Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles!
The Blackbird pull to a very slowly stop. Stealth mode and the anti-Magneto detection tech came on just as they arrived on the island. The ragtag team of X-Men were so very near their target now. It was only a matter of time. They just had to do the distracting and saving parts of the plan. Calvin shifted nervously in his seat and stared down for the twentieth time at the X stitching on his clothing. He just couldn't stop thinking about it. I mean, was this really the right thing to wear here? It felt strange and sort of alien. Regardless he knew for a fact it was the only thing they had on hand at the moment. And, well, probably was going to be pretty handy by the end of this night with the whole kevlar thing. It might just save his life. Well, now they were here and all. It was time to get this ball rolling. They knew his course. Rogue and Kitty were going to retrieve Nightcrawler, and the Mimic? Well, It was his job to get everyone's attention. Something Cal thought himself profoundly good at. Especially considering his current feelings on the subject matter.
With a wave of the hand, Mimic signaled for Roguey to lower the back hatch. Cal then activated Angel's powers and grew a long pair of feather wings from his back. He walked over to the hatch and glanced down at the rippling waters below. It was just about the right moment for him to jump down. That was when he noticed Kitty staring his way. He knew she didn't like this part of the plan. Not, after she'd found him last.. not how Magneto had left him last. Hmmph. It didn't matter. That wouldn't happen again. He was ready for him now. And for the whole lot of the island. He would tear this place to pieces before he lost that way again. He glanced over at Pryde and gave her one of his best lopsided grins. Perhaps she wouldn't notice the apprehension? Or the rage? Mutants were going to die tonight. He knew some would stand in his way.
With a leap, he plunged down into the world of his former home. A place where metal movement was always a sign of death. Mimic glided over to the spot on the island he knew from memory alone. That was where Master Magnus kept his dungeons. Right next to his science projects. Which should really come as no surprise. An arc of optic energy carved into the side of the island and dug deep down into an old entrance. Once he was sure he had their attention, Calvin started shooting and killing anything that moved.