11/7/2006 The personnel from the Raft assigned to fetch Otto Octavius from Stark Tower are all old hands at transporting dangerous prisoners, and they take their task very seriously. /Very/ seriously. Along with the driver (who, unbeknownst to them, isn't quite himself this evening), there are /several/ armed and armored guards, a wheeled gurney with heavy straps, and a white-suited member of the prison's medical staff. Sure, Octavius doesn't have his arms anymore, but he's obviously still considered to be quite a threat. Enough of a threat to spend the trip through the city strapped down and sedated via IV drip. A second vehicle is assigned to follow the van containing the unconscious Octavius; they're obviously expecting trouble... though not the kind of trouble they're going to get. How unfortunate for the personnel that the Deus ex Machina of the evening are somewhat above the expected resistance. Far ahead of the convoy, an instantaneous bright, white flash deposits a trio in the road; the center of which, with a palm on the shoulder of each of his companions, is a scowling Exodus. Eyes and fists exploding with pulses of lavender energy, the acolyte's white cape ripples as he rockets into the air and stops high above the roadway before, hands boiling with more and more energy as they are thrust over his head between his golden shoulders. Overkill is often lost in Bennet's private dictionary. The day has already begun to drift into evening, that fact emphasized by the earlier time the sun now dips towards the horizon at. The day had already been getting progressively clouder, which only adds to the long shadows that have been cast over the streets by the buildings and the low angle of the sun. These shadows are broken with the sudden appearance of the trio, and while Magneto starts to sweep off to the side in his fedora and overcoat - a subtle thought at attempting to remain incognito - Exodus clearly has different plans. "/Exodus/," he snaps out harshly towards the man, pausing briefly in his tracks before continuing to the side of the road. A stream of curses and oaths flood mentally in the direction of the over-exuberant Exodus, and Magneto gesturs sharply for him to join them on the sidewalk. His eyes flicker down the nearly empty road in the direction the transport is scheduled to come down, and his scowl faintly softens with pleasure as his eyes land on the approaching vans. "They're here," he mutters to his two companions, and his gaze flickers off to the intersection further ahead of them. A beat passes, then a squaking of tires and a few horns bleat through the air a split second before a glass-shattering crash echoes through the air. Marrow is cleanly deposited on the sidewalk - on two feet and with minimal amounts of vertigo. Hello, Exodus. Goodbye, Exodus. No longer hidden within the cowl and folds of the heavy hooded-sweatshirt from the morning, the woman stands lean and tall, the sleek muscles of her unshielded arms and stomach interrupted by the ragged shards of bone which protrude from back and elbows while ribbing stretches out from the confines of skin beneath her clothed breasts. Beneath a tusked forehead, malachite eyes flicker quickly - down the street and around the location before settling on Magneto. She sneers at him, just a little. The promising sounds of a sweet accident is quick to draw her eyes back towards the road. The vans ride calmly along its destined route, silence roaming within. This... calm before the storm has simultaneously soothed the driver of the first van. He carries a straight face, eyes not so much on the road as they are on the traffic before the two vehicles. One corner of the man's mouth pulls into the slightest of grins at the sounds of screeching tires, and his foot taps ever so gently on the breaks, bringing both of the vans to a slower speed as they approach the accident up ahead. The guard riding shotgun in the first van -- leader of this little errand -- frowns as he leans forward, peering through the windshield. "Oh, hell, what's this?" Scowling, he turns toward the driver. "Take the next right. Alternate route. Do /not/ slow down, mister." Not waiting to see if his orders are obeyed, he takes the radio and starts communicating with the escort van, while the other uniforms in the back look tense. The medic remains calm, even cold as she continues to monitor the prisoner's vitals; wouldn't do to have the man croak on his way to life imprisonment, right? "What?!" Exodus replies to Magneto with a hair of defiant disappointment, the purple flames dissipating from his hands with a reverberating hum as he dashes back to the ground and pulls one of his gloves on tighter. "Allow me to obliterate one of them, Lord Magnus. Allow me to flay their minds. Let us lay waste to their forces!" Magneto's tight lipped glare flickers away from the approaching vehicles to land on Exodus, practically interrupting his last words with a sharp, "Remind me to give you a -dictionary- when we get home, with the word 'subtle' bookmarked." Then, his attention slides back to the vans even as he mutters to Marrow, "Two of them. I'll..." He sighs quietly, then mutters, "Exodus will keep the second occupied while we handle the first, and he 'ports us inside the back." These words are almost thoughts murmured aloud as he continues in an almost casual pace down the sidewalk, turning his head towards the accident down the road despite the fact that his eyes flicker to their corners towards those escorts as they start to turn. Callous jade eyes lighten into amusement as Exodus comes back down to land - the speech the royal-raiment wearing man causing Marrow's lips to twitch and jump, sporadic movements in an attempt not to laugh. "Oh, c'mon, get the stick outta yer ass, Magneto. Let the poor guy have some fun." Wryly spoken, soft and gravelly words as the woman rotates her shoulders - audible, faint pops heard with the movement. A flutter of lashes signifies a confused blink, though she shrugs and strides after the man. The front van remains at a steady pace toward the accident - and coincidentally 'the next right' -, although the driver appears near catatonic in behaviour, despite holding both hands on the steering wheel. His eyes slowly drift away from the forced traffic jam, and to the more familiar figures of Magneto, Marrow and Exodus. Words are rapidly exchanged between the two vans via radio. Not only do they have an alternate route planned out, they have more than one. Yep, prepared. Those who are able to peer out of windows, scanning rooftops and fingering the safeties on their weapons. The fringe of a satisfaction twisting his maw into a cruel smirk, Exodus rests his palms once more on Marrow and Magneto and disappears in a blink, reappearing in the little space available in the first van. The instant it's clear that his cargo can fend for itself, he vanishes in another bright flash and crashes the party in the second van; rending the minds of the occupants apart and sending a burst of psionic energy to blow the vehicle apart in a blazing plume of fire. The shockwave of the blast throws a concussive 'BOOM' ripping into the air. As soon as they appear within the first escort van, Magneto shines a wide smirk around towards all of them with an abrupt, "Good evening." Accenting his words are the loud squeaks from their guns as the barrels twist in different directions, leaving Marrow free for the more physical actions. "I believe-" His smooth words are sharply cut off with a wince, flinching slightly as he hears the explosion from the first vehicle and his jaw clenches tightly. Plans? Confetti now, more like it. The street abruptly turns into the insides of a heavily armoured containment vehicle, leaving Marrow to blink, a touch stunned. A few more blinks follow the curl of those guns and the woman proceeds to simply stand there. She'd look a little intimidating if it weren't for the confusion wrinkling her features. The thrum of the psionic shockwave is met by a scoffing snicker. "So, uh. Heh." Eyes flicker from Magneto to the shocked expressions of the guards and the medic. "You still need me for somethin'?" While the hearts of the guards in the van should start to beat considerably faster with the spontaneous combustion behind them and the new appearances within the vehicle, the driver in the leading van (and now only van) seems... less than worried. The the sound of metal twisting at the hands of Magneto even has him smirk with sheer glee, the van finally easing into a stop in the middle of the street before he calmly looks over his shoulder with a nod in greeting. "HOLY--!" This from one of the guys in the back of the first van. The exclamation is finished by the man riding shotgun, in the crudest terms possible, even as he and the others are bringing their weapons -- their, oh hell, twisted and /useless/ weapons -- to bear on the new arrivals. Even the fish-cold medic looks startled for a second before sagging with a resigned expression. The explosion makes all of them flinch, reactions ranging the whole spectrum from fury to fear. "You /bastards/," says the man riding shotgun angrily, grabbing for his radio. Time to call for backup, even if it'll arrive too late. To the driver and armed man riding shotgun in the front van, their view is obscured by a flare of pure light as Exodus appears in front of the van flying backwards; a cocky smirk flashing towards the duo and both arms crossed in front of his chest as the ivory cloak flicks and flutters in front of him. << Unhand that contraption, sirrah. >> The voice echoes hollowly through their minds as he begins to hammer through the radio operator's psyche. The cringe remains openly displayed on Magneto's face, though his jaw is set with angry tension through it before he takes a breath and his eyes flicker over the guards before glancing towards Marrow. "It appears the plans are now reduced to an improvisational exercise, I'm afraid," he says even as he hears the guard in shotgun speaking, and in quick response, he raises his hand in a gesture and yanks the radio forcefully from the Guard's grip. "Not yet, we're not quite finished here." Steely blue eyes quickly shift to the figure in front of the van now, however, and another gentle sigh is released - though this time, the faint traces of a wryly amused smirk can be seen teasing the edges of his lips. "Though we will be in a moment. -Clear these guards away from Otto so we can transport him elsewhere." Amusement wrinkles Marrow's features, making her face a playground for light and shadow as bone prevents her skin from stretching normally. More snickering is performed - both for the theatrics of Exodus as well as the jaw-gritting ire it arouses in Magneto, her eyes switching from one to the other. "Alright, alright. I guess you guys've been entertainin' enough." Entertaining enough for her to crack off a lean and thin dagger from her elbow and wave it about at the hapless guards as she leisurely prowls forward. "You heard the man. Back away or I'll make mince meat outta yer pretty faces. -Hey, what's this for?" The question is aimed towards the medic, a knobby finger pointed towards the IV. The driver's head turns back to look out the windshield, sending another nod towards Exodus, although with a much colder expression on his face. When Magneto finishes his little speech, he swivels around on his chair only to see Morrow has started moving. "Careful, don't want to harm the Doctor, now." The English accent that accompanies his overly confident grin - definitely not his own. The "contraption" is unhanded -- even if the man with the radio didn't actually choose to do the unhanding. One of the guys in the back, who had a damned good view of the destruction of the escort van, mutters something about a wife and kids. Shotgun retains his scowl. "You people..." He refrains from speaking further, though judging by that look in his eye he thinking nothing complimentary. He's not stupid, though, and gestures for /his/ people to move away. Not that they need prompting. The medic stares at Marrow for a second with sleep-bruised eyes. "Sedative," she says flatly, as she, too, edges away from her "patient". No way in hell is she dying for this man. Or even risking a minor cut or scrape for his sake. After catching the look from Magneto, Exodus takes only another moment to scan the faces of the guards from outside of the van before disappearing and reappearing in a flash of light next to Otto, Magneto, and Marrow. Magneto eyes the IV for a moment as he stands over the man, then removes the needle keeping the sedatives pumping into Otto with a quiet 'hm' of disapproval. A glance is shared with Exodus, and with a silent smirk, Exodus sweeps his gaze over the guards present as he reaches out to place a hand on Magneto's shoulder and extends his other to reach out for both Marrow and Zachery. After a sudden flash of light from right beside where Otto was, the van is left five people lighter, and the guards are left with the oddest memories ever of these events, thanks to Exodus' own continued improvisation. A beam simply erupted from a large ship in the air and blew up the second van, while the first was abducted by short aliens wearing spider-man masks, who abducted the driver and Otto before depositing the van back where it was again, the guards' lives still thankfully intact.