been good with addresses, and always just used scents and natural or manmade markers to find his way around.

"With the spped you can generate, you should be able to reach it pretty quickly. It's in a sort of secluded area, you see," Lycan said with a smirk. "But, wait until he calls her and tells her everything is alright, that he's fine, and she has nothing to worry about, got it?"

And with that Lycan took off on his own, wanting to rest and let his hand begin to heal somewhere relatively safe.
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Los Angeles

"This place, and my mom's bakery." Romeo says, laying the unconcious girl down on the couch. "She should be fine there for now. Help yourself to anything behind the bar, don't worry, nothing alchoholic back there, I don't drink...and there should be some kinda snack food as well." he gave Alex a smile then headed for the evevator, then turned back.

"Hey, this place as ten stories. There is a bathroom on each floor, but the spare bedrooms are between the second and ninth, the tenth is all mine, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't go to that one, okay?" Romeo says with a nod, "Otherwise, enjoy yourself, and there's a phone on the back side of the bar."

With that he pressed the button, and the two dull silver doors slid open. Walking inside he turned back, gave her a small wave, then relaxed as he started up. He would pick out a new set of clothes, then take a quick shower before calling his mom and saying goodnight.

As he listened to Cole Hunter ordered a whiskey sour. When his drink arrived he downed it and ordered another before speaking.

"She's asleep, in one of rooms rather than a cell," He smiled a little then, remembering his jacket on her like a blanket, but didn't look at Cole. "I have her something to help her sleep in the van, some of the good stuff like thry give us after a hard mission, you know? What they call Potion? I know I shouldn't have, but the way she was coughing it sounded like maybe a cracked, or broken rib, and you know the medics don't gave a damn about her kind..." He hated that term, her kind, he was almost the same as her, someone who had gained a mutation through unnatural means. But he continued. "She should sleep for the next few hours, and feel better when she wakes up. If you want, I'll let you know when she does."

He smiles a little and begins drinking his second drink, more slowly this time. Usually he would only have one, maybe only a half of that one, and be through drinking for the night, but after what they had just gone through he felt that things were about to get bad around LA. Then his thoughts turned to the Potion.

Potion was the nickname of the drug agents of MTD were given, the mutants and half mutants, that helped them sleep and recover after a mission, and it were drank while wounded it would also help you to heal more quickly. Normally this would be followed up by a trip to the medics to make sure of everything, but prisoner mutants weren't treated as well, and were usually just given some Tylenol, unless they were to be used for testing purposes, then, medically, they were treated like kings.

(will post with the others soon, and when i do it will be the next day, so if you want anything else to happen at night go ahead with it in your next post)

Though she felt like a piece of shit, Westlyn had to admit it wasn't as bad as it seemed. At first she was numb and her whole body felt swollen. The light of the room was intense against her eyes; for a couple of minutes spots danced tauntingly across her vision. She didn't know how long she just layed there staring up at the ceiling. Hours could have passed for all the cared. She didn't even want to look at herself for she knew she must have looked much worse than she felt. Her golden-streaked hair was dirty and matted while her skin had a thin layer of earth. The clothes, if that's what you could even call them, drooped off her body in an asortment of rips and cuts. Over her body she had many cuts and bruises, most of which were on her arms and neck.

Westlyn forced herself into a sitting position with a groan of agony. Her lungs screamed and threatened to suffocate her. She let out a watery, bloody cough. Her whole body wracked as she tried not to cough to loudly. After another horribly long wait she dragged herself to her feet and leaned against the door. "Let me out!" she yelled, her throut dry and coated in filth. "Please, let me out!" She was desprate, not even trying to cover it up.

"Sure thing," Hunter said with a small smile as he snapped his fingers and produced a small flame that was slightly bigger than that of a normal lighter. He reached over and held it there until Cole had the cigar going. "And that, my friend, is thanks to you. If you hadn't throws that liquor on Psycho I may never have figured out how to get that to work."

His smile was cut off when his phone began to ring. Picking it up he answered it, spoke for a moment, then looked over and Cole. He was silent for a moment, then sighed angrily.

"Well fucking do something! She's coughing up blood for God's sake!" Hunter then hung the phone up angrily, and a bottle of something shattered on the shelf behind the barkeep. "Sorry...here. Come on Cole, Sleeping Beauty just woke up..."

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One of the two guards walked over to Westlyn's room/cell. The other had just hung up the phone with Hunter and ran off to get the medics. They had learned before that it wasn't a good idea to keep any of the halfbreeds or full blooded mutants waiting with something liek this.

"Damn girl, you look like shit." The guard said, looking in on Westlyn and laughing. "Did you get dragged through the dirt and kicked by a horse? Don't worry, you're boyfriends's on the way. I bet he'll make you feel better." The man then began to laugh more, but suddenly he began to cough up blood as well, and he fell to the ground on his knees and began coking on his own blood.

At the same time Hunter developed a headache and shook his head, trying to figure out what ws going on. It felt like he was using his powers, but as far as he knew he wasn't, not on purpose at least.

"That's better." Hunter said as they entered the housing wing of the SafeHouse. "I think yelling back there gave me a headache, but it just went away." he then took a card from his pocket and slid it through a reader on the wall. There was a series of beeps, then the doors slid open, but before they could enter they were knocked aside by a couple of medics taking away a man who had blood all over the front of his shirt and looked like he was dead.

"Sorry boys," A woman in an MTD uniform said, crossing her arms and sighing. "One of the AMCs must have malfunctioned. It seems that man was killed by psychic powers, his ribs snapped inwards, impaling his lungs, causing him to choke to death on his own blood before he could suffocate..." She shook her head and looked at Hunter with a look that could kill before the continued. "The mutant you brought in, Westlyn Dynamite, will be used as a specimen, and if she cooperates, we may turn her into an agent for MTD. If not...well, it gets complicated. So far she was the only famous mutant we've captured."

As this woman spoke she led the two men back towards the cell room where Westlyn was kept. Two medics were just about to unlock the door and go in to see to her, and probably carry her out to the medical wing if things were as bad as the guards had said they were.

"How do you mean complicated?" Hunter asked. "I thought the government controlled the media now-a-days. It can't be too hard to say she up and went on vacation or something."

"You obviously have no idea how popular she is..." The woman gave him another death glare, however this time there was a slight twinge of pain in the look, something that maybe said she wished she could be popular like Westlyn.

(the woman is an NPC doctor, so take control if you need to, just randomly came up with her ^_^')

It had been at least 3 hours since Dustin had been thrown in this hell hole. He wondered how everybody was doing especially his friends that had gotten caught a long with him. It had been a while since he had eaten anything and he was getting hungry and he hated the crankiness that came along with it. Dustin didn't know what to do for the first time in a long time he felt scared of what the future had to hold. I what Romeo are doing I wonder if they are all safe he thought to himself. This had been the first time since his grandma died that he actually cared for anyone but himself. They understood him and what he was going through they made it fun for the first time. " Hey can I get something to eat in here I am straving" he yelled out slot of the door.

Westlyn gritted her teeth at the guard's words. She shivered as she heard his deathly coughs and soon after closed her eyes at the thump of his body hitting the ground. "Yeah, I look like shit.." she murmured and slumped against the wall. What had happened? She began clawing at the walls of the room.. or cell, whatever, it didn't matter now. "Let me out!" she repeated, voice rusty. Almost immediatly she fell into a fit of bloody coughs. Her heart was racing and she let herself fall into the corner, gasping for breath. Thats when all the voices outside the door began. She was too weak to call out and instead listened with completely impatience. When she heard Hunter's voice she almost yelled in glory. Finally someone she knew. Her eyes flickered over to his jacket and they grew wide. "Hell," she murmured and put it on, hoping that the masculine look worked. She'd make sure to return it to him later. Westlyn felt wobbly, shaken, and she let herself sink back to the ground in coughs once more.

Hunter heard Westlyn inside the room and growled. Suddenly the door of her cell room swung open and hit the man who had been wasting their time, falsely trying to open it. The woman from earlier shook her head and walked back down the hall and through a door on the right, where her office was. Hunter then shoved the other man out of the way and walked into the room.

When he saw the state Westlyn was in it made him even angrier, and despite the anti-mutant barrier his eyes began to glow and the overhead light blew, sinking the room into darkness as he walked over to her.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm going to make sure they take care of you from now on, alright?" Hunter says to Westlyn, smiling a little when he sees his jacket on her. He then gently lifts her into his arms and starts for the door, then pauses for a moment. "Please, don't use your powers, okay? If you do they may hurt you more than you already are. I'll stay with you as long as I can, though I don't know how long that might be."

He looked her in the eyes before looking back up and stepping through the doorway. There was another medic there, this one with a gurney for her, but he ignored the man and walked past both him and Cole as he began making his way to the medical wing.
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"Hey, shut up new guy!" one of the guards yelled back into the holding area. "You'll get fed in another hour when the rest of the muties get their's alright? So just shut it and man up."

The other mutants held there begin to yell, first at Dustin, then at the guards, and soon it seems every mutant is yelling as loud as they can and banging on the cell doors.

All she could do was let him carry her limp body, grunting as he picked her up. Westlyn fought with all she had not to cough on the way... wherever they were going. Why were they moving her? "Where are we going?" she asked, voice scratchy and faint. The hallway was long, almost intimidating in a way. She knew even if she tried to escape that she'd most likely get lost before even getting halfway along. She looked up at him, amber eyes dull and lifeless even against the lights above. "You're warm," she murmured, realizing for the first time in a while how deathly cold she was. It had been a long time since she had suffered like this. She faintly remembered living up and suddenly gaining her powers. Now was like that time. Everyone was against her except a couple of people she dared to call friends, though she barily knew them. She wanted to thank him but she knew if she tried to talk again she'd just end up wasting her own blood.

Dustin heard the people outside of the door freaking out about a mutant that was hurt. He didn't know if it was any of his friends and he couldn't use his extraordinary hearing because of the cubes that were taking away his powers. Looking he saw the guys from earlier pass by him. Then the one named Hunter walked past his cell again but this time with Westlyn in his arms. She didn't look to good at all they had to get out of here before they started testing them like animal.Dustin continued to yell not only because he wanted food but because he was worried about Westlyn. He tried to calm down but he couldn't help it he was getting angry and he couldn't stop it. Dustin was trying his hardest to control it he knew that he couldn't use his claws because he didn't have his healing factor and that wouldn't be good under any circumstances. " Just give me something anything" he yelled. He didn't know how long he could keep this up but he had to occupy his mind. Dustin backed away from the door and started doing push ups. He wondered how Westlyn was doing after that guy took her down the hallway to where ever was down there.

Hunter winced a little as the mutants began yelling. If he wasn't so busy he might have yelled back, or used his powers to fling them into the walls. Ignoring them he looked down at Westlyn, listening as she spoke.

"I'm taking you to the medical wing." He says quietly, "And, um, thanks." He smiles a little, but then frowns and adds, "Please, don't speak, you need to save your strength. I'll make sure the medics have you feeling better soon, alright?" A small laugh escaped his lips and he shook his head, remembering what he had just said, about her not speaking.

Soon they were out of the hallway and he took her to an elevator. After a long ride they reached the fifth and top floor, which was basically a small hospital. At once one of the nurses, a halfbreed like himself rushed over and placed a hand on Westlyn, then hurried over and opened up the doors of one of the IC rooms. Walking inside he gently laid Westlyn in the bed, then the mutant lady walked over and looked back at Hunter.

"I'm afraid you'll have to step outside Agent, I have to undress her to look her over for wounds before I can begin healing her." Hunter blushed and nodded, then took one more look at Westlyn before turnign and stepping out. The blindes then closed on the door so he couldn't see inside, and he let out a sigh before taking a seat by the door, watiing on Cole to catch up, feeling a little bad about leaving him behind like that.
-=-

"Alright dear, my name is Myra, and I'll be taking care of you." the red-headed mutant nurse said in a sweet oice as she helped Westlyn sit up. She took Hunters jacket off and tosses it onto a coatrack hook on the wall, then began to remove the girls tattered clothes, then helped her change into a hospital gown and lay back down. "I hav healing powers, but I can't heal everything, so you'll have to have an IV."

Myra then placed her hand on Westlyn's chestand closed her eyes. A soft pink glow surrounded her hand and Westlyn began to heal from the inide out. First she took care of her blood coughs, the the worst of the pains, and so on. Once she was done the swayed a little and opened her eyes.

"There now. I'll get you something to drink so you can get te taste of blood out of your mouth, then I'll start the IV." Myra says, going over to the snk and getting a glass of water. She returns and helps Westlyn take a drink before handing it to her. She then goes through the process of putting in the IV. "If you like, in the morning, after you've rested a bit, you can take a shower, and I'll have some clothes brought n for you as well."
-=-

One of the guards yells at another. The two of them argue for a bit, then one of tem stands and laves, then returns woth the 'food.' It's really government grade yada yada, the kind of stuff they feed kids in school, the cheap schools. One by one he opens the cells and gives the mutants inside the disposable trays of food, a soda, and so on.

When the guy gets to Dustin's cell, having saved it for last, he starts to open it, then there is a power surge. The guards freak out for a second, then relax as an automatic eyestems check says everything is alright.

"here you go loud mouth." The gurd says, tossing in the food. He then steps back, an closes the door, however it doesn't make the right sound when it closes. He doesn't notice this, but it actually means the door didn't lock.
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Los Angeles

Romeo woke with a start. He was covered in a cold sweat, and there were blades sticing out all over his body. He shuddered, having had one of those nightmares where you can't remember it, but you know it was horrible. It left him with a feeling of regret and panic in the pit of his stomach.

"Shit, what time is it?" Romeo asks, picking up his old fashioned alarm clock. "Five in the morning? No wonder it's still dark out...I shoulg get up, I have to go check on mom..."

In his rush Romeo forgets to change his clothes, so when he arrives at Alex's room and knocks to wake her up his clothes are tattered and covered in small cuts, as if he stuck them up on the wall and threw knives at them.
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Ourskirts

Lycan lay on a large bed in the back of a large cave system, what he calledhome, and Resistance HQ. There were several other mutants living in this cave system with him. At the moment, one of the healing mutants was kneeling beside him, folding his mangled hand n doing all she could for him.

(sorry ifi went a little god-mod with you Stellabellum, but i figured in your weak state it would go quicker this way, and you couldn't really fight back anyway, however if you like i will change the post, and feel free to virtually slap me)

During the time that she was carried Westlyn focused on not moving, not talking, not doing anything but listening to her own hammering heart-beat. When she was placed on the bed it was like heaven. After lying on the crappy benches and floor for so long she had lost her sense of what was soft and not. She didn't particularly understand what was going on when Hunter left. Instead of asking questions she went along with everything. The healing was even better than the bed. She let out a satisfied sigh as she took a sip of water. A shower? She looked down at herself and frowned. "When can I get the clothes?" she asked hoarsly and looked around. "I don't think I'll be able to stand in a shower..." She felt pathetic, weak, but it was the truth. Her body felt numb and limp, better than earlier, though, where she hadn't felt it at all, as if it just wasn't there.

"Thanks," Westlyn murmured and quickly changed into them. She never liked hospitals for that very reason. Seriously, couldn't they give you something that at least covered some of your body? It took her a couple of minutes to actually change into them. It was still hard to stand. Her knees would wobble and she often had to rely on the bed for support. After what felt like minutes of changing she let out a sigh of releif and collapsed onto the bed. "Damn," she muttered and let herself sink into the pillows.

Natasha looked out the window, the fresh air taunting her senses as she lent on the bars with her arms sticking outside to be closer to freedom. For once she missed her powers, no matter what it did to her sanity it would still come in handy at this point. She could find the weakest point of the concrete around the bars and turn her hands to metal to scrape out a bar or learn what kind of lock the door had and disable it. After a while she stopped thinking of the 'what if's and focused on finding a feasible escape method. She heard a commotion from outside, the other prisoners were shouting and banging on doors, her naturally sharp ears caught the sound of Dustin's voice amongst the anarchy. Mimic's heart leapt at him being alive but was nonetheless saddened that he was in here too, suddenly whipped into anger. The girl charged at the doors at hit it with a succession of vicious, powerful kicks that made her feet hurt but didn't stop except to occasionally ram it with her shoulder or a punch. Al the while she launched articulate but disturbing threats and insults at the guards she heard in the hall.

Cole hung back watching Hunter go "The Bodyguard" on Westlyn Dynamite. He clenched his teeth and sighed, eyeing the other guards. If one of them said a single word, they'd be sucking their meals through a straw for the next few months, but Cole was still worried. Hunter was getting attached to this girl, heck, Cole was getting attached to her. There was something about this kid and this situation that wasn't right. He decided to keep an eye on her whilst maintaining a professional distance. As Hunter and Westlyn reached the elevator, Cole heard Dustin kicking up a fuss in his cell. He walked back and opened the vision slot in the door.
"Listen, kid, if you carry on like that, the guys out here are going to try and do some damage to you. That's not a threat, it's... friendly advice," he said. "Keep calm, we're not going to hurt your model friend, we're just taking her to get patched up. And you're safe for the moment," he smiled, "because you wrecked my car and I don't let anyone wriggle out of my debt." He walked a little further down the hallway to where the mimic was being held, there was some commotion going on in her cell, he opened the viewing panel and stared in at her.
"Hey, listen. You'd better calm down too. Why do we always take the strugglers alive?" He closed the viewing slot and walked towards the elevator, trying to catch up to Hunter.

*****

He sat down next to his half-mutant partner.
"You've gotta be careful, buddy," he muttered to Hunter, taking a pull from the bottle of vodka he was still holding. Surprisingly, he was starting to feel a little drunk. "Keep treating her the way you are doing, in this place, they'll throw you in the cell next to hers faster than you can say pecan pie." He offered the bottle to Hunter as Myra stepped out of her office. He hitched his most charming and devilish smile onto his face.
"Myra, my sweetheart, it's a beautiful day we're having isn't it?" She surveyed him coldly.
"You're drunk Cole."
"Baby, I'm always drunk." He winked at her.

"He can come in, I don't mind," Westlyn murmured, closing her eyes. Yes, she was still in pain. No, it wasn't bad. It was much better than she expected. The healing had clearly done its job. The covers were nice and warm against her skin, which for some reason still hadn't warmed up. Maybe she was sick; that was the likely case. She had, after all, been beated up and thrown in the dirt more than twice that day. Her body probably wasn't used to her condition yet. Being a model was a great cover up job but it had taken its mark on her. She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking out at the door. Another person had arrived. If she was right it was Cole, but due to her extreme lack of energy she couldn't be completely sure. "The other guy can come in as well," she added while taking a sip of water. Innocent was the plan she was going for. She did nothing wrong, she told herself. She was fighting to stop a fight... right? Or had something else driven her to intervene with the fight between the mutants and the MDI?

Dustin decided that he would listen to Cole's advice which got easier when they delivered him his food if you could really even call it that. Having his plate thrown at him by a guard he said" Thanks for the wonderful hospitality fellas. Is stuff even safe for human consumption". The guard said something that Dustin really wasn't concerned to hear and closed his door. But this time it didn't make that horrible clicking sound that he heard the first time. Dustin sat on the floor an ate what they had feed him. Wondering what it meant that the door didn't make that noise he decided to check it out later after the guards had left for the night crew to come on. There was about ten minutes between change so if this was his chance he would have to do it then.

As the day guards did the final walk by Dustin was laying in the bed which made them think he was asleep. Once they pasted his room he slowly got up and watched as they exited out of the opposite side of the hallway than the way Hunter had went earlier. Getting to the door he wondered what it was that he had to do to open the door. He pushed the door but it didn't open so it is closed but maybe not locked he thought to himself.The door had two handles that he had seen the guy mess with earlier but he didn't really know exactly how he did it though. Taking his best guess he pushed to two handles away from each other but that didn't work. He didn't have much time so he had to work quick; pushing the handles together it worked this time and the door opened. Pushing the door open he looked down the hall to make sure that nobody was out there and he exited the cell. Leaving the cell he felt a weird surge of power run through his body. He ran towards the stairs but before he got there he heard smelt something familiar which was weird because he thought his powers didn't work. Walking toward the smell he opened the vision slot and saw Natasha."Hey I'm gonna go get Westlyn and then were gonna figure out away to get you out of here so sit tight". After saying that he ran the door that said stairs and looked at the building map on the wall. Figuring out where the medical floor was he took off running up the stair.

"If I could feel anything I'm sure I'd feel better than I had earlier," Westlyn murmured, looking over at him with a sigh. Multiple things were running through her mind. Most were questions about her friends, but they probably wouldn't answer those even if she bribed them. Instead she sat up and yawned, messing up her hair slightly in the process. She hoped innocent and cute would work, but that might not work on Cole. Since he was an older gentlemen he'd be more experienced with women... maybe.. She pulled herself from the bed and stood, only to wobble in both reality and in her acting. "Why are they helping me?" she asked, using the bed as a prop to hold herself straight. Her amber eyes flickered to his before pulling away as if in embarasment, which it was in a sense. "Why am I not caged up like the rest of the mutants?" Westlyn put on her best scared face without overdoing it. She had to be a good actor for modeling and right now it was paying off. She looked as if she was about to burst into tears but was holding it in. She waited for an answer, swaying slightly.

Cole walked into the room behind Hunter. He spotted a chair in the corner and fell back into it, crossing his arms across his chest and watching the other two silently. The kid was trying it on, he could see it in her body language, to Cole it seemed a little desperate, but he wasn't so sure that Hunter would see it the same way.
"Hunter, make it snappy, I wanna catch Wheel of Fortune," he grumbled. He took another swig of vodka and fell silent again. But, God damn it, she did look so much like Claire. He cleared his throat.

As he watched Hunter and Westlyn talking, he wondered what was so special about this girl that Hunter would be following her round like a lovesick puppy dog, risking his career for her. He wondered whether they'd try to convince her to become an agent. Surely a leech would be too valuable an asset to pass up. Cole reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigar which caused Myra to bustle him out of the room and into the elevator.
"Drinking was bad enough, now you want to smoke around a girl who could hardly breathe five minutes ago?! Get out!" She cried at him. He stepped into the elevator, turning his back to the doors and rolling his eyes. He still didn't have a light for his cigar, but he had an idea of where he could get one, the night shift down in the cage area. The guards usually played a pretty good round of Texas Hold 'Em down there in the evenings. Cole laughed, maybe he'd join them, see if he couldn't rustle up the funds to fix his automobile. He pressed the button for the holding facility and folded his arms across his chest as the elevator descended.

Dustin had finally made his way to the medical floor. He still had on his dirty bloody clothes from the fight and he hadn't taken a shower so walking pass someone would bring to much suspicion. So before he went thru the door he tried listening as good as he could to see if there was anybody on the outside of the door. Coming to the conclusion that the coast was clear he entered the hallway. Following Westlyn's smell he managed to locate the room she was in they where running out of time they would notice he was gone soon and getting out would be impossible. Without checking to see if the room was empty he went inside to find Westlyn talking to Hunter. Shit this can't be good he thought to himself as he stood there is a bad situation.

When Cole opened the slot to Natasha's door he was greeted by a venomous glare of desperation, he dared to tell her to calm down in such a situation. "I'd like to see you cope so well in this damn cell..." She gritted her teeth and paced up and down the length of the room, still seething. She need to calm down and began going through the moves of one of her kata; Bai Sai Dai, which helped her release some of the tension but the girl soon found that there was not enough room, running into the walls which only fed her frustration. Mimic sat down on her bed and began to go through the first twenty elements of the periodic table in her head, remembering their properties, molar mass, etc... It was difficult but that was the point, by the time Dustin had managed to open his door she was once more calm. Nat heard him walk down the hall to her and went to the door, it didn't sound like a guard and when she saw his face in the slot she immediately grinned, "Hey I'm gonna go get Westlyn and then were gonna figure out away to get you out of here so sit tight" She nodded, "It's not like I've really got a choice or anything..." She sighed.

The doors of the elevator opened and Cole let out a violent exclamation as he saw the door to Dustin's cell, wide open.
"FUCK!" He grabbed his cellphone and called security. "I want this place locked down, right now! Nobody in or out, you got me?" He hung up and stalked his way down the length of the corridor to check on the other one they'd taken. He flung open the viewing slot of the door checking on the mimic girl, someone had said her name was Natasha. He glared at her.
"Hey, Men At Work, where's your boyfriend, Crocodile Dundee?" He waited for her to answer, but she didn't seem too forthcoming. "Okay, so he escaped, but why did he leave you behind?" He thought for a minute then looked back at Natasha, a look of horror on his face. He flipped open his cellphone. "I need back-up to the hospital wing and I need it five minutes ago," he screamed into the phone, running for the stairs, not wanting to waste time with the elevator. "What kind of clumsy, cheap ass operation are we running here, letting the mutants out of their God damn cages," he spat as he ran.

" Look Hunter I don't want to have to hurt you or anything like that but I got to get her and we got to go" Dustin said as he walked close to Westlyn. He didn't know what he was gonna do if Hunter tried to put up a fight he had swords and by time they finished the fight it would have been too late." Westlyn you think you got enough energy to keep up?" he asked her. Time was running out and he could feel it in his bones. He wondered if they would have enough time to go get Natasha. Just then he heard Hunter's phone start to ring.

(Short post I know)

Westlyn blinked as Hunter looked up in mid sentence. She was both startled and releived to see that Dustin was there. But it was even more shocking when Hunter just threatened, never really attacked. He was an agent, wasn't he? Why wasn't he attacking the escaped prisoner. She flinched when Dustin asked her if she could keep up. "I may be a sicky but I'm not dead," she replied with a weak grin. Outside she could year the yells and shouts of men as they scattered around the building. "Where's Natasha?" she asked. Westlyn knew it was probably weird for her friend to see her in the arms of an agent, but hopefully he would get past that and suck it up like the man he acted like. She still felt dizzy, maybe even nausious, but right now that didn't matter. Escape. Escape was what mattered, and they were far from it.