The hum of the turbines was smooth now, as the turbulence had eased. Roland had been working the nitrogen from his system by breathing pure oxygen as he had inspected his pack and the small capsule that would be tethered to his body. It felt good to be working again. Especially for free. His suit was pristine in its arrangement, with all he would need on his person. Keeping things simple seemed best, especially when the Romanian Army would most likely arm him.

The cargo door of the aircraft opened, icy cold winds no doubt whipping through the empty shell of the carrier plane. Roland couldn't feel it, as it suit was now sealed and insulated. The sky had an eerie light to it, since the moon was so much closer than it would be two miles below in Romania. The curvature of the earth was slightly present from here, as were the rich ocean of clouds, bathed in the moonlight. A serene moment, similar to the opening of a symphony, where the woodwinds whistled along quietly in preparation.

A green light came on and all was prepared. The target coordinates were going to be below him in enough time for him to hurtle toward them like some kind of lightning bolt. The rush of oxygen in his body had him giddy. Or maybe it was the idea of being unleashed on the hapless saps below. It was something to think about on the way down. Feet left metal and then the great atmosphere pushed on him. He turned briefly to see the door closing on the plane as it veered off to friendlier airspaces.

Now it was just him and the sky. The great cloud ocean was on its way to meet him as he hurtled through space. Roland's altimeter clicked away as he positioned himself into a javelin of speed, reducing the air resistance. Even the capsule got in line as it drafted behind him. He imagined those of his breed that had the ability to fly. If he could, he would never come down.

Only his slow, measured breaths and the muffled roar of the air around him could be heard as Roland rocketed further toward Bucharest. Swallowed entirely by clouds, he floated in a surreal moment, surrounded completely by the heavy vapors. On the side of safety, Roland began to flatten out somewhat, moving his body slowly until it was more of a resistance for when he left the visual hindrance of cloud cover.

Air traffic patterns had been averted for the most part, but whenever Roland jumped like this, there was always the possibility of a flock of birds or worse, a scenic helicopter tour. The idea of hitting lift blades at maximum velocity only gave the consolation of a quick and instant death. The altimeter continued its own descent as his fate would be unveiled. From grey haze to the sudden appearance of the lights of Bucharest. The city was bustling below him as his altimeter flashed, signalling a countdown to release his chute and guide his way in to the rooftop of the National Bank.

Turning his head slightly, Roland could see the capsule behind him, trailing back a few yards on its tether. With a focus of his will, its handle was wrapped tightly in his free hand, the one not reserved for the ripcord. He locked it onto his chest straps with the help of teleporting carabiners just in time for the chute to open. A black chute unfurled and remained aloft, thanks to expert packing. Using the two guide handles, he maneuvered his way to what seemed to be the only feasible landing zone. The architecture and statues of the building's rooftop was lovely to look at, but made for a precise spot on landing, which was executed perfectly.

The chute had no time to drag or be seen, as once Roland had landed, he teleported it into his hands , wrapping it up and repacking it on the spot. His gift was more useful than a Swiss Army knife when it came to operational effectiveness. The capsule was quickly unattached and gently placed before him. He kneeled and opened it slowly, revealing the prepared thermite charges and radio detonators. The detonators were calibrated and the charges prepared as Roland eyed his point of entry.

Dean, he liked the guy, he reminded him of James bond movies, the guy was smooth and dangerous, he didn’t have the same boastful wildness about him either, he didn’t need it, he had a professionalism that the order sorely needed. but right now Rook got to sky dive and Saturn, he got a small motorcycle and the under ground railway, but was that as bad as it got, not a chance! Once he got close to the bank he was going to have to go teenage mutant ninja turtle and get on a fricking skateboard in the sewers. He was going to take some fees out of this bank job, for having to travel by skate board and smell the waste of Romania.

Lets, face it this job was ****y. For once in his life Saturn had all the reason to complain in the world and he didn’t dear utter a word, so he could keep as much of the vile air out of his system.The motorcycle jolted him down a stair way and the little gps was nagging him to make a u-turn still not understanding how he managed to get himself underground, why was the voice on a gps never pleasant? It couldn’t be someone with a soothing voice? Nooooooooooooo, it had to be a naggy woman! make a u turn, make a u turn…AH! The motorcycle sped his heavy frame to the tunnel that would take him to the small trek under the bank. He dragged his motorcycle into the tunnel and tucked it up and away on a shelf near a vent to keep some natural air in the subway, and their rain tunnels. Pulling the gps and the skateboard out of the respective homes. He stood on the skate and started pumping his leg to propel him down the way, soon enough he would be in the realm of reek.

His propelled himself and was actually impressed with the architecture and work under the sewer, he wasn’t even having to duck his head, the walk ways were a bit bumpy, but other than the smell, it wasn’t so bad. He moved due east as he knew he would need to and finally the gps stopped complaining. The electronic hag finally announced that “he had arrived.”

He leaned against the wall and waited.

Infiltrating a bank in the dead of night wasn't much of a challenge for a mutant who was turned invisible in the dark and could teleport into any shadow. After spotting the ghostly white building with its numerous surrounding columnades, it was a skip, hop, and a 'jump' before Shade was inside the bank. Looking from the second story balcony down to the floor of the bank, the shadow mutant surveyed for any guards that might cause trouble for the invading mutant organization. There was a slightly larger security team than usual guarding the bank in order to protect against any incredibly daring mutant that needed a few extra thousand leu (Romanian dollar) to escape the country, but nothing extraordinary, just several humans with automatic rifles.

After his quick surveillance, Shade 'jumped' up several floors to the roof of the complex. He was to meet another member of the demolition team there, the one who supposedly was suppose to bring the boom powder. Moving silently around a air condidtioning unit, the invisible mutant spotted his help, kneeling over a parachute. Shade cracked a grin at the thought. He liked not having to worry about things like that. Teleporting nearer the man, the shadow mutant was now off to left of the other Order member.

"I'm glad you could make it." Shade's bodiless voice stated softly as to not to be overheard and not startle the man too much. However, he was ready to move if the man did have a happy trigger finger.

Roland began to assemble the small drone which made up the rest of the innards of the capsule he had brought down with him from the heavens. It was a pitiful thing, with just enough fuel to make a few circles, but for what its purpose was to be, it was lovely. He turned the small fixed wing creature over to ensure the two pounds of plastique were intact, primed to blow when it was caught by the missile. Everything was moving along like clockwork, precise and smooth. It made Roland appreciate this new organization that much more.

A scuff of foot in the darkness moved his eyes to his left, the silenced 9mm on his back ready to take flight. Fortunately, Miss Faust had briefed him on his accomplices . One was of the large red and super strength variety, which left this one. The shadow teleporter. Just the kind of guy Rtoland liked to have as an inside man. He thought it might be good to introduce him to others in the field somewhere down the line, as his gifts were quite profitable. Placing the drone upright again, he stood slowly, as he heard the shadow was fond of knives."Right on time. Dean Adwin. You must be Shade. I need you to take care of the power and whoever might be inside while I get these charges set in the sewer. I have a watch synchronized already. Removing one of two watches he wasn't wearing from a pocket in his flight suit, Roland made it appear at the shadow's feet.

" Three marks on the clock. First one is when you cut the power. Be sure to cut the backup generator as well. You should already have the blueprints. If not, I have some here. Second mark is when all guards are to be down and the vault blows. You'll hear a secondary explosion up here. It is a decoy, so don't let it throw you. I'm using thermite, so stand clear of the vault. You don't want that stuff on you. I suspect the initial explosion may be rather bright as well. Don't know if that affects you. Make sure no calls for help make it out of the place. Third mark is when we are to make the train. We'll meet a resistance member at the junction nearest the sewer. It doesn't leave much time for looting, so fill your pockets as fast as you can." Assembling the charges and detonators carefully into a sling bag and placing it gingerly over his shoulder., he made his way to the edge of the building." Any questions?"

The invisible mutant listened with disinterest as the other man went through the details as if he were a human tape recorder. Shade never was never much of a plan guy. Plans could always had to be changed in the heat of combat. Instead, Shade just had a specific objective to accomplish, and he completed it no matter the costs. Of course, it helped that he could disappear in an instant then reappear almost anywhere. With that kind of power, one rarely needed anything cost to a plan.

"Nope, think I got it. One for power, two for gurads, and three for getting the hell out of here. No problem." Shade answered, before teleporting down to the basement where the back-up generator was located. A lone guard napping in a wooden chair near the door was the only protection the secruity had decided to send down here. With a dagger to the heart of the sleeping guard, Shade made sure that he would never awake again.

Driving another blade into the gasoline tank of the generator, the shadow mutant openned a large hole on the underside of the tank. Gas began to pour heavily through the hole as Shade severed the line to the main circuit board for good measure. Teleporting outside, the shadow mutant found the box to which he had just cut one of the power cords to. Looking down at the synchronized watch, Shade patiently waited as the last fifteen seconds ticked by. As the clock swung into the first marked position, Shade threw all the beakers starting with the secruity systems first. Materializing a black blade, the shadow mutant then drove the knife into the wiring above that now had no power in them. The only lights remaining the building were the battery powered Exit signs and small emergeency lights near them.

Saturn made his mark and found the container the majority of the funds were supposed to be moved into. If it went right, he shouldn't have to get in the sewer water, Dean was supposed to be good, he would show his stuff today. Shade was also up there somewhere flitting around the darkness and probably scaring the Romanians out of there wits moments before they died. it amused him to think of the humans in this country feeling the pain of supporting the idiotic decision to draw a line and dare mutants to cross it.

He leaned up against the wall and watched the time tick by on the clock, it was getting close to when the lights would probably go out, he wasn't sure if they were going to hitting the button to make his watch glow a few seconds before the power was set to be cut.

No questions. Roland's thoughts on the professionalism of the new organization were improving by the moment. The teleporter took the watch and went about his business like a good soldier. Romania was looking more and more profitable by the second. Time was ticking and an incoming text on his cell told him that the Resistance was holding up there end of the bargain, as the batterry had been accessed. Hopefully their watches were synchronized as well. The drone was armed as Roland stepped over the edge of the utility ladder at the back of the building. The coast looked as clear as it was going to be, so he started the sllide ot the bottom.

The gloves of his flight suit were made to withstand the atmosphere's friction, so the ladder didn't make much in the squeaking department, which Roland appreciated. He saw the sewer cover and gave a good look around before hopping down. The cover left its place in the street and appeared before him, appearing to flicker as it was being teleported a few feet at a time as he jumped down below the street, He positioned it over his head and teleported it back into its original position above him, with only a slight bit of screech and jarring.

The fresh smell of water and sewage assailed Roland's nostrils as he found the hulking red associate waiting. With a feigned salute, consisting of two fingers flicking from the brow, he set upon the dimensions of the waterway ceiling, attaching the thermite charges in their practiced and precise places." One of the other clones, I presume? Or the same one? I hope you don't mind that I can't tell you apart." With a flick of some switches, a green light flickered on each bundles apparatus, signalling their readiness. Roland slogged through the calf deep fluid to the big man. " Have you worked with thermite before? I've used the smallest amounts to get the job done, but even those may burn through the floor here. I was told you are quite strong, so I assume you'll be able to handle the vault when it comes down? ICan't claim that I could do much with that, personally. Anyway, our friends in the Resistance are ready. Just waiting for the power to go and we are ready. Anything you need from me?"

~~" One of the other clones, I presume? Or the same one? I hope you don't mind that I can't tell you apart."

“I’m a knock off.” He joked in a sad tone.” And really we like to keep people guessing on who is who, it is entertaining, eventually some figure us out by attitude or what have you, but it takes quite a while.” He shrugged.

“no, but I’ve heard about it, it does the job of a very precise explosive but doesn’t quite fit the bill.Its the…Goldsmith, no. Goldschmidt reaction? Reminds me of a welding torch” Saturn nodded.

~~“Anything you need from me?”

“Yeah, the vault will be like catching a feather. Actually, I had a thought about transferring the funds. If you aren’t able to get it all out with your skills, I was told a bit but not everything. If you happen to have a limit to what you can move, and had some rafts up your sleeve, we could send them down stream and go searching for them later, at the very least it would keep it out of the governments hands. So, Need, not really. Feel free to stand clear if you want, I can’t catch the rubble, but I will sure as heck get the vault.”

Yup, he liked the new guy, He was the first one that didn’t run around screaming I am an Idiot on arrival, a nice calm, down to business fellow.

(Leapfrogging Shade to allow for more prep before the power is blown. Feel free to do your magic at your leisure, Shade.)

As if one super strength man wasn't enough, multiples with independent personalities and the same face was overkill. Roland was pleased to be on the friendly side of the street in this case. Taking a seat several meters away from the point of impact, a small flat case was produced from inside the pack on his back. It was powered on and opened, looking a bit like a small laptop, though it had no keyboard. A popout control stick and a few buttons for control. The HD screen lit up in the dank darkness of the tunnel as it came online. Roland placed it with his hands on the concrete as he separated the chute pack from the gear pack.

" Yes, the temperatures might be extreme but I suspect a living tank as yourself could handle it. Still, I'd be careful of your clothes. The air temp might set them ablaze in the immediate vicinity of any overflow. Once the fires are out, I'll use my chute to bag up what we can't move. You can just sling it over your shoulder like Santa, right? Rafts I hadn't expected, so the chute will have to do. Anyway, I'm not in it for the money, just for fun." Flammable chute pack got a good dousing in the water, just to be safe.

On the bank roof, the small fixed wing drone began to hum to life. Its little fiber optic eye began to soak up the night sky, feeding it to the small console that Roland was viewing below. " Alright, little bluebird, time to fly." Practiced hands took the controls as the drones powered fans fired up, though only making a high pitched buzzing of a whisper. It was now hovering a few feet off the ground over the bank's roof. Roland turned his watch to see it was go time for the power. A grin pasted his face as the concerto had begun.

Saturn striped off his shirt and shoved the majority of it in his back pocket. He typically liked wearing suits, but did not and would not wear one to the sewer. “Yeah that works too, merry Christmas to all.”

" Alright, little bluebird, time to fly."

Saturn waded into the middle of the area he suspected that the safe would fall looking to the techie to instruct him further if he didn’t have it quite right. He spread his arms and felt rather silly standing there in the sewer. Looking to the ceiling as if for salvation. The little blue light lit up on his wrist and a faint beep beep beeeeeep, went off like a tiny harbinger of destruction it signaled the proper moment for him to get in place and ready for his part in the game.

Timing, the great cornerstone of all that Roland did in life. As the light of the synchronization point dinged, the lights upstairs went out. he could see the outer lighting on the roof go dim from the drone camera. His cellphone alarm buzzed in his pocket, signalling the surface to air missile's release to open air and destiny. Moving the control stick in a semi circle, Roland pointed the view toward the general direction of the battery. The drone's fans kicked into gear as it flew up ten meters and three to the right, positioning it over the guarded streets.

It was only a moment before a dim light could be seen in the sky. Roland hovered over the trigger delicately, waiting for the precise moment. He moved the drone a meter more and smiled as he saw the strengthening light begin to track it, homing in on its prey. Considering the possibility of lag between the camera and possible electrical interference, he let a single second lapse before he hit the switch. he dropped the trigger once it was activated, using the free hand to cover his eyes. " Don't look into it!" A thunderous hiss and roar ripped through the tunnels as the concrete and steel below the vault and over their heads was cut precisely, allowing the vault to fall through the floor toward the red man's arms.

The screen cutting out meant that the missile found its target, exploding with its own thunder in the sky over Bucharest. The flaming remnants of the drone fell into the streets, an obvious sign of aggression by the wicked Resistance, no doubt. The explosion in the sky more than made up for the explosion under the bank, just as it was supposed to. The flaming wreckage was now the culprit and the focus of attention. Money gathering and the hell out of Dodge getting would be easy peasy now.

Saturn stood their thinking and wondering as little alarms chirped, would it be worth it dipp his hands in the sewer water so that he would have some added moisture? He was already standing in the water man this was a crappy situation. He could put his outer shirt in the water and wrap his hands in it….it was too late, he thought of it too late.

~~" Don't look into it!"

Saturns head whipped down as he looked away from the ceiling. Well damn! How was he supposed to catch a burning hot vault and not even get to look at it, and he didn’t have to think about it any more the heat was falling toward him and he couldn’t look at it. His tail was the solution to the issue, everything would work out.

His tail whipped forward and smacked the closest edge of the first layer of flooring out of the way and and away from where they stood. His hands too batted debris in the same general direction away from Dean.

He allowed himself to squint downward and then glance up after the initial blazing glow faded to a mere too bright. His tail whipped two more beams out of the way and a fist gabbed and closed on one of the sides of the vault, the impenetrable metal reacted much like a large brown paper bag might have, form making its selves comfortable with the reshaping big red fingers had demanded of it.

The debris landed in the stink water and managed to make it worse, the only thing worse then stench filled water , was hot stench filled water. there were ofcourse burning bits of this and that spread about, but the majority was a pile in bubbling waste.

“Goggles, if we do something like this again, we need very dark goggles.” Saturn said as his hand batted at another large chunk of cement. His eyes tried to make sense of the dark tunnel once more, but was still putting starry halos on just about anything he looked at.

“and nose plugs.” He let out with a laugh.

His eyes settled on a shadowy figure that was bound to be Dean. He waited for the strategist to lay out the next few moves, “don’t bother if you brought lock picking stuff, Doors don’t’t stay closed if I want to open them.”

Debris. Flaming, melted debris flew around the tunnel, along with showers of sparks. Roland ducked down with his eyes shielded, watching as the great red beast knocked chunks of concrete away with hands and tail. He did his best to use his own ability to knock flaming bits into the sewage. It was amazing to see Saturn grab the vault like a box, a very malleable box at that. He still even spoke of supplies needed in the future while simultaneously holding the vault and knocking debris away. What a spectacle.

A small pocket of molten steel remained near the water's edge. As Roland began to unpack the chute with his ability, he stepped over to the pool. Getting more than a few feet closer was nearly impossible for a fleshy person, as waves of heat buffeted his body. The detonator and the drone control case took their curtain calls and leapt into the stuff, becoming part of it rather than evidence. With the unaffected part of the waterway open, the chute opened itself and was then unfolded." Says the man holding the bank vault like a pack of smokes. Just pull the door off and we'll fill it up here. Of course, I just dropped in, so I'll need you to take me to meet the Resistance and move on to our next mission." Kneeling to open the chute, he looked up once more at his monolithic companion. "Of course, if that is alright with you." Seven of them. Sheesh.

" Says the man holding the bank vault like a pack of smokes. Just pull the door off and we'll fill it up here. Of course, I just dropped in, so I'll need you to take me to meet the Resistance and move on to our next mission."

"Mmmmm, Nicotine. I had just managed to get the thought out of my mind too." for Saturn the dry amused banter was like any other person being uncontrollably enthusiastic. Saturn popped the vault into the air for a moment long twisting it like a basket ball so the side with the doo was toward him. his left hand caught it again and his right made short work of the door to the vault, he was careful not to spill a drop of the loot until it was tilted over the spread out chute."

"Of course, if that is alright with you."

"Yeah, I'd be happy to show ya the HQ.That is a hell of an entrance you have there, I gotta say Romania might need to tighten air port security a bit." he stopped frowning for a moment which was about as close to a smile as he tended to manage and again the lack of a frown was rare."
It was interesting to see the mixed currency that made up the national treasure. he thought he saw a painting or two slid into the massive pile on the parachute.

After the money was load Saturn indeed packed up like a jolly red Santa and started walking down the tunnel agian. He didn't bring two bikes but they were good to catch a train from here.

as they came to the train station he spotted a young pair of teens in a dark corner the off color in the larger ones eyes announced that he was a mutant. He tossed the keys toward the pair. " there is a motorcycle in that tunnel. its all yours."