[marvel: mutant rescue] Who: Kyle, Gwen, Max, Luke and Jack What: Jack rescue! Where: Edge of the Bronx, Marvel Door When: During the Marauders attack. Warnings/Rating: Probably some gore down the road.
[The warehouse squats on a street at the edge of the Bronx, and it certainly looks as abandoned as an empty building should, with shattered windows that scream 'condemned' and graffiti emblazoned on the brick. A construction sign on the fence heralds a new development from a company that's never coming to build anything, and it's almost as weathered as the building itself.
On closer inspection, though, the effect is a little too perfect. There's no sign of squatters, or indeed of any foot traffic at all, and the chain link fence around the warehouse is high and secure. Excepting the large hole recently sliced in it by a Marauder skiff, of course.
Every once in a while, people enter the facility. Usually this happens in the dead of night, but on a street lined mostly with empty buildings and dead houses, there isn't really anyone around to see. Neighborhood kids who sit around and watch the place find themselves picked up by the cops in a matter of hours, and enough get picked up over the course of a few months that they learn to stop hanging around. The occasional homeless person or woman on her way home from work passes through, but nobody lingers.
The alien attackers, though, aren't worried about the police. Most left the area for greener pastures when they found so little of value, but some are still striding, running, skidding down the street in the occasional skiff, every few minutes. The sounds of chaos can be heard in the distance, screams and the smell of smoke coming from downtown.
One of those skiffs was responsible for the ten foot hole in the perimeter, the chain link warped and blackened from the heat of an errant cannon blast. The front door of the building boasts a rusty padlock, but there's a side door, just around the corner, with a well-disguised keypad in place. Beyond that door is an immaculately clean cement ramp leading down to yet another door. This second layer is heavy steel, sealed and locked with a bolt.
Beyond the door, through a pane of bulletproof glass, a red emergency light silently flashes. Flashes. Flashes.]