Their luck held, at least into the boundaries of the city and into the squat little building with the entrance down into Magneto's cells. In here there were three Brotherhood flunkies they had to quietly dispatch with power suppressant darts and a little sphere that released sleeping gas (another toy from R&D, some real James Bond shit). After Coulson got a card off one of them they used it to open the entrance and begin a long walk down into what seemed like unending darkness- until some motion sensor lights came on and Fury nearly shot one of them. Jesus. They picked up the pace and Nick wondered why the fuck this was so easy and not liking it one bit.
They got into the cells courtesy of the card- this place was more hi tech than he'd expected and a little more normal to be honest- and found three occupied cells and not a guard in sight. Fury was frowning, on edge, and waiting. Even the most covert missions rarely went this goddamn smoothly and they were in the middle of an island of mutants with powers they couldn't even imagine. Something was coming, something had to be coming.