Xaviers!

"They're going to be sending in reinforcements once they realize the facility has been compromised. I'm going to find whatever generator they got powering this place and blowing it up before that happens. If you happen to forget some of these assholes down here then I'm sure not going to remember it. But you probably shouldn't." she adds after a short pause during which she forcibly reminds herself that she's supposed to be some kind of role-model for these kids.

"Where will we meet you?"

"By the elevator. I take it you got the jet parked outside somewhere?"

"Not parked, but it'll be back. No good place to land it out there and not get it found," Tereza said, approaching slowly.

"Well then, let's get moving. I've a feeling I'm stuck hauling that one," she thumbs over her shoulder at the werewolf she fought.

"I'll take care of Mr. Burny," Tereza said, most of her armor peeling off to encase and move Flashfire.

Tereza Rozanov wrote:"Now I suggest you get out unless you want to be buried with this place," she said before seeming to address Will. "Let's go. We've got more work to do."

"You're sure you don't want me to keep her stuck here?," the blob of cement-putty said. "We'd see how long her fucking invulnerability lasts, wouldn't we?"

"You heard Miss Kinney," she says, heading back and hefting the werewolf up.

"No," Tereza responded to Will. "I got a second chance and she should too. I don't know that it will do any good, but she should have it all the same."

Will grumbled something to himself, but shifted back to jog after the rest of the team.

"I won't be carrying anyone with this hole in my shoulder. I'll keep watch," he said, businesslike.

It doesn't take very long to round everybody up in the elevator and soon after Laura comes sprinting down the hallway with a bunch of kids of varying ages in tow, carrying two "teachers" over her shoulders who are clearly knocked out.

"Alright, let's go. We got about ten minutes." It's kind of cramped with that many people in the cabin and some of the 'students' are looking around kind of dubiously. Especially the older ones seem to have bought into at least some of the propaganda they've been fed here. Still, everybody seem eager to get out, although a significant chunk of them seems to have decided they'd rather try and hijack the next bus and make their own way. A couple end up following Laura though, much to her chagrin, as her and the team make their way towards the clearing where the Quinjet is setting down with roaring engines.

As they board the jet they can hear a muffled explosion in the distance that they can feel in the ground before a thick plume of dust rises above the trees in the distance. As the plane takes across the treetops they can see the small concrete structure has sunken into a bunch of rubble where the ground has collapsed down a couple feet.

"Alright, all aboard Xaviers' Flight 001, straight out of frozen hellscapes," Will said, clambering aboard.

Sam reluctantly shifts back down as they board the jet, at least mindful of the payload they'll have to fly out of Russia with.

She still looks a bit on edge though, fidgeting with nervous energy and not yet strapping into her seat.

Tereza smirked at Will, "I object to that characterization. It's not *all* hellscape."

Will glanced at Sam out of the corner of one eye.

"Could have fooled me."

"Just this part of it."

When the plane leveled off, Chase got up to locate a first aid kit. He soon sat back down to treat the wound as best he could. The process hurt more than he remembered, as evidenced by the decidedly un-badass yelp when he poured some rubbing alcohol on the wound.

"Craaap that hurt."

Now that she was coming down a bit, Tereza sagged into one of the seats, leaning her head back.

"Need any help?" Nash directed towards Chase.

"No, I've..." he began to say, then shook off stupid macho stoicism, "Yeah, thanks."

Antsy, Will paced to the back of the plane, looking out the rear window.

"You're welcome." Nash said. He obviously knew what he was doing as he helped treat Chase's wound.

"Think we were followed?" She asks Will.

"Wouldn't put it past them," Will shrugged. "I can't see shit,though. The plane's probably got better sensors anyway."

"It's like it was easier down there."

"That's because it is." Laura says, stopping where Sam and Will are sitting, glancing over to Chase to make sure he's doing alright. She looks like she's trying to formulate a longer response but then just kind of gives up. "It's just simpler. Less messy."

"...didn't really click until I stopped trying to jam the telepath, and just waded in."

"There's less thinking involved," Will nodded. "It's more natural."

"...guess so," she says, her hand growing claws as she turns it over.

Nash Riley wrote:"You're welcome." Nash said. He obviously knew what he was doing as he helped treat Chase's wound.

With the top of Chase's uniform removed to get to the wound, Nash and everyone else got a good look at his many scars. There was even a gunshot scar. Also exposed were various black tattoos of predominantly Asian design; most notably the dragon coiled around his right arm and the lotus over his heart. The tally marks on his back that only Nash could see counted seven.

Laura Kinney wrote:"That's because it is." Laura says, stopping where Sam and Will are sitting, glancing over to Chase to make sure he's doing alright. She looks like she's trying to formulate a longer response but then just kind of gives up. "It's just simpler. Less messy."

He looked as well as could be expected.