Xaviers!

"Fine," Will said, beginning to make his way towards the front gate "I never liked waiting, anyway."

"Hurry and ice the cameras before Captain Liability gets us spotted," Chase groaned.

Tereza stretched her hands forward, coalescing ice around the lenses of the cameras, "Well, I guess this is 'go'."

Seeing is this is how it is going to go, Nash uses his powers to get a better look at the keypad and lock on the door.

Shaking her head, Sam sprints ahead to catch up with Will.

"Alright, if someone's got a way past the lock without smashing, do it now because our window is rather thin."

It's a keypad. Nash can probably tell which buttons have the most wear even when they all seem the same to the naked eye. That narrows it down but still leaves a whole bunch of combinations...

"No time to figure out the order of the combination but i should be able to bypass it and activate the solenoid directly."

Nash walks up to the keypad pulls a tool from his belt that then punches a hole through the keypad's housing. He pulls a set of probes, that look to anyone else like two thin wires and connects then to his forearm computer.
He then inserts the wires into the hole he just created and brings up the computers holographic display with some sort of control system displaying what must be the potion of the wires. He navigates them to a particular position, then brings up another display, adjusts it ti it says '24V', then pushes a button.

Audibly the team can hear the locking mechanism engage.

"Got it." He smiled as he pulls the wires back out.

"Brilliant. I could kiss you," WIll grinned.

With a very satisfying clunk the metal doors slide open and reveal a large, empty elevator. The panel inside only has two buttons.

"Please don't" he thought out loud, if he had meant to communicate that or not.

He looked at the elevator itself for any possible concerns about its construction. He obviously has watched too many spy movies.

As Tereza caught up to them at the elevator, she looked at it quickly. "Once we get in, I'll wall up the sides so we at least have some cover when we get down to wherever this goes."

Sam nods to Tereza, hurrying into the elevator.

Will, antsy, followed into the elevator.

"Going down..."

As soon as everyone was in the elevator, Tereza's eyes began to glow and walls of ice began to grow on the four sides of the elevator.

Assuming somebody pressed the button, the elevator lurches to life and descends. It takes a while, though that might just be because it's moving relatively slowly. Finally it comes to a sudden stop. The doors groan for a moment, straining against the ice until they pull themselves free and through the frozen barrier they can see a blurry hallway extend out. It almost looks a little like the point, if instead of sleek metal and almost futuristic designs someone had used concrete and sadness. It apepars to be empty, although in the distance something might be moving. It's hard to tell through the ice.

The ice next to the doors molds into a largish humanoid shape, big enough for some folks to hide behind, but small enough to peek around. Tereza seems to be concentrating quite a bit at this point or maybe she's just fighting bad memories.

Sam casts her mind down the corridor, scouting ahead.

Will....well, Will just looked. Sassafrassa supersenses.

Chase readied his bow and notched an arrow with a metal capsule for an arrowhead. It was best to be prepared, and this place made the Black Lotus compound look happy.

"It won't be long before they're on us."

Down the hall Sam could feel minds flanking the corridor. Beyond that it's hard to tell but there are some mind that are more spread out scattered throughout the facility.

The rest of the team might be able to spot the signs of a relatively recent fight. Spots here and there were scorchmarks and blood have been scrubbed away, leaving behind faint shadows and several areas where two neat lines have been gouged out of the concrete.

Tereza marched the construct forward, pulling the rest of the ice from the elevator behind her in a serpentine construct. "Isn't this just the cheeriest place," she whispered, keeping her eye open for something hostile for the construct to punch.

Will followed close behind, staying on alert.

"We've definitely got a good amount of company ahead," Sam sends to the others as she advances with Tereza.

As they advance more signs of a recent fight come into view all along the corridor, along with a completely demolished door lieing inside one of the rooms, which also erases any doubts as to why there seem to be locks on the outside of the doors. They're clearly cells, judging by how spartan the room looks and someone must have busted out of this one.

"So Kinney got caught, perhaps to infiltrate, busted out to do something but got stopped outside..." Chase surmised. He surveyed the traces of recent carnage for clues to her plan.

Tereza stops next to the room with the broken door, glancing inside. She takes a deep breath and calming her nerves. "These people wouldn't waste a 'resource' like X-23, even if they could figure out how to kill her. They have to be holding her somewhere in this place. If I were a cell capable of holding X-23, where would I be?"

"Either the room walls and door are really tough, or she is restrained in a way so she can't use her claws."

"Either way, there will be extra security measures to get through. Clearly they were unaware of her identity when they put her in there."

He was notably avoiding looking into the cell.

"We should keep moving."

"Let's move," Tereza said, pushing her constructs forward as she tried to rack her memory of the place she was in. Things might not be laid out exactly the same, but bureaucrats are creatures of habit.

"I don't like this place. Bad memories..."

Past the cellsthere's doors that lead to the left and right, helpfully labelled 'Showers' while wide double-doors up ahead have a sign above it labelled 'Cafeteria'. Sam would sense that it's empty right now, so pushing on they reach a large, almost military-seeming lunch-room. On the far end of the room a door on the left leads to 'Classrooms' while on the right side a door is labelled 'Special Education', whatever that means. The later door has another keypad and that rough direction is where Sam senses most minds, maybe around a dozen.

Chase clenched a fist tightly. If "Special Education" here wasn't code for brainwashing he didn't know what was.

Bastards...

It was going to be very hard not to kill someone.

"Sam, you have a direction for us? Otherwise we're flying a little blind." Her big construct grabbed one of the tables and moved it into position in front of the doors they'd just left, just to give any late-arriving reinforcements a hard time.

Another table gets moved in front of the door to the 'Classrooms'. "Sounds like the party to wreck then." Tereza flexes her fingers and the construct does the same. "Are we done being subtle?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please say yes."

"Unless ninja-boy has any objections," she shrugs.

In response, Tereza gestured and the serpentine construct lunged at where the hinges connected to the stone, squeezing and forcing it's way into the seams and cracks. The other construct did something similar to the other side of the door around the lock, forcing its fingers into the seams there and trying to force the door out of its frame.