The plane went down of its own accord, he watched it fall and resisted the urge to drag it down faster. Magnus didn't know who the passengers in the craft were, but the crash ought to slow them down and meanwhile there was still the intruder who'd escaped the aircraft before it went down. Magneto now sent the remainder of his Brotherhood gathered around him to scope out the wreckage and went to join those he'd sent after the interloper. Magnus had a suspicion, he recognized the aircraft. Chances were good that the Mimic had come for, he supposed, a rematch. Foolish. Whoever of Xavier's X-Men he'd dragged here with him were equally foolish, for throwing their lot in with a man like Rankin. The choice would be all of their undoing.