Rogue: Log

Who: Marrow, Wanda, Pietro, Rogue
What: The Brotherhood decides it's time to make a statement.
When: June 19th, 2009
Where:
100th Precinct - Queens

This is the 100th Police Precinct in Queens. Use your own imagination.

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Uniforms:

Dressed for action.

That essentially summarizes Pietro's current attire. Clad in thin, form-fitting leather from head to toe, he sports his usual monochrome; a white lightening bolt divides the black material of his uniform in two, extending from just below his right hip up and over his left shoulder. Flowing directly from the bolt is a low collar and, from that, a sturdy zipper that runs down the front of his uniform to his waist. Just below his knees are a pair of customized combat boots, the toes and heels (all the way up the backs of the boots) of which look to be reinforced with some sort of semi-flexible metal. This metal is also present in the three straps that cut across his mid-calf, securing the footwear in place and - presumably - adding a small amount of protection. Though not especially armoured, the suit seems to be designed for optimum movement.

While he has altered his garments, the boy hasn't bothered to change his visage. His silver eyes are still lined in black; all piercings are present and accounted for along both ears. The sides and back of his head are shaved nearly to the skin, contrasting with the short, white spikes of hair that crown him. Two longer locks jut back and to either side, bordering the outcropping of gelled spires like a pair of white antennae.
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Red. This young woman is very, very red; she's dressed in varying shades of red and black, and her hair is red as well. Her exact age is hard to determine (thanks to the amount of makeup she's wearing), as is her height. Though she appears to be fairly tall - about 5'9" - the slight heel on her boots may be to blame. As for age, she's probably somewhere in her late teens, but there could easily be a younger face beneath the lipstick and eyeliner.

Her hair is long, perhaps shoulder-blade length, and wavy. It's actually a wig, but it would be very difficult to tell that without a close examination; the hairline is masked by a black spandex 'headdress' of sorts, which frames her face on both sides and then spans in a 'v' shape across her forehead. The black spandex continues down her neck as a sort of turtleneck, and then disappears beneath a red dress. There's a keyhole opening at the chest, where the black under-suit can be seen again, and black spandex leggings can be seen through the side-slits in the dress's skirt. The dress itself is made of a light scarlet-colored fabric. It has off-the-shoulder sleeves which end just below the elbow at a cuff, and a knee-length skirt which has been slit to the hip. That, perhaps, is part of the reasoning behind the black bodysuit that she wears underneath it all: it's for modesty. Black gloves meet the red sleeves without a gap, and her red boots extend up to just above her knee.
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An already imposing figure at six feet tall, this young woman looks like a walking nightmare. For the most part, she looks as any older teenaged girl might except that she is horribly deformed. Large, thick spikes of bone protrude out from somewhere near her spine, sticking out of the back of her black uniform. There are eight in total, four on each side sticking out behind her like some kind of perverse peacock's tail. The ends of each spike are knobby and resemble the grip of a knife, then flare out briefly, tapering to a thinner 'blade' which disappears somewhere within her body.

Two smaller 'blade' bones stick out from her forearms at the elbows, though these nearly lie flush to the forearm, not sticking out as much. The fitted uniform's fabric bulges out slightly in the collarbone area, though it does nothing to reveal what it hides beneath.


Purple hair hangs loosely around her thin face. The same hue frames eyes that seem perhaps too blue in eyebrows and lashes. Perhaps her days on the streets have contributed to the dark shadows beneath her eyes and her overall thinness with some muscle definition in the arms and legs, shown through the dark fabric.

The uniform appears to be made of a thin leather, wrapping around her body nearly like a second skin but allowing for some modesty. The collar ends just near the nape of her neck where the zipper rests, its track running right up the front of the suit. Arms are fully covered to the wrist, ending with a pair of leather gloves. The legs are assumed to be covered right down to the ankle, though the leather dips into a pair of calf-height black leather boots, zipped up the side and with flat, rubber soles.
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The young woman looks to be in her late teens, with all the pride and defiance that goes along with such an age. She stands a little taller than average and looks as though fitness is at least a part of her regular routine. Her chestnut hair hangs straight and smooth to about mid-back, though it is really the two white locks that fall either side of her face that demand attention. Brown eyes hint at a vulnerability and perhaps even a warmth that was repressed many moons ago.

Today Rogue is dressed for business: the business of fighting for the cause. She wears a full-length, form-fitting, high-necked leotard, green on the sides and back with a great wide stripe of yellow running up the front and on the inside of each leg. Over this, she wears a black leather duster that reaches to the ground. The sleeves are rolled loosely back, revealing a green lining: tight gloves of a matching green cover her hands below this. On her free, she wears a pair of black leather boots, which are done up to mid-calf with a series of chunky silver buckles. A thick belt is slung loosely around her hips, fastened with a matching silver buckle.

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Everything was planned out accordingly and the car waited just outside the headquarters for the team to assemble. Before long, the Brotherhood was en route to Queens and a very specific destination. The driver keeps his head pointed directly ahead as he smoothly navigates traffic. He's been in the city for a while, apparently.

The jeans and witty T-shirt are gone, and in their place is a green and yellow bodysuit covered (thank God!) by a billowy jacket. Doing her best, and no doubt failing at least in part, to hide her nervousness, Rogue sits in the car, watching anxiously through one of the windows as they draw ever nearer their destination. Drawing in a deep breath and forcing a self-assured smile on her face, she turns back to face the others. "So, everyone's set? We all clear on what we're doin' and how this is gonna work?"

Sitting sideways in her seat, facing a window so that her bony spikes point inward into the car -- the only logical way to accommodate them -- Marrow scowls out at the city speeding past them. She's been in a bit of a foul mood since she arrived down by the car in her outfit, apparently unhappy with the... proximity that the outfit needs to be with her skin, making it tighter than she is used to. She doesn't speak to the others. All she does when Rogue responds is grunt and ask abruptly, "How much force am I allowed t' use?" She definitely looks uncomfortable and annoyed.

Clad in his usual black and silver - albeit in the form of a leather bodysuit bearing a bold lightening bolt across his front - Pietro shifts in his seat to cast a quick look first to Wanda and Marrow and then to Rogue. "Yeah, I'm all ready t' go," is all he says, tone curt and - for once - business-like. That said, he turns his gaze out the window, listening for the answer to the boney girl's question.

Wanda is probably one of the few who didn't go for spandex or something similar; granted, there's a black spandex under-unitard, but the red tunic-dress has a few inches of give in it. Since climbing in the car she's been playing with her gloves, tugging at the fingers to line the seams up with her fingertips. Hey. If you can't fidget with the outfit itself, you have to find something to use as an outlet for your nervous energy. When Rogue speaks her head snaps up and she immediately stills her hands. "I'm ready," she agrees, and in spite of her previous anxious fiddling she sounds fairly certain.

The driver announces suddenly, "We're entering Queen's. The 100th Precinct is not much farther." He then falls silent again, sticking to his own job, his own part of this mission.

"Much as you need. No more, no less," Rogue replies, succinctly, after a brief moment's thought. "Ah ain't gonna cry myself to sleep if some of those guys get messed up, but at the same time, we stay focussed on the job. We're makin' a point here." She's almost trying to convince herself along with the others, nodding determinedly at each point. As the driver gives them an updates on their status, there's a nervous flicker over her features, but she holds it together. "Right. Gonna be go time real soon. Point of no return." She quirks a mirthless smirk at that, which dies not a moment later and her expression goes more resolute. "Say, you two got codenames yet? No real names in there. And while Ah think of it, when we get in, Marrow, Wanda, you two take out any security cameras you see, okay?"

Making a face at the driver, Marrow then turns her attention back to Rogue, finally swivelling her face back toward the leader. She just looks Very Unhappy, but at least she's doing her best to focus on the job ahead of them. Her discomfort will have to wait. Years on the streets will teach a person that. She seems to be appeased by Rogue's response as she bobs her head once, purple hair flickering in its tight ponytail -- one of the few times she might be seen with such. As cameras are mentioned, she sniffs at the air and rumbles, "Cameras. No problem. Got it." With that, she looks back at Pietro and Wanda out of mild curiosity about their codenames.

As the driver speaks up, Pietro affords him a fleeting glance, his mind clearly on the task ahead rather than the present. A hand raises to run absently over the short hair on the back of his head - that much he can do, despite the uncomfortably close quarters - and he sighs slowly through his nose. Could it be that he's a little nervous as well? "Yeah," he answers Rogue's question of codenames with a brusque nod. "Quicksilver." There's a brief look to Marrow and Rogue at that, noting what reactions - if any - that they offer, but not seeming to ask for their approval.

"Scarlet Witch. Or just 'Witch,' if you get in a hurry." The right side of Wanda's mouth creases in a hard smile, but it's not entirely without amusement. "I know it's a lot to say." She settles back against the car seat, trying to get comfortable, but the cushions aren't helping much. After a couple seconds of sliding around she just gives up. "Destroy the cameras -- alright. Question: Pietro and I are following you in, and then breaking off to do our own tasks once we're all inside? I just want to make sure."

The car turns off the main drag as it decelerates. Pulling into an alleyway, the driver calls back, "This is it. Precinct's just at the end of the alley behind us, to the right and around the corner. I will wait for you at the other end." He points toward the end of the alley that the nose of the car is aimed at. Then he falls silent. His job is done. For now.

Rogue just nods in response to the codenames, repeating them once with an official air. "Quicksilver. Scarlet Witch. Got it." There's not much of a reaction at all. Then again, a girl who runs around calling herself 'Rogue' doesn't have a lot of grounds to make fun of other people's nicknames. At Wanda's question, she looks over with another nod. "Follow us in, but hang back until we get the front cleared out and try and draw 'em outta the back. Soon as you see a clear path to the holding area, you two go and don't look back." There's a slight pause as the driver announces their arrival. "Ah'll have the cell open by the time you get there," she finishes with a nod, and then draws in a deep breath. "Y'all got that? Car'll be waitin' there. Secure the kid, get him to the car. Marrow and I'll follow you out. Let's roll." Try as she might, talking like a thug isn't doing a whole lot to make her feel like one. But she draws in another deep breath and then reaches for the door handle to step out into the night.

Marrow nods briefly at the mention of Quicksilver. With a snort, she replies in a mutter, "Better'n th' Flash." To Wanda, she arches a purple eyebrow, but finally nods again, "Seems fitting." She just turns her head back to glare out the window again as the driver makes his announcement. She sits up a little straighter and looks back toward the others, then Rogue. This is it. The moment of truth. To Rogue, she nods, "Righ'. Let's go." She then grabs her own door handle and moves to clamber out, grunting in frustration as she initially has difficulty extracting herself. Once free of the car, she stands aside, waiting for Rogue to join her, falling deadly silent.

Nodding once to Rogue's repetition of the codenames and once more to the reiteration of the plan, Pietro steels himself even as Rogue moves to leave the car. "Yeah, /anythin's/ better'n 'Flash'," he replies to Marrow, managing a faint smirk which fades as he moves to follow the other two out of the car. He slides a brief look to Wanda, brow furrowed slightly, before he finally steps out. "'S now or never," he mutters, drawing himself up and throwing a look up and down the alleyway.

Rogue's instructions are met with a nod, but the 'Witch' lets the others climb from the car before following them out. It's really time; at this point, there's no turning back. Wanda takes a deep breath and plants a hand on each side of the doorframe before hoisting herself out. Once free of the vehicle, she turns towards Rogue and Marrow, apparently waiting for them to lead the way.

The driver simply lets the car idle as everyone gets out. It's not until everyone has exited the car and begun to move on that he'll creep the car forward toward the end of the alleyway. For now, he just stays put. As luck would have it, no one seems to be in the alley with the team so they have cover at least that far... until they get out onto the street with their outfits and the bony one.

Her boots thunking heavily on the pavement with a sort of finality, Rogue steps out of the car, taking a look around their dank alley. How cozy it seems at the moment, knowing what lies beyond. "Now or never," she agrees with Pietro, showing just how far gone she really is to agree with him so easily. Gloved hands slide into pockets on her jacket, and she gives a nod to the others before starting towards the precinct. She lingers at the mouth of the alley a moment, looking back over her shoulder to make sure that she still has all her troops. "Two doors. We'll go in together," she informs Marrow, a hand coming out of her pocket just long enough to point at the front of the cop-shop. "Let's go make a statement." With that, she takes a breath and moves to step out and take to the streets.

Marrow moves around to meet up with Rogue behind the car, heading toward the mouth of the alley. She peers out briefly, then looks back to meet Rogue's gaze. "Righ'. I'll take th' righ' door," she rumbles. As she begins to move with the group's leader, she adds hastily, "Watch t' not get in th' way o' those cameras. Ya see 'em, point 'em out. I'll take 'em out or Witch will." She offers Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch a succinct nod and rasps, "Let's do this." With that, she falls silent and emerges from the alleyway abruptly, catching up with Rogue. At least it's dark out. If anyone /is/ around, they might not realize immediately what's wrong with her. One could hope.

Drawing a deep breath and releasing it as he moves to join the others at the mouth of the alley, Pietro nods curtly to the last minute instructions. Perhaps it shows just how focused he is that he doesn't seem to notice Rogue's immediate agreement. No, right now, he simply flashes a tight, humourless grin to his teammates and steps into the open. The black of his uniform should help to camouflage him somewhat at the moment - in the dead of the night - but the stark lightening bolt probably works against this. All the same, he strides forward without hesitation, noting their surroundings with quick, clandestine glances.

This time, there is no preparatory breath. There is no hesitation. As Rogue and Marrow start out of the alley, Wanda is close behind. Although short, the heels on her boots are solid enough to beat out a 'click click' cadence as she strides into the street. She doesn't speak and she doesn't deviate from her chosen path, though she does try to visually scan the surroundings as best she can given the darkness.

It's New York City on a Friday night just prior to the bars letting out. There are people around, though many are still in the bars or quite drunk or well on their way. A couple of streetwalkers begin to offer snide remarks about it not being Halloween but gets a look at the determination on the team's faces, not to mention the Scary One which walks in the forefront; they don't stick around for long, crossing the street as quickly as they can. Others are too busy making drug deals or crawling off to the last pub in the crawl to get that last taste of liquid fire before heading home. So no one really hassles the group over all, though they get some stares.

Rogue nods to Marrow, readily moving over to take up the left side of things as they approach the building; her eyes stay focussed on the prize, ignoring the onlookers and their reactions. She looks thoughtful trying to remember something, and then looks away from the building just long enough to glance over at the other girls. "Two cameras facin' the door in either corner." A beat. "Ah think." She really should have thought to scout for cameras at the time. No time to wallow on that, though, as she jogs up the steps of the station, much like she did on her first trip here. And again she pauses just outside the door to rally her nerves, one hand resting on the door that's hers to open. She gives a nod for Marrow to move when ready, her own muscles tensed to follow immediately.

This is what she's been practicing for. With a wet, tearing sound, Marrow rips a bone from her elbow. If blood splatters, perhaps it does so on the inside of the outfit... which already seems to be closing up around the new hole in her arm and fabric. Running up the stairs with Rogue, she barks back at the pair behind them. "I'll get th' camera on th' righ'... ya can nab th' left one on yer way t' th' firs' door..." That will leave Marrow in the main room with Rogue, as planned. She waits, nodding at each of the others in turn before looking back at Rogue, her hand falling upon the right door as muscles go taut, ready to move.

All that the gawkers receive from Pietro are hard glances through narrowed eyes; he's focused on his comrades and the task that has been set before them. He doesn't so much as flinch as bone is torn from flesh - he doesn't even note the healing costume. Not right now. Setting his jaw as the adrenaline begins to flow, the boy sets his muscles on edge - ready to burst into a flurry of speed at his command - and starts up the steps after the first two girls. He stays several paces behind them, pausing mid-way up the stairs and looking over his shoulder to the street and its various denizens.

"Left side," Wanda repeats, "Got it." Without really thinking about it, she curls her hands into loose fists at her side and squares her shoulders. Her attention is split - she's busy trying to pay attention both to what's happening in front of her with Rogue and Marrow while also glancing out at the street from the corners of her eyes. In the end the street wins; she figures the other two girls have the doors, so *she'd* best watch their collective backs.

Outside the precinct, a few squad cars sit out front, though most are in the parking area next to it. No one else approaches the group or even seems to be in the right frame of mind to do so. Inside the precinct, it seems that things are actually quiet. A rarity in these parts. From the looks of things, the team has not been spotted yet from within. A desk sergeant nearly slumbers at his post directly ahead. No one else is immediately in view, though they may be at desks off to the sides.

As the troops rally, Rogue gives a final (in both senses of the word) nod to them and then - with a locked, outstretched arm, she bulldozes through the door, pushing it full open on its hinges. She steps in, head kept down until the cameras can be dealt with, holding the door with one hand, while she strips the other of its glove by her teeth. She holds her bare hand in front of her, fingers splayed instead of in a fist, just waiting for someone to get close enough to need to use it. No doubt, they're going to get a whole lot more attention now. "Take 'em down," she instructs simply, words a little muffled by the glove still clenched in her teeth, as she begins making her way further inside, staying to the periphery for the moment.

Taking her cue from Rogue, Marrow summons on her muscles to move quickly and with some force behind them, opening the door with enough energy to cause the glass to tremble in the frame. Bursting through, she nods abruptly, needing only to be told once by Rogue. This is it. With that, she barrels in toward the inside of the room as fast as she can, taking aim abruptly and tossing her bone-knife directly at the camera on the right. Yes, she has been playing target practice for a reason. When Magneto suggested practicing ranged attacks, she took it quite seriously. She's not as concerned about being seen on the cameras -- she's easy to describe and peg off at this point anyway. She only pauses to see if she's hit the mark before moving to jump the desk...

If their entrance doesn't draw attention, the flash of red light around the lefthand camera will. Wanda swings her hands up towards it, a look of determination on her face, but doesn't break stride as the hex takes shape. Then her hands fall back to her sides, cupped and ready to gesture again. The hex is left to do as it will; she'll glance back up to make sure the camera's down in a few seconds, but her immediate action post-hex is to check the surroundings.

And Quicksilver is right on their heels with characteristic promptness, following suit with Rogue and ducking his head a little - for what good it will do him with his highly-identifiable hairstyle. Eyes take account of the situation, flitting to one side and then the next as Marrow and Wanda attempt to take out their respective cameras. For now, however, he awaits his cue, stepping further into the station with hands balled tightly at his sides.

The desk sergeant snaps awake but appears to be dazed for the moment, only managing to yelp and stare at the monstrous-looking creature jumping the desk in front of him. Other officers behind the desk, three in total, suddenly leap to their feet in alarm, all yelling as the first camera gets taken out with a pointy-ended bone-knife, smashing the lens and hitting it with enough force to cause it to swing away and face a wall. Glass tinkles loudly to the floor. The second camera is taken out just heartbeats later by a flash of red light as Wanda's hex shorts it out with a popping sound.

Rogue sticks to the periphery of the room, rounding the wall to come up on the desk from a much less direct route than Marrow. Her gaze flickers from the cops to her teammates, making sure everyone is doing what they're supposed to, while she slowly advances on the nearest officer. Her aim is to come up behind him while he's distracted by Marrow and take him down by clamping her bare hand over his mouth (unnecessary, really, but hey, it looks better than brushing his cheek). In case she doesn't entirely manage to avoid the notice of the other cops, she's careful to keep her would-be victim's body between her and them, gesturing with a jerk of her head for Marrow to bring 'em down. While she's being stealthy, she doesn't seem to care if the others use more overt methods.

Jumping the desk, Marrow launches herself into a slide across it, her booted feet hitting the floor on the other side heavily. As soon as she touches down, she glances over at Rogue. Seeing she's taking care of the desk sergeant, she nods briefly at the silent order and barrels herself between desks, aiming herself for the nearest cop.

From his expression, Pietro is having a hard time sticking to his promise of holding back until his time has come... but so far he's holding to it. Even so, his movements are flowing with a new swiftness as he moves to one side so as to put a solid wall at his back - as opposed to the doorway. Jaw still firmly set, he splits his attention between his teammates and the cops, keeping a particularly close watch on Rogue as she is the one giving orders.

Likewise, Wanda doesn't appear to want to hang back. Gone is the tough facade - she honestly looks a little worried as she watches the fight begin, but she doesn't fire a hex into the clump of officers. It would be too easy to accidentally hit Rogue or Marrow, and *that* would be bad. So, she hovers there and keeps to her part of the plan.

The desk sergeant is *just* reaching for a panic or alarm button to summon help as Rogue slips up behind him and catches him unawares. The hand clamps over his mouth, he goes rigid briefly, then begins to slump to the floor, unable to fight the effect. The cop that now faces Marrow blinks and gawks in horror, reaching for his side-arm too late as Marrow closes in on him. He's completely vulnerable to attack. The other two cops stand there, stunned for a moment. Then, firearms are reached for, though they seem to be focusing their attentions on Rogue and Marrow, the more direct threats at this time. The one that sits near the door which leads to holdings side-steps away, rounding toward Rogue as the other rounds toward Marrow. They're shouting, "Freeze! Hold it right there!" Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver are ignored for the moment, or just haven't been noticed as much just yet.

Technically, Rogue is obeying their orders, since she isn't moving. Just holding on. Nothing to see here. It's only once the sergeant is quite thoroughly unconscious and perhaps even nearing coma-territory, does Rogue relent, letting go of him suddenly to let him fall to the floor. She blinks rapidly a few times, trying to process the new information suddenly dumped into her head. Fortunately, she doesn't completely fail to notice the cop coming her way and she steps around the body, trying to figure a way to get to the computer without having to tussle with the arms cop who she /can't/ take by surprise. To the pair waiting in the wings, she calls out, "We still got two not here. Means they're back there. Go when you got the opening, but be careful. You got these guys covered, Marrow?" She can't really spare a glance for the bony one, as she tries to put the desk between herself and the officer intent on bringing her down.

Marrow barrels into the cop she's near, taking him down to the floor. Hearing Rogue's question, she grunts with a strange-sounding cackle, "Hell yeah!" My god, is she having /fun/? She taunts the two with guns, "C'mon out an' play, boys..." Only a cursory glance is actually given to the cops taking aim before she slams her head down toward the man beneath her. Swiftly, she head-butts him right in the forehead, unless he moves his head away from her. Either way, that forehead is going down with a sickening thud -- whether it's his head or the floor.

Rogue gets a lingering look as she sends the sergeant off to an involuntary slumber but her words bring Quicksilver back to the present. "Ya got it," is the immediate response. No, he doesn't need to be told twice - and is that a hint of a smirk? Throwing a look to the cops distracted by the scuffle and then to Scarlet Witch, he indicates the side door with a nod. And then he's off, making for the holding cells with everything he's got. Which, unfortunately, would leave his sister in the dust if she's going to follow him.

Hopefully the door's open -- if it's not, Pietro's dash might be cut real short, real fast. Scarlet Witch's gaze lingers on Rogue for a split second longer, more than a hint of reluctance on her features, but she obeys. She turns and, using furniture for cover as much as she can, makes a dash for the same door Quicksilver aimed for. She gestures again, targeting the lock (if there is one) as she practiced back at the Brotherhood base. There's a flash of red light and, if it's the same sort of lock and nothing untoward happens with the hex, the bolt should pop open thanks to a malfunction in the lock's electronics. It's a lot of 'if,' but she continues on as though she expects everything to go smoothly. Her goal is to plow through the exit as quickly as possible, before her brother can get too far ahead.

The cop rounding on Rogue suddenly looks between her and Marrow, seeing the bone-crushing blow his partner receives to the skull. He seems confused as to who is the worse threat. Approaching a nearby desk, he grabs a phone, keeping his gun waving back and forth between the two girls as he frantically tries to dial for backup; he can't get to the radio system which is beyond the bony creature. The cop beneath Marrow seems down for the count. Two down, two more to go, it seems, at least for the group in this room. The other cop keeps his gun trained on Marrow, hollering again, "I won't tell you again! Freeze!" The question is, does she listen? The door proves to be no stopping point for either Quicksilver or the Scarlet Witch. The next door, however, might prove to be more of a problem since its lock is actually in place, though a simple hex should make short work of it. No sign of the other two police. Perhaps they are on the other side *in* the holding area.

With 'her' cop suddenly changing his attention to the phone, Rogue is going to take the opportunity to try and dash across to the computer while she's still got the desk sergeant rattling around in her head. "Watch your back!" is offered to Marrow in parting as she bolts from the main desk over towards the computer in question. Perhaps she would have been better to ask Marrow to was /her/ back, as her attention quickly becomes focussed on the computer, navigating her way into the system with the ease of someone doing this for many years. Frowning at the screen, she begins the work to zero in on the jail cell where the boy is kept: the last one in the block, if he was true to his word.

Marrow's back on her feet again, moving more slowly now that there's a gun very definitively pointed at her. The smirk on her face proves, however, that she doesn't see this as much of a threat. The bony protrusion on her one arm has already healed and regrown, but she grabs the opposite one instead, yanking it from her flesh and the foundation of bone from which it grows without a second thought. She nods briefly at Rogue's shouted command, not even looking after the other pair who dart off toward holdings. Grinning, begins to advance on the cop, slowly while waving her bone-knife. Then, with a sudden surge of speed -- nothing like Quicksilver's though -- she rushes the cop, moving this way and that to try to avoid any projectiles, in case he shoots.

And so Quicksilver barrels through the first door, skidding to a stop just before the second. His boots must have great traction - thankfully. A split second is spent in consideration of the lock - a 'long moment' in 'Pietro-time' - and he half-turns to look for his sister. As soon as she arrives, he gestures to their current obstacle with one hand, moving back even as he does so. "Wa-- Scarlet Witch, y'got this?"

"I do," Scarlet Witch confirms, even as she's gesturing at the lock. There's a look of concentration on her face -- her eyes are solidly fixed on the lock and she's biting her lower lip a little. It remains until the flash of red light, at which point she drops her hand and makes an 'after you' gesture. "It should be open. Be careful -- there's no way to tell where the other police are. I'll cover your exit after you're done in there."

The cop in front of Marrow doesn't seem to expect her to actually rush him, considering he's the one with the gun. As such, he pulls the trigger but the gun just clicks. Misfire. "Shit!' he spits, looking down briefly at the useless gun as he tries it again, making him vulnerable to Marrow's attack. Click. Nothing. The rookie with the phone appears to be fumbling with the phone as he's frantically trying to call for backup, but he's shaking pretty bad. He /told/ the sergeant he wasn't ready for the graveyard shift. Rogue is free to access the computer as she wants, for now, easily finding what she needs. The door that separates the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver from the holding cell area is easily unlocked with Scarlet Witch's hex. On the other side of the door, two cops sit, reading a newspaper between the two of them, each with different sections.

Rogue types rapidly on the computer with her gloved hands, pulling up the needed files with a few keystrokes and then executing the command to open the cell door where the kid is being kept, with the hopes that, somewhere in the deeper parts of the building, it will be ready and waiting for when Pietro gets there. Once she's sure the command has gone through (or at least made sure that they computer is convinced), she quickly begins backtracking out of the system. "Got it!" she calls out to inform Marrow of the progress, though she still hasn't looked over to see how the other girl is faring.

The bony one stops abruptly before 'her' cop and grins at him, making a 'tsk'ing noise. And so the cop in front of Marrow receives a bony pommel to the face as she gets close enough, clobbering him one hard enough to break his nose and hopefully knock him out. If nothing else, it should hopefully drop him like a sack of potatoes. She manages to grunt, "Good goin'," to Rogue, even as she looks over at the 'rookie' on the phone. If the cop in front of her goes down, she'll start heading over to the last cop in this front area.

For a moment, Quicksilver looks as if he wishes to protest but another look at Scarlet Witch forces it back. "Okay," he finally says, reaching for the door handle. "You be careful too." There's a nod and the best reassuring look he can muster at the moment, and he slips through the door with a swift but not necessarily quiet step. The cops are regarded for the briefest of moments before he starts toward the last cell. Get the kid and get out - that's what he was instructed to do. And that's what he'll focus on for the moment; if something crops up in the meantime, he'll deal with it as it comes. Reaching the cell, he wastes no time in opening the door and stepping inside.

"I will," the Scarlet Witch promises right before Quicksilver rushes through the door. She follows, and while he's off doing his part of the job Wanda does hers; she covers her brother's dash for the cell. Upon stepping through the door, she spots the two officers reading the newspaper. With a decidedly unhappy frown on her face, she swings a hand toward the one on her right, firing off a hex-bolt at him before pivoting to face the one on the left. There's no telling what the hex will do; really, she's just trying to cause him some misfortune so that she can buy herself enough time to deal with his friend.

Out in the main area, the cop who just got his face smashed is in a sorry state. He doesn't even have time to reach up at his nose and complain, 'My nose!' The blood gushes down the front of him and he does, indeed, drop like a sack of potatoes, leaving the rookie who still fumbles with the phone, though he's stopped mashing the buttons so maybe he finally dialed properly. Inside holdings, the two cops near the door don't even realize that there's an intruder until after Quicksilver has entered the cell. Within the cell, a young teen boy (judging by the size of him and the highness still present in his voice) rises to his feet and says from behind a white drama mask, "You came for me!" His hands have mittens on them which have been duct-taped down to his arms. His voice belies the joy in him even if his facial features cannot be seen. Meanwhile, the cops near the door stand up and stare at the open doorway where Quicksilver left Scarlet Witch, seemingly stunned. "The hell?" the one yelps as his partner gets a face full of hex. The hexed one drops to the floor and writhes. The second drops the newspaper and lunges for an alarm button apparently on the underside of the desk...

On her way back out of the system, something seems to occur to Rogue, although it isn't exactly of her own making. No, the cop she's 'borrowing' her current l33t skills from knew of a few vulnerabilities in the system. She casts a quick look over at Marrow finally, trying to gauge if she's got the time to do a bit of fancy footwork. Well, as the two aren't back with the kid yet, and Marrow seems to have the cops occupied, she turns back to the computer, fingers flying over the keys again as she takes it off down a different navigational pathway, exploiting vulnerabilities as she goes and hoping to cause the system a bit of a meltdown.

Without a second thought, Marrow lunges away from the second cop to be felled by her, heading straight for the rookie. "I don' think so, pal," she rasps abruptly as she reaches the desk he stands at. Raising her bone, she aims the bony pummel end down toward the phone with all her might, practically disregarding the rookie for the moment. Communication lines must be cut to buy the other two some more time. She'll deal with the cop in just a second.

The mask and mittens are met with a pair of raised eyebrows, but there is no time to question the strange get up - no time to waste at all. Both words and actions speed up now, keeping pace with the blood pumping through Quicksilver's veins. "Yeah, yeah. Yer-knight-in-shinin'-armour," he announces, bending and moving forward to scoop the boy up in his arms. Perhaps he's not the most chipper rescuer, but he's here nevertheless. "Time-t'-blow-this-popsicle-stand..." Shifting his burden to get a firm grip, he darts from the cell back to Scarlet Witch's side, declaring, "C'mon, c'mon! We're-outta-here!" with a nod to the door.

It's too bad that the Scarlet Witch doesn't have a little of her brother's speed -- she certainly flings a new hex-bolt at the lunging cop as quickly as she can, but there's no way to know if it will come in time or have any useful effect. She has no clue what he's reaching for, but she has the notion that it can't be good. "Quicksilver," she bellows, "I think the clock is tic..." Oh. And suddenly he's standing next to her. Nevermind. Though she had been in the process of bending to scoop up a trash can -- possibly to use it as a weapon against the cops -- she stops and abruptly pivots on her heel to follow Pietro out. Once they're both through she'll probably try to hex the hinges or somehow sabotage the officers' ability to follow, but they have to get *through* first.

Rogue's hacking attempts actually work somewhat. Data on recent arrests of 'mutant criminals' are stripped and purged from the system, including Peterson, J. Paper backups likely exist somewhere in the archives, but think of the months worth of work it'll be to restore the electronic data. Holding files are scrapped. Cells are unlocked, causing drunks to come stumbling and shuffling out of their cells, seeming confused. All hell breaks loose.

Thankfully, the boy inside the cell is small for his age. Scrawny and thin. He's nothing to be scooped up so Quicksilver should have no problem. He says nothing as he is carried off, perhaps staring a little wide-eyed at the speed which Quicksilver shows.

The final cop in the holding area gets a face full of hex and promptly staggers off course till he finally falls over, moaning. That leaves nothing in the path for Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver and Jacob.

In the main room, Marrow's assault on the phone is successful, smashing it to smithereens and effectively cutting off communication with any other copshops in the area. This startles the rookie, however, causing him to jump back and fire, his finger slipping. The gunshot cracks loudly, echoing through the corridors as the bullet speeds at Marrow, lightning fast...

She Who Breaks Loose Hell is just giving the computer a smug grin as the gunshot brings her speeding back to earth and the present situation. "Marrow!" Rogue calls out, whirling around, hair flying, to see the fate of her teammate. With utter disregard for her own personal safety, she breaks away from the computer to sprint towards the other girl and the cop with the itchy trigger-finger. What she plans on doing when she gets there, even she doesn't know.

Marrow automatically shifts at the sound of gunfire, causing the bullet to bite into her shoulder, lodging against the bone, rather than hitting a vital organ. She actually cries out hoarsely in pain from it, in a half-yell, half-scream. Sure, she's a freaking tank, but that's still got to hurt. Nostrils flaring, she grabs at her left shoulder while still holding the bone-knife, then hollers hoarsely, "No, Rogue! Get back!!" Her shoulder hurts like hell but she's still trying to be as focused as possible.

There's a self-satisfied grin to the Scarlet Witch's truncated yell and Quicksilver slips back through Door Number One, doing his best to ensure that his sister is nearby. "Okay," he starts, words still leaving his tongue at lightening speed, "I'll-meetcha-at-th'-ca--" But he cuts himself off as he gunshot rings out, followed closely by the scream, his eyes going wide, though until he passes through Door Number Two - then they're dinnerplates. "/Shit/!" There's a moment of hesitation - /more/ than a moment - in which he looks from Marrow to Rogue, to Jacob to the Witch in rapid succession. A step is taken in the direction of the exit, but he's clearly uncertain as to just how to proceed.

The only thing that keeps the Scarlet Witch from messing with Door One's hinges is the pained scream coming from the lobby -- her eyes go wide and she doesn't think, she reacts. While a number of seconds behind her brother, she's still through the door in record time (for her). What she sees makes her jaw drop wide open. "Go," she tells Quicksilver, perhaps a touch more brusquely than she had intended. And then? She's heading towards the poor rookie. She's not going to wildly hex, given that he's *already* being tagteamed by Marrow and Rogue, but she's going to try to put herself into position to do so, should she be needed.

The cops behind Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch don't pursue them, considering they've been hexed, and so they meet no resistance on their way back into the room. They rush in to see the rookie looking a little stunned and Marrow grabbing at her shoulder. As Rogue rushes forward, the cop yells out again, really freaked out as he levels his gun a little more steadily. It's aimed right at Rogue. Having gained some confidence from the first shot striking home on Marrow, he fires again. The sound of the glock going off in such a close room may even cause some ears to ring. After he fires, he lowers the gun with two hands, shaking again. The bullet speeds toward Rogue, who, having rushed forward suddenly, has little room to dodge...

Pietro's cussing draws Rogue's attention over at him, gesturing wildly towards the door. "Get him outta her-!" It's as far as she gets before yet another gunshot gets her attention real fast. Unfortunately, not blessed with superspeed herself, her attention isn't going to be near enough at this point. The bullet disappears into her midsection and the girl doubles over, clutching her arms around her. As she pulls a hand away, it's hard to see on the black leather, but there's clearly some sort of viscous liquid coming out of her, and chances are it's blood. "Aw, fuck," Rogue mutters, sounding grimly calm about the whole thing, before promptly collapsing.

Blue eyes go wide despite the pain in her shoulder. Marrow seems shocked for a heartbeat as she watches Rogue double over. The liquid is spotted and as the girl with the stripe in her hair curses and drops to the floor, something within Marrow just /snaps/. A deep, loud snarl erupts from the bony mutant as adrenaline surges through her body. Spinning abruptly, using her pain to fuel her, she flips the bone-dagger in her hand so the pointy end is jammed suddenly toward the chest of the rookie behind her. She doesn't even look to see if he dodges.

"No-fuckin'-way," is the instant - and predictable - response from Quicksilver as he's ordered away. But another look to the strange bundle in his arms - coupled with the wild command from Rogue seem to wear down his determination. And what happens next is a blur, nearly too fast for even the boy to keep track of: between the second gunshot, Rogue's crumpling and Marrow's abrupt freak-out, it seems he's at a mild standstill again. Eyes locked on the bleeding girl on the ground, he growls something under his breath that, though clearly not English, sounds distinctly nasty. His features are a warzone - anger, fear, shock and a dozen other emotions vie for dominance in his expression until he finally seems to regain control. "I'll-be-back." It's not a question or an offer. It's an undebatable certainty. That said, he's off to the car, aiming to practically throw Jacob in the back seat before making a U-turn back inside the station. That is, unless he runs up against opposition at any point.

As Marrow stabs, the Scarlet Witch aims a hex at the rookie. Given the positions of the others, she's fairly certain that there's enough target for her to hit without chancing an accidental hit on a teammate as well. Then, trusting (perhaps naively) that one of the attacks will have some success, she breaks into a sprint towards Rogue. If the clock wasn't ticking before, it is now.

The rookie's eyes just about bulge out of his head as bone meets flesh. Blinking a few times, he looks down at the odd-looking dagger sticking out of his lower chest on the right. His breathing suddenly becomes really laboured as his right lung, punctured, collapses. He will need medical addition, but will likely live. Then Scarlet Witch's hex hits him and with an abrupt groan, his eyes glaze over as he collapses to the floor like a ragdoll, falling unconscious. The police station suddenly seems utterly silent save for his wheezing and whatever noises the Brotherhood might make.

Releasing the bone in her hand as it makes contact, Marrow lurches over to Rogue with a grunt, her eyes flickering over the collapsed form on the floor. Even if she /would/ bark something at Quicksilver, he's already gone. And so, she reaches down, rolls Rogue over and has a look. She makes a bit of a face, then reaches beneath Rogue to lift her, much like one might cradle a baby. For all her viciousness and ferocity in battle, she is very careful with Rogue. She is careful, too, to make sure that she doesn't touch Rogue's face with her own. She winces a bit as she lifts her, but otherwise seems to have little trouble. Looking over at Wanda, she rasps hoarsely, her voice still betraying some pain, "Go. Find Quicksilver, Witch. Take th' kid back t' th' hidin' place. I'll get her back t' headquarters... meet ya back there. Sick bay's in th' catacombs."

Depositing Jacob in the car with all the care he can manage in his haste, Quicksilver slams the door shut and starts back in - pointedly ignoring any warnings that the driver might be issuing about staying put. No, his mind is quite set in this matter. And, as if on cue, he's through the door, slowing his pace to a 'normal' run as he starts toward the group. Not much of a challenge for Scarlet Witch to find. Apparently he caught little to none of the current plan, however, and he hesitates, regarding Rogue with concern etched deeply into his face. "Car's-still-out-there," he finally manages to no one in particular. Swallowing hard, he makes a desperate attempt to regain his composure with negligible success. "Let's-/go/. C'mon. " But what, exactly, is he urging them toward? The game plan has changed rather significantly at this point and, despite his best intentions it's probably pretty obvious that he has no real idea of what he's doing at this point.

"But you're going to need the car more than..." No. Wanda stops herself, clamps her jaw shut, and takes a breath. "Sorry. I won't argue. We'll get the boy to his safehouse and then we'll..." All stand around in the lobby and argue, apparently. In spite of herself, the Witch lifts a hand to her face when Pietro rushes back in with a plan of his own. "We need to get out of here," she says, even though that much is entirely obvious. "And if I recall, the boy isn't coming back with us? So someone has to get him to where he's going while the others get back to headquarters. Suggestion: my costume comes in layers. I can peel down to the bottom layer, swipe a coat off of someone, and then sneak the boy to his hiding place. If I can get all that stuff off of him, maybe he won't draw much attention? You three take the car -- you need the speed more than I do, I think." She looks first to Marrow for her opinion, and then glances nervously to Quicksilver.

As Quicksilver returns, Marrow is already moving toward the break in the desk, carefully maneuvering Rogue over it so she doesn't get bumped. Turning toward Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, she rasps, "Like I said, go. I'll meetcha back at th' headquarters. Get th' kid settled an' meet us back at th' sick bay in th' catacombs." Suddenly, the bullet which had lodged itself in her shoulder expels itself, landing noisily upon the floor. She pays it no mind even as both her flesh and suit appear to heal themselves, closing up where the holes once were. Fixing Quicksilver with a steady gaze, she rumbles, "Stick t' th' plan. Rogue wanted us t' do tha'." Looking back at Wanda, she rasps, "Good idea, bu' not fer now. Look... th' kid's gotta get away fast. I can run through th' sewers an' get her home faster than ya realize. Bu'..." Something Scarlet Witch said sinks home. Nodding, she adds, "Bu', Quicksilver can come wi' me. Wanda... if ya go on yer own, yer takin' the car. Th' kid's a visible mutant. He'd attract too much attention. Quicksilver... will ya help me with her?" Her, meaning Rogue judging by the look down to the form in her arms.

Brow deeply knitted, Quicksilver is too distracted with giving Rogue a look-over to bother himself with the initial instructions; somewhere in his brain they register, certainly, though it isn't anything he's making use of at the moment. As Marrow addresses him directly, however, he seems to snap to, looking up to meet blue eyes with silver. "Huh? Oh. Yeah," he agrees distantly, but it doesn't seems as though he has any intention of pursuing his own plans at the moment anyway. And again, after the boney one has reiterated the plan and asked for his help, "Yeah. 'Course. Hand 'er over." And with that, he moves into position to take the striped haired girl if Marrow has a mind to pass her over right now. Casting a quick glance between the two teammates that have managed to remain conscious throughout the encounter, he draws his lips into a thin line. "Okay. So we're going t' th' sewers." A nod to Marrow. "You're handlin' th' kid." A nod to Wanda. "Fine. Whatever. Let's just get our asses /outta/ here." There's a little something muttered to Wanda in that odd language he's been speaking, but he doesn't make any attempt to keep her from leaving.

"Okay," Scarlet Witch says, nodding once in Marrow's direction. "That's what I'll do. I'll see you shortly." She glances back only once, when she reaches the door. Something is said back over her shoulder in the same language Quicksilver spoke, and then she heads through without further hesitation.