How a riot had managed to become that out of control, Juliette would never know.

They didn't know that much; the briefing had been rather short. She did know that there were several police officers holed up in a bank, low on ammunition and abundant in injuries. The situation had progressed very quickly from manageable to completely out of control.

Juliette clung so tightly to the helicopter that her hand had gone white. She had never ridden in one before, and she would have much preferred for her first experience in one to be something that didn't end quite like she knew that one would.

Cafas and Jude had to travel farther into the city, so the helicopter would need to keep going without them. Her and the woman named Ghost would have to get to the ground without the vehicle stopping, which was a daunting task in and of itself, not even considering the fact that once they were down they would have to find a way to deal with the angry rioters at the bank.

The woman tapped her thigh anxiously as she watched Brooklyn buildings pass below them, feeling the fabric of her new suit beneath her fingers. Finally, the crowd was in sight. She wasn't entirely sure whether it was a good thing or not, but it meant that there was no chance for her to back out.

Despite the fact that she could fly and had stocked up on energy, she still had a feeling in her stomach that something was going to go entirely wrong. She breathed in deeply and ignored it, focusing instead on the task directly ahead and how to make things go smoothly.

"First team, this is you!" The pilot of the helicopter yelled over the noise of the flight. He was a clone of the headmaster of the school, from what she had been told. Ruddy Kipperling.

She quickly to Ghost, letting her know that she was ready to go. She had no doubt that the more experienced X-man would be able to find her way down without help.

Juliette released her tight grip on the vehicle and walked to the edge of the deck shakily. In an instant, she shifted forms and felt slightly more comfortable about being thousands of feet above New York.

Just as she was about to step off, however, the helicopter shook violently.

"Sorry! There was a pigeon!" Ruddy yelled backwards.

Juliette didn't get the chance to hear his apology. She toppled forwards and fell headfirst out of the aircraft, headed straight towards the ground. It took her a few panicked seconds to steady herself and correct her flight. She had gained a lot of momentum, and it was difficult to do so, but she was able to before anything catastrophic happened. She curved herself downwards and managed to land awkwardly near the edge of the riot.

She stared straight at the group of angry people, not bothering to change forms. She didn't even know where to begin with things. So, she simply looked to the sky and hoped that her teammate would join her before she was noticed.

At this point, riots were starting to feel alarmingly normal. Ghost waited for the cue with her legs tucked up underneath her in tailor fashion. She didn't hold Cafas' hand just in case either one of them needed theirs, but she did sit shoulder to shoulder with him as much as the seating would allow.

> "First team, this is you!"

With a nod and a quick kiss, Maya fixed Cafas with a look that said he had better be careful more clearly than words ever would.

Okay. Just one more quick kiss and she was untangling her legs just in time to get bucked out of her seat.

"Pigeon, my butt." She huffed, turning incorporeal on the inhale.

Ghost didn't bother to keep her shape. She let herself puddle and drifted out as a fluffy white cloud.

Juliette was a rookie, but she was a teammate. By earning her place on the team, she earned Ghost's trust. In the hypothetical. In reality, they'd never even had the chance to practice together. She was just that new.

"I can't actually see you when you don't have enough mass." Ghost sent the warning words on a breeze and sort of swirled it around aimlessly with the hope that it ran past wherever her teammate had disappeared to.

Not being able to coordinate visually certainly complicated things.

The crowd outside was like one large organism. Many were ducked behind barricades. The bank's front glass doors were all but obliterated. Many others were checking windows and other potential entry points. There really was no time to lose.

"See you inside." Said the cloud to thin air. And she made her way in through the air conditioning unit.

"I can't actually see you when you don't have enough mass."

Juliette tried to look around to see where the noise had come from before spotting a sort of cloud move past her. It seemed that there was a reason that she was called Ghost.

The woman looked through the crowd to see what exactly was going on in front of them. From what Cafas had told her, there were several cops held up inside of the bank, and they were their real priority. The riot was getting bad, and the windows in the bank were all but completely gone. They would need to hurry if they wanted to get the officers out safely before the rioters got in.

She could understand why they had called on the X-men; there was a lot to handle there, there was no way that the police could get in without mutant abilities. Charging in on the bank would likely only cause more injuries and or death. So, there she was, having just watched her teammate enter through the air conditioning unit.

From the way the crowd moving, it seemed that she wasn't going to be able to get through the riot in a humanoid form. So, she took a page from Ghost's book and switched to her firefly form. That way she was able to move easily between the spaces between people and cross the space in no time. 

The air condition unit was just the right size for her to slip in the same way. She followed incorporeal cloud and made her way through the metal passageway to the main area. It wasn't until she got to the second floor that there was anything interesting in the bank. There were about seven or so cops spread throughout the building. It seemed that they had been forced away from the riot and into safety inside. 

Firefly made her way through an air vent to where she could see a cop below. It looked as though he had trampling wounds, and he was trying to tend to them alone behind a desk. Juliette landed and returned to her normal form so that she could help the man, and so that Ghost might be able to spot her. She wasn't entirely sure where exactly the cloud had gone off to.

As soon as she reformed, the cop moved in fear and took out a gun aimed at her. "It's alright," Juliette stuck her hands in the air and pointed to the logo on her suit. "I'm with the X-men. We're here to help."

The man nodded slowly and lowered his gun, "'bout time you showed up. This place has gotten insane."

Juliette nodded in agreement with the comment and bent down to inspect his injuries. They would need to move quickly, so she couldn't do much more than attempt to stop anything bleeding for the time being. They would need to gather up the others and bring them out, and then find a way to stop the riot. It was weird to think that just a little while ago she had been working in a hospital, waiting for the ambulances to bring her the aftermath of times like that one.

She helped the man to his feet and then looked around for where to go next.