Planning Stage...

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{desc=[Open]}She was a prisoner. A prisoner in her own body. Chains held fast to her, made of the same adamantium that had been forced into her body. She shuffled her feet forward a few steps, the gray painted cement floor was cold and a touch slippery beneath her feet as she moved. Emerald eyes narrowed on the floor before her. She waited, planned each moment out perfectly.

They wanted her to be perfect, and perfect she would be. The Perfect Weapon. A weapon to destroy them all. The full curve of Laura's mouth lifted, tilted upwards at the corners, a hint of a dimple, and the almost-smile was removed swiftly from her lips. She didn't like to take pleasure in the thought of those she knew all of her years writhing in pain; pain that she created, though the mere thought of creating something so exquisite in them would make her feel as though she was truly alive, a person in her own right.

Each footstep forward created a bit of a delight in her, thought that delight was diminished when she was faced with a lovely specimen of woman. Her skin the color of coffee with cream, her face was beautiful, breasts full and large, stomach tight and toned, as was her long legs. Laura's eyes lifted from the floor, her lips screwing into a small grimace. ”Miss Kimura..” The other woman's full lips parted and smeared into her signature smirk.

”Hello, Copy.. Planning some sort of escape?” The woman closed the distance between them. Kimura's crimson tipped fingers rested against Laura's shoulder, at first it seemed to be a kind touch, though her nails dug into the flesh, until Laura's blood bubbled under the length of them. Laura's frown deepened as she locked her gaze on the woman's own chocolate brown eyes. ”It's truly a shame..” The woman mentioned, passing her fingers down her shoulder, cutting the flesh jaggedly, though her mutation didn't allow for much of a cut to be had, aside from her own claws, and was soon knitting together the flesh that had been creased. Kimura's fingers continued downward, cupping one of Laura's breasts.

Laura released a low growl. Her body was off-limits. Kimura knew that, and yet she dared to press the issue time and time over. Kimura's hand drifted lower on her body, her fingers resting just above Laura's pelvic bone. ”Such a pity that you're off-limits, otherwise..” Kimura snatched her hand away from Laura's body and passed her with a slap to the curve of her backside. The skin on Laura's hand, the knuckle of her index and ring finger, splitting to allow for the passage of razor-alikened claws to rip from their hiding spot within her body.

”Ah-ah, Laura. You don't want her to get you in trouble.” A soft voice rang out. Laura shifted her gaze towards another woman. This one appearing in her mid-thirties, blonde haired and blue eyed. All-American Girl trapped in a bad situation. ”Mother.” Laura uttered the word with as much emotion as she might have uttered the word 'The'. It had no meaning to her, as she was never allowed to claim any sort of attachment with the woman in which she was brought to life from experiment to lifeform. Laura pulled the claws back into her hands, and she frowned lightly.

”Don't let her get to you. Dr. Sutter wouldn't allow for you to have even the bit of freedom you have here.” Sarah Kinney came closer to the child, she had formed a bond with, even if it was just in the womb. She reached out to take Laura's hands, and Laura shied back slightly. ”I'm permitted to unlock the shackles and cuffs.” Sarah whispered in a soft voice. Laura swallowed and placed her hands in the woman's own. Sarah rubbed her thumb against the skin that had been broken only seconds ago, and she offered Laura a smile.

Laura simply looked away. She was in no mood for the woman's attempts to be kind to her. She didn't have time or the desire to learn to be kind and loving in return. The shackles were removed and she was lead into the Mission Planning room. The black yoga pants on her form hugging to her legs like a second skin, just as the black zip-up sports bra hugged her upper form.

Another mission was being planned.. one that included X-23 as the primary weapon being used.

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Kimura and Dr. Sutter sat at the other end of the table from where Sarah lead X-23. Their expressions blank, as they waited for the other two females to sit. Once the pair was settled, the projection screen popped up, and the face of a well known American Senator's face appeared on the screen. His face was well-worn, though still relatively attractive. X-23, though unfamiliar with feelings and emotions herself noticed the hurt and sadness that swam in the man's brown eyes. There was tell about the man's wife having been impregnated by another man. The proof? Not a test, but the fact that the child was born with Sickle Cell Anemia, and the senator and his wife were both Caucasian, with no latent traces of African American. His wife's body guard, however was a light skinned man, who looked a great deal like Denzel Washington.

X-23's newest target was the senator's wife, lover, and child. Each was to meet a tragic end, the adults receiving a tortured fate, while the child was supposed to be left to the elements. She had never hurt a child before, and thought that childhood was supposed to be sacred, though she hadn't had a special sort of childhood. The mere mentioning of such a dangerous plan had her losing what miniscule faith she had left in humanity as a whole.

X-23's full bottom lip jutted out with disgust, though she said nothing, simply crossed her arms under the curve of her full breasts. Her emerald green eyes remained focused on the screen, and the man's gaze traveled to her. He nodded a bit. ”She's perfect. My wife will trust her. She's young and beautiful. Play up a lonely child role and you'll have her hook, line, and sinker.” X-23's left hand rose to her cheek, brushing her fingers through her hair before she stood up. ”I don't play games, Mr. Senator. This isn't a game. This is life and death you're talking about. So she cheated on you. Big deal. Divorce her, go to counciling, that's what normal people do.”

X-23 turned on her heel, and moved for the door. ”Some of us don't have a conscience. Most people do. Can you live with the guilt, Mr. Senator?” With that, X-23 moved towards the automatic door and exited. X-23 returned to her cell and laid down on the bed, her left arm across her eyes. Her skin prickled as if someone was watching her. She looked up and around though saw no one. Her brow rose. Something was different. Thanks to her paternal DNA, she had a few feral senses, one of those being a strong sense of smell. Her nostrils flared, and she stood up, escaping her cell, and heading towards the elevator that lifted out of the Hive Maze sort of structure that continued some 30 miles beneath the two story structure that showed on the surface. There was only two ways down, the stairs that were generally used by those who were going from one floor to the next, or the elevator.

The hair on the back of X-23's neck stood on end. Danger.. Danger.. Danger..

She could understand the desire to escape the Facility, but for someone to break in? Must be for the Adamantium plans, but why would you risk a lifetime of imprisonment for a few billion dollars?

[Scott Summers]

Scott Summers was flying the x-plane towards a Weapon X facility. The facility itself wasn't their target, it was the mutants that were inside that needed the X-men's help. There were four x-men on this particular mission. Emma Frost, Storm and Forge were with Cyclops. They were flying in blind they just knew where the facility was located and that was good enough. Cyclops said to the team "Team stay alert there could be Sentinels when we land and we don't know how many are in the building. Storm I would like some fog when we go in, and the rest hit the ground running I'll provide covering fire. Emma do your best and try to see what we'll be facing, Forge I need you to try and cut the security system if we can go in unnoticed that would be even better." "We'll be there in five minutes." With the facility closing in fast there wasn't much more that they could to prepare. They have done many missions in the past and their danger room sessions were getting harder but the team was greatly improving.

What Cyclops knew of Weapon X was what Wolverine shared with him, which wasn't much. Apparently Weapon X was a government sponsored program to make super soldiers, and sometimes they took mutants who had nowhere else to turn and after some experimenting turned them into brainwashed weapons. And they were all dangerous.

Cyclops made sure that they were on course and above any possible radar detection, if they were going in blind he would make sure that they got away alive.

[Emma Frost]

"Scott... I'm picking some thought patterns, but we're far away for them to be clear. As I picked the signal with Cerebro, there seems to be some kind of conflict involving the mutant detected in here."

Emma was thinking some strategies trying to cover as many scenarios as possible about something that they knew too little about.

"I'm prepared to at least cloak us from any enemy group in the surroundings of the landing point, it'll last enough for all of us to make a run for some openings on their lines, I picked enough minds surrounding the target that we can expect at least a platoon of enemies, but mostly hired humans and some mutants, so be on the lookout in case they have threatening powers, hopefully there isn't anyone resistant to telepathy. Still, Ororo, make that fog as inconspicuous as possible...

Scott, I think it best if we go in in pairs, this way we can cover each other... I leave the choice to you, though I trust my diamond form to go as a spearhead after I can get clearer readings of the enemy lines

Emma looked out of the window. She couldn't help but feel as if something big would take place, Logan said enough that the logical expectation was that they could even face some Weapon X soldiers on worst case scenario, so they'd have to do with their combined abilities.

[Forge]

Forge sat in the back of the Blackbird, absently tinkering with his arm. It was, as usual, absolutely fine. He'd already installed a few new surprises in it; he'd been as ready as he was going to be for a while now. This was, in all honesty, simply a way to pass the time. And nerves, although he'd never actually admit to that. Wolverine's advice about what they were likely getting themselves into had been helpful, but not nearly as thorough as the techie appreciated. Ideally, he would have liked blueprints, and security layouts, and information about the one-site generators they undoubtedly had. Sure, plans never survived the first ten minutes of an actual fight, but having some idea of what they'd be up against would have been nice. Instead, he's been forced to plan for everything.

“It's already covered,” he replied, tossing a small device to each Storm and Frosty. There was one for Cyclops too, but it could wait until after he'd landed. “Keep those on, it'll block anything around you. Our coms are shielded; they'll be fine.” Four blockers was probably redundant, but it meant they'd still be covered if they split up. Forge made sure his own was attached to his belt—and still turned off—before checking his other items. Everything in place. He'd already checked to make sure all were functional. Repeatedly. Arm, sidearm, phaser set to stun, sonic grenades...

“Oh, right. Almost forgot. You'll need these too, in case I need the sonic grenades,” he added holding up some earplugs. “They shouldn't mess with your hearing much at all; they're set to react to one pitch in specific. Put 'em in if you don't want bleeding eardrums.” Now that was everything. The only thing left to do was wait for Ororo to work her magic, and land. And then...they'd see what they were up against.

[Storm]

Ororo sat near the middle of the plane, quietly awaiting any sort or instruction or clue as to what was going to be expected on this mission. They didn't have much and what they did have was...minimal. However, in the middle of thinking, Emma spoke up. Finally. There was some sign of life and some sort of source to their mission. With something to do, Storm sat up in the chair more firmly. She nodded in Emma's direction and began to concentrate. Her concentration was broken by Forge speaking up and tossing a small device at her. She caught it easily and looked back at him. It was a little awkward to be near him in such close proximity, but it wasn't as bad as she expected. Of course, she was a little annoyed that he was distracting her, but his 'toys' were useful.

Storm looked to Forge's belt where his little device was attached and attached her own to her belt. Her eyes closed again only to open once more to something else being tossed at her. Rolling her eyes she put the earplugs in; it was nice that he had thought so far in advance but she really wanted to begin with the fog.

Finally, she was able to close her eyes and concentrate enough to begin to bring in the fog. The weather was cool, so easy enough to bring in a light fog that would mostly hid their descent and arrival. Ororo's normally blue eyes opened up to pure white, her equally white hair was lightly blowing in a breeze that normally wouldn't be able to happen in a plane, but here they were. All sorts of odd things happened when one was a mutant.

"All set. Light fog heavy enough to hide our descent whenever you're ready." Ororo said without breaking concentration. This was a skill she had perfected years ago for multi-tasking purposes. Her white eyes, creepy to some, stared off into space as she kept the fog going for the beginning of the mission.

[Scott Summers]

Cyclops listened to Emma give him a report on the situation and agreed that teams would be best since they were few in number. "Okay listen up, we'll enter through to the side entrance once we get there Emma and Forge are to make there way to the security room and stop the alarms. Storm and I will head towards the basements and see if we can't rescue any mutants who might be there. Once the security is down Emma and Forge will meet us in the basement and once we all meet up we can try and sabotage the facility. If you meet any resistance put them down fast just make sure you don't kill them. I want to be out of there within an hour, so make this fast people." Scott paused to check the instruments and make sure the plane wasn't falling out of the sky. He continued "We'll be there in a few minutes so get ready to get to cover once we land." Cyclops looked at the on board map to make sure he could hide the plane among some trees. Seeing that there wasn't any spots around the facility that would work he picked a spot right outside the side entrance so that way they could get out in a hurry.

Cyclops was nervous about this mission there were only four of them and they would be up against an entire platoon, it was hard to not kill any humans when your life was in danger. Though he was confident his team wouldn't fail him or their mission. He settled back into his seat and checked their final approach in three minutes they would be fighting for their lives.

[Emma Frost]

"Ok people. Scott and Ororo, since both of you have long range powers, you are ideal to sweep any remaining enemy that Forge and I leave behind, and snipe anything suspicious.

I'll shoot some psi blast to induce them a nice nap time, but I'm certainly expecting many of them to be resistant or even immune to telepathy, God knows what horrific experiments they've conducted there.

So Forge, you'll surely put any martial arts knowledge and incapacitating gadgets to good use. I'll be in diamond form after that to lay some smack dawn, so we'll rely on the audio devices you gave us. As soon as we get a clear shoot, I'll contact you all again, the less we have to talk, the less chance the enemy gets to hear us"

At 2 minutes away to land, they knew that it was a risky bussiness with only the 4 of them, even if she trusted their expertises, the aspect of the unknown was always a heavy one but they'd react the best they could as the story unfolded.

[Forge]

It was pretty clear the instant Ororo activated her powers; unlike Forge's, they were anything but subtle. There was a good chance that the guard outside—if there was one—would notice something very strange about the sudden fog. If they were smart and well-trained, maybe they'd even suspect what was about to happen. Still, the fog would give them a very useful advantage before they made it inside the building. It might even give them a few moments' peace, if they were lucky and the soldiers on patrol were dumb. He could dream.

Cyclops began to lay out their plan of attack, and Forge nodded in agreement as he finished up. It was brief on details, but in his experience, that was for the best. The more complicated a plan was, the more that could go wrong. None of them were rookies; they knew how to improvise without getting themselves killed. Hopefully. No fight was certain, after all, and they were grossly outnumbered. This was going to get interesting. Forge was somewhat surprised that he'd be paired with Frosty, however. He'd assumed Cyke would want that spot. But he was hardly about to complain about that detail—he worked well with Emma, usually, and she worked well in close quarters.

One minute to go. Forge triple-checked his gear, and readied for landing. Good to go. As soon as they landed, he'd be ready to exit the Blackbird and provide covering fire, if necessary. If not, then he'd still be ready to book it to the door.