>> "Why don't we take the tank?"

Well, that was a comment one didn’t hear every day… refreshing? Maybe. Disturbing. Slightly. Fun? All kindsa! Casual, logical, and the kind of thing Slate would approve of… no. But this was the Order’s style. Stylistically, she liked it. Logically… no.

And how would they even get that tank over there?

>> "I'd love to give it a whirl. Mars, you up for tossing a tank?"

Tossing it… Inwardly, Lenna smirked. The image of a tank tumbling end over end above the skyline crashed through her mind.

The conversation continued, minus one bout of Lenna input. She just wanted to watch.

>> "You want to take it out? Yeah I'd love to, Mercury will still want to stop by for his explosives...I suppose they could meet us there? or are we picking up explosives in a tank? I mean I suppose it is like showing up in a minivan to soccer practice."

>> "We get to take the tank?" "I vote stopping on the way." "Why bother going out in a tank if we don't make a few stops and show off while we're at it? Might as well have some fun on the way."

“If we do that,” Lenna laughed lightly. “We might not get the explosives. My supplier’s a bit skittish around treaded war machines. I’m still for taking it, though! Just… not for explosives pickup. Just for the sake of driving around an… explosive pickup. That cool with you all?” Lenna looked around.

"Then it's clear what we need to do. Lenna, take a red or two for your pick up. Maybe just one if your man is as shy as he sounds."

To Isabel, Lori smiled. "Discretion isn't exactly our style, but neither is stupidity. If we're taking the tank and we want to use it to our best advantage, riding it in out of the sky is our best chance. It's what's least expected and we should take every advantage."

It was business time so Lori pulled the hair tie off her wrist and tied up her hair into a high, springy ponytail.

"That leaves our launching pad for last." Lori lay her hand at Jupiter's elbow. She knew he actually worked out, she'd seen it. He would be the strongest of them all. "Lenna. You go first. Call Isabel or Lisa when the deed is done and the charges are set. I'd like the calvary to land in a burning ring of fire. Anyone have some Johnny Cash for the ride?"

And as for the launching pad, "You're welcome to catch up. I know you're hell on wheels when you want to be, but I can't guarantee that anyone will be left standing."

Her plan was the best use of their resources and something they'd least expect. Lori didn't expect a single if, and, or but. She expected action.

Mercury walked over to Isabel and pat her on the head," be careful flying Isa." he then went and stood right next to Lenna, not minding in the least that his clothes were baggy and his skin and tail were different colors....if he noticed at all . "I'll set us up the bomb!" he said enthusiastically.

Abyss looked to Saturn at Lori's sarcastic comment and Saturn pulled out a zune and handed it to Lori , the thing had one down on himself artist only, the current track was dirt, but her pick was in there as well.

Jupiter saluted with two fingers. "Sure thing, I'll catch up on a bike if nothing else."

Venus glanced from Lenna to Isabel as if trying to make up his mind. on the one side Isabel would be unprotected by her guard boy and Lenna would have Mercury there to thwart him but, Lenna was a rare occurrence around here. AH they wanted one to go with her, Isabel it was, It might work in his favor to show some attention elsewhere any how Lenna didn't seem to respond to the direct approach.

Venus offered Isabel a hand up now that the tank was clear to leave the garage.

Mercury nudged Lenna and asked quietly. "what car do you want to take, there are also motorcycles. I don't care. and you can drive too if you want."

So no drive-by pickup for the explosives. Fair enough. That just meant more of a straight-shot to the prison without a fun little detour. They'd get to their destination more quickly, and therefore get to their fun more quickly. Certainly livable. Besides, they could always have a little more fun on the way back to the Sanctuary, had their destructive desires fallen a little short of being satiated .

Isabel, startled, ducked slightly under the sudden pressure placed against her head before straightening out again once realizing the source of the brief pettings. She gave a friendly grin to Mercury. "I'll be sure to be careful," she assured him. "And you be careful of those explosions. But have fun," she offered in turn, giving her own little pat to his bulky arm. There wasn't a whole lot that could get in the big guys' way, but that wasn't much of a reason to go and get blown through a wall or something.

The sudden shift in size and color of her latest roommate didn't make any kind of sense to her when he stepped away to go and wait with Lenna. Then again, she didn't know what the other young woman's abilities were. It could only be something to do with her, judging from the proximity and timing in the change. It was puzzling, but somewhat interesting at the same time. She made a mental note to keep a little space between herself and the other girl until they were away from their rampage. She'd like to avoid any negative effects of the girl's mutation at a time when her own was a necessity.

She watched quietly as the last of the vehicles were cleared out of the way and the path for the tank's exit was completed. He attention shifted only when she caught a patch of red moving in the corner of her eye. Another hand extended in her direction, though this one from a different clone. She gave an appreciative smile to Venus and accepted the offered hand as the moved to hoist herself up to the entrance of the tank and then into the vehicle. Though at the same time she kept an eye on that and the other hand. They tended to be afflicted with a bad case of wanderlust.

Lenna liked Lori. Lori was unpredictable. Her powers were good for frying security cameras and generators, and she had a good head. The unpredictability applied to plan-making. Her plans came out of left field. 'Never let them see you coming' was a good saying to live by. That's why Lenna approved of Lori's plan for the tank. She was glad Lori assented to her logic on the contact. The Order wasn't often discreet, but they could be reasonable. That was good to know.

"Sounds good," Lenna replied. She was all for them having the advantage.

Her eyes slid over to one of the clones as he approached. Judging by the enthusiasm, he was Mercury, Messenger of the Gods. The messenger delivering a package of death. It seemed oddly fitting. Lenna smiled at him.

As for the vehicle choice.

"A big van would do nicely. That one, over there?" She pointed towards a white one, and made her way over to the driver-side door. Lenna looked back at Mercury for a moment, with a demure look. "I'll drive. I know where it is." It'd make things easier. The back of the van had enough space for all the boom they were packing, and the van was nondescript enough for the job. If they needed to doctor it up afterward, Lenna knew the Order had a pair of talented tag artists on-hand.

She held out a hand towards Mercury. "Keys?"

Lori was already on the key situation. The tank's keys were always easy to identify since there was a whole ring of them needed to turn it on and arm all the battle stations. The candy van that Lenna had picked was labeled by parking spot and that was a bit trickier since the reds had moved most things to accommodate the movement of the tank. She found it eventually and tossed it toward Merc and Lenna. Someone would get it over there.

The tank Key, Lori tossed to Venus, who could then toss them to Isabel. The zune, she tossed too because Isabel could work it better than Lori could and it was safer in less electric hands.

After everything was passed out to the appropriate people, Lori closed the key case that was mounted on the wall and handed herself to Venus. She never minded a wandering hand when getting into place. Lori paused to salute to Lenna and her escort. They were counting on Lenna. If Lenna fell through on this, Lenna would be in trouble.

"Only turn it on enough to unlock the tread, if possible. We'll need to cut all power once we launch if we ever hope of turning this thing on again." Ah the glories of magnetic manipulations around electrical equipment. But it would be worth the precautions, in the end. Lori ran her hands around the interior of the tank, familiarizing herself with it's natural response to her natural magnetism. The more aligned it's particles, the easier this would be. Good old-fashioned ferrous material.

"Let's get ready to launch so when Lenna calls, we can go."

((OOC: Lori and I decided, we're modding through to keep the thread rolling. The clones can catch up at any time you want back in, good luck abyss.))

The keys, Lenna caught. The Clone and the Adapted got into the candy van. A little under four hours later, the charges had been set. It hadn’t been easy. That much was obvious. They’d had to set up the charges undetected around a secured facility. Lenna and Mercury had worked fast. Stealth, deception, and violence had all been utilized. They were pulling out all the stops. Nobody living detected a thing.

Once they were done, Lenna rolled the cleverly-disguised laundry van a safe distance away. The sanctuary was dialed. She brought the cellular phone up to the black of her facemask, and spoke. “It’s done. We’re ready to begin. See you in a few.” She shut the phone, and ended the call. Her hand moved across her chest to grab one of the two 9mm Sword Cutlasses holstered under her arms. She checked it again, and looked to the prison. Dusk was falling. Storm clouds hung overhead. Chaos was on the wind.

All that was let was to wait for the Order to make their dramatic appearance.

Lenna smirked. “Good times.”

Mercury was more than cheerful, he was going to play KaBoom, it was his favorite game in the whole wide world. It was like kicking an ant hill but on a much bigger scale, it didn’t hurt that Lenna was fun and seemed to be interesting, she also made him look funny. As they waited Lenna was smirking and checking her gear, Mercury edged just out of range and was having fun changing the tip of his tail from black to red over and over again.


‘This is going to be the most fun I have had in a loooooooooooooooooong time!” he said quietly but enthusiastically. “ can I have the detonator now?”

Venus place a hand firmly under Isabel’s thighs and lifted her with ease, he even resisted groping her…noticeably. And handed the goods over as he got them from Lori, he then place a single hand under lori’s rump and picked her up over head allowing her to get on the tank as need. Mars opened up the void and allowed those who wouldn’t be needed for this experiment in tank catch.

Abyss and Jupiter would be doing the launching with Mars in the hold with the others in case something went wrong a hop into the void and they’d survive. Jupiter picked up the tank and walked out of the garage with the beast, when at level with the building he shouted “hold on” and tossed the vehicle upward where Abyss caught it as gingerly as possible. He parked a motorcycle at the bottom of the building and then began to climb. Once he threw the thing he was jumping off the building and racing as hard as he could.

Abyss had wrapped his tail to the main cannon and looked as if he would be holding on for dear life. Jupiter scaled the building with a fair bit of ease once there he nodded to Abyss and threw the thing in the direction mars had pointed out earlier. It was odd seeing the tank sail threw the air, but he wasn’t staying around to watch. He hopped off the building and landed with a thud next to his bike, a moment to shake off the terrible jarring sensation and he hoped on the motorcycle and took off.


The group flew threw the air and was plummeting towards the ground as Abyss prepared to ease the landing, he assumed that he would be receiving some help from Lori’s prowess as well.

There were a few things that Lori hadn't counted on.

One. The throwing phase was b-b-bumpy. The tanks inhabitants suddenly became much better friends with the metal surrounding them, not to mention each other.

Two. It was harder to gauge where they were in relation to the ground once they were off of it. There was a brief moment where Lori's guts visited her throat, but it passed. The tiny manual viewing hole showed them a slowly rotating view of the tops of some trees sailing far below them. And as they turned, things started to get closer.

Magic time.

Things were choreographed beautifully. A resounding thunder echoed down and out of view of their little hole that now showed them approaching fence tops rather than building tops.

Dust streamed through their little hole as Lori pressed her hands against the tank and let go. That tightly curled fist of power let go not one finger at a time, but all at once. The tank caught in the field and almost continued all the way through it— their momentum was that great —but in the end, stuck some feet inside a smoldering penitentiary.

The tank groaned and around it smaller metals squealed out their twisting joyous cries as they writhed free of their homes and crawled toward the massive magnetic field.

1. 2. Lori took a deep breath and closed the fist inside of her, the field folding in alongside her visualization. 3. Then tank dropped onto its back end in the middle of a thoroughly wrecked prison. Many of the prison cell doors had plumb flown off their hinges and now lay jumbled at the feet of the teetering tank.

Lori took a shaky breath and flopped onto the closest surface. That was not an entrance they could use every day. She wiped her brow and flicked the betraying sweat off with a flicker of electricity following in its wake.

"Now let's go find Bane." And someone go find her stomach. She thought it might have dropped out somewhere mid-flight.

When the time came to pop the cork, Lenna passed the boom-boom button corkscrew over to Mercury for the giddy honors. Bits of prison roof took to the air like a spout of victory champagne. Lenna pulled the black ski mask down over her face, and got to work.

An explosion that big would obviously attract a lot of attention. Gone were the days of stealth and violence. Their entrance had been a big one. They could double up on the violence. Lenna worked her way through guards, towards the tank group, guns in-hand. As she reached Lori, she turned.

"I know where Bane's cell is. Follow me."

That said, she led. A couple rounds later, they were at Bane's door. Lenna turned to Lori. "That thing's metal, right? Will you do the honors and rip it free?"

She looked down the hallway. Prisoners were starting to make their way towards exits. She looked towards Lori. "Who's in charge of the recruitment drive for them?"

((OOC: My suggested posting order after this post is Bane, Lori, Lenna, Abyss.

Isabel, let us know when you want to hop in again. ))

”Hold me now I’m six feet from the edge and I’m Thinking!” CRUNCH goes a skull, and a large shock to the system. He grinned with masochistic delight as he reached down and rolled the body of his current cellmate who tried his luck and tried to get a bit to friendly when Bacchus was sleeping, it was the second warning he got and like he told his other cellmates before this one, he was only going to tell them once. Unfortunately for them they were all stupider than him (which some would call an impressive feat).

He took of his shoes and put them on the bottom bunk after wiping the blood and brain matter off his shoes and then hopped onto the top bunk that let out a large groan in protest threatening to give way from his weight. He didn’t really care, worst-case scenario the beds would break and he could try to pass off the killing of cellmate number eight to the beds. Not that it would matter he was going to be relocated to solitary again, it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be his last, as it would have it killing a few dozen people (few is a term used lightly) seemed to rack up quite a death count with the system and those needed up turning into a few dozen life sentences.

It didn’t matter to him when he was sentenced. For some reason he thought someone would come and get him, an employer who he was working for (doing as the Romans do) and a girlfriend who he thought would have saved him within the first week. Neither showed any inclination of knowledge that he was locked up, and neither showed him any signs of hope. The only person he had any contact with was Ulysses who saw him once a month at most; he let him know how the crocs and smaller critters were doing, and how he had been getting a few calls from the loan sharks who were missing the large sums of money he had been wiring to their account. But there was little he could do.

He was stuck between the ground and a forty ton rock and that rock wasn’t going anywhere with the collar on. Prison life was hard and rough, first few weeks he spent his time getting beaten to a pulp and as soon as he could walk again he found himself right back on the hospital bed. It was stupid in his opinion, why spend so much time and money getting him fixed up just so he could end up getting broken again. The repetitive system was a joke he found funny as hell.

After the first month however things started to change, he noticed within time more and more mutants started rallying to him till they formed a tight knit little club, and only mutants were invited, any one messed with him, they would get a quick shank to the kidney to bleed out in the shower. Prison life was tough and as messed up, as it was it was a place he fit into so well.

Bacchus always thought he was born in a wrong time; he should have been born in an age where you could get knighted for swinging a hammer about and taking out an entire city. But know he had to be born in this time where that was frowned upon. Prison was the closest thing to that life; it was where he started to realize who he really was. He wasn’t a sweet guy who hated to kill, no he only justified the killing with his friends back home, he missed them and they were still his reason for living but he realized that he didn’t really need a reason to kill anymore.

Now prison changes a man, sometimes for the better, and as far as Bacchus was concerned it was what he needed to show what was important in his life. Isabel obviously didn’t care about him; Slate didn’t either (not that he cared) no his friends back home and Ulysses, along with some of the members of his lil mutie club.

A few hours later he heard an explosion, new inmate? Could be probably, most likely a mutant, they were probably cornering him now and tossing a collar around him treating him like an animal and then caging him. One thing was for sure, no beast liked to be caged and when the beast broke out, there would be hell to pay.

Five months in this shit hole and no sign of getting out any time soon, that was until he realized the sirens going off and chaos out in the courtyard, maybe it was the new mutant that caused a beak out, maybe some of his fellow mutants freed themselves and were coming back for the rest. He smirked at the idea and jumped down splashing his feet in the blood and brain matter and walked over to the cell door.

When the powered down giant looked out of the cell he blinked once flabbergasted to what he saw before him. A familiar blonde looking as fine as ever and another figure in a black ski mask. They were looking at his cell and he was sure they saw him. Were they the ones breaking the pen to hell? They must of no one wear a ski mask unless they weren’t doing something illegal not even skiers.

Hearing a few catcalls directed at the two girls in front of them he was guessing most of them were directed at Jenny, she was indeed a sight for sore eyes, not to mention the fact that she was the first woman he had seen in five months other than the ones in magazines and the television. Instincts took over and he grinned to Jenny first then to the other figure with some side holsters, ”Sheila’s!” Bacchus said with a big grin and his arms opening wide, ”Come for a visit did ya Jenny? Business or pleasure the nature of your visit?” he asked hoping it was pleasure more than business.

Even if every time they meet one tries to kill the other he was willing to overlook it seeing as it had been five whole months in this testosterone filled hellhole. ”Whose your friend?” he asked nodding to the woman in the ski mask his eyes fixing on her midsection where two guns were holstered under her arms, his eyes shifting from the guns to her chest. He looked back to the blonde and smiled waiting for her to answer his eyes traveling up and down her person as more catcalls could be heard.

Me-ow! It must have been a long time since some of these guys had seen a proper lady because her baggy khaki cargos were getting the response her miniskirt wished it got. Not that the cat calls didn't add a little extra swagger to her step. It was hard not to feel pretty after such a grand entrance.

"We're here to bust you out, Brickson." As if that weren't obvious from their tearing down of the prison walls. Inmates started clapping. She wouldn't admit to business or pleasure in reference to Baccus Brickson. Only the facts that he needed to know. Escape seemed a pleasurable enough experience.

Lori stepped close to Lenna partially for the yips and yowls and partially because she wanted to tell her to take post. "Cover me." She would add to Lenna that Brickson was mentally stable as a house of cards, but the man had wonderful hearing. On impulse Lori gave Lenna a peck on the ski mask. She was just so cute in her mask and it set the prisoners to howling.

"Move, Brickson." As soon as he was away from the door, Lori pulled it from it's hinges. She always had to throw it elsewhere afterward or risk getting hit. The door skid across the hallway and Lori wobbled. This was getting to be tiring.

She took on a more powerful stance that helped keep her on her feet, but noticed a brief gap in the yips and yowels. Now that they knew there was a distinct chance some of them were getting out they collected their jaws and started shaking the bars in front of them.

"Any friends you want to take home, Brickson?"

Lori put her hands on his collar and sucked the energy out of it. Ah. Much better. Now she was going to get way the heck out of arm's reach.

>>”Sheila’s!”

Lenna blinked.

>>”Come for a visit did ya Jenny? Business or pleasure the nature of your visit?”

Another blink. Oh, Bacchus definitely deserved a slapping today. Maybe even a punch in the kidney... as for the others in the prison making catcalls, Aww, how nice. Lenna inwardly rolled her eyes. These people needed to learn how to talk to their saviors. Especially Bacchus. Somehow, she'd remembered him... taller... more charming? Maybe able to see a prison break when the team came in front of his face?

But nope. Lori had to spell it out for him.

"That's right," Lenna muttered. This was a break-out, not a social call.

>>"Cover me."

Lenna gave a slight nod at the order. She turned, and stood guard, guns-drawn. She was expecting a wave of guards, or a flock of prisoners, thanks to the Order Leader's words. She was not expecting... the peck on the cheek.

"Er..." Well, that certainly dulled the edge on her dramatic pose. Underneath the mask, a hint of scarlet came and went.

Well, whatever, Lenna dismissed the embarrassment. It wasn't like she hadn't kissed the woman before. ... Lori just hadn't been in her own body, then.

--Blink--

Lenna's grip on her weapon tightened defensively. She gave Lori some room.

Metal scraped across the hallway as the door flung free. As the door settled, so too did the chatter. Lenna looked around. Finally. And all it took was several explosions, and a door.

As Lori escaped from the giant's reach, Lenna brought him within her range.

A hand drew back. A slap rang out. Lenna removed her open palm from the side of Bacchus's face, and pulled off her mask. Her hair was shorter than in Columbia, but it was the same face, the same eyes. The same woman.

"First, that," She noted dryly. "Remember yet?" Her eyes glared into his for one second, then Lenna continued.

"Now, answer the woman's question."

The collar was preventing him from accessing his senses like he normally did he couldn’t smell the two girls but he was sure they smelt a right side better than his cell and the prison itself. The catcalls continued as he tuned them out to focus on the pair of women in front of him. She neither told him the nature of her visit or as to why she was breaking him out. He figured she needed him for something what that thing was he wasn’t sure but didn’t exactly care he just had to get out of this hell hole and seeing as he just killed another inmate it was most likely he was going to isolation. A place he didn’t fee like going to again.

”Grand entrance like that… figured you were here for a reason like that, but to think your busting me out? Hooooo-e, you must of really missed me!” Bacchus said as he looked to the girl she was with who still had a mask on. Wishing his hearing was also restored to its hard to control state Bacchus looked to Jenny as she got closer to the gunslinger and said something so he couldn’t hear. He frowned slightly only for a moment and then was tempted to join in the catcalls with the rest of the inmates when Jenny kissed her.

She was asking for trouble, girls like that did love attention after all low self esteem or something like that. As directed he took a step back and smiled as the hinges were removed from the wall. She could have easily unlocked it but he said nothing. She was after all breaking him out; he wasn’t going to criticize her… not yet anyways. The whistles and cheers stopped and he grinned as he walked closer to Jenny who was more than nice enough to do something to his collar. Reaching up and placing a hand on it he frowned slightly, it was off but his powers weren’t working.

Jenny booked it the second his collar was off a fact that made him smile slightly, he technically owed her now even if he wouldn’t admit it. She was Jenny after all. Once Jenny was a bit ways from him the other woman approached him and reached back and slapped him. A fact he didn’t really respond to, yeah it hurt but he was stunned more than anything. Why would a random woman… Bacchus blinked once she removed the mask.

A smirk came to Bacchus’s face, ”Hard to forget, you enjoyed yourself then Lena?” Bacchus said hoping that was the right name. Bacchus was never good with names and the fact he hasn’t seen the woman since their last meeting (a good one at that). ”Good to see ya, long hair looks good!” Bacchus said as he played up the slap and reached to his cheek and rubbed it slightly, ”Though not sure I deserved that,” his eyes trailed up Lena once more then smiled, ”Still looking as spunk as I remember ya,”

He looked up to Jenny as they asked him if he had a friend or friends that he wanted to bring along, ”Dozen or so, mutants…” Bacchus said as he looked to the nearest cell which was a few iron doors down. ”Might want to be careful though, some of these blokes have been locked up a bit longer than five months, they might try making a pass…” Bacchus said, ”Might be easier if I let a few out my self yeah?” he asked as he pulled at his collar and nothing happened. ”Still not myself it seems…” he said commenting on the lack of power.

Isabel very quickly decided that she did not like unconventional flying one bit when she wasn't the one in control. Being tossed around in a tank was now on the top of her list of things never to do again. Had there been seat belts or something similar, it might not have been so bad. Instead she found herself calling up her trademark armor and scrambling for any handhold she could find in order to try and avoid braining herself on some part of the metal interior or getting a little too well acquainted with the other unfortunate passengers.

Once the thing had landed, Lori and the others seemed ready to move way sooner than she was. It took a few moments for the inside of the tank to stop spinning, and then a few more before she dared to try moving. The last thing she needed was to lose her balance somehow and tumble off of the monstrous vehicle or trip over the piles of debris that had been created upon landing inside the prison. At least they had arrived in style.

Once she was safely on the ground and sure that she would be able to move without falling over, or losing her lunch, or both, she did her best to catch up to the two women that had taken off before her. They'd been moving faster than she'd anticipated and had needed to rely on following the direction she thought she'd seen them run off in as well as the growing sound of catcalls. Boys were stupid.

Irritably rubbing her pointer and middle finger against her right temple as she finally caught sight of the other two women, she slowed her pace as she approached. Bouncing around in a tank could give someone a massive headache. Noisy inmates didn't help to remedy it, either. But it was well worth it, and they'd be out again soon enough. Hopefully they'd leave on the ground. She might opt to find her own way home otherwise.

It only took a moment before she noticed Bacchus was standing with the pair as well.. He was a sight for sore eyes, though she wasn't sure what kind of reception she'd get. He had been left in that cell for a while. And speaking of the cell, she was only mildly surprised to see it dripping with blood. She thought the collar would have done a more thorough job of keeping him under control.

"I love what you've done with your cell. You'll have to give me the number of your decorator," she commented, slowing to a stop a short distance from the other two women and casually crossing her arms as she made room for the freed door to skid. "I'd love to stay and catch up, but with all this noise, we're bound to have some company soon."