Meanwhile, Magneto and Mystique continued their own rampage of destruction as they moved from floor to floor freeing prisoners, dispatching guards, and collecting followers. Mutants who recognized them, joined them, and other prisoners learned quickly to leave the Master of Magnetism and his growing assemblage to their own devices. A combination of powers and pass-codes got them in to places that the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents running the Raft had believed impenetrable. It was a delightful endeavor but it was also short lived. Magnus knew that the time available to them before S.H.I.E.L.D. sent out their best and brightest and his own decoys were no long able to distract the Avengers and their ilk was growing shorter.
Eventually he led his newly collected followers out into one of the raft's yard's, twirling his fingers to peel back yards of electrified and viciously barbed wire fences. With another gesture a large section of the metal outer wall tore free and formed itself into a long flattened oval that hovered just above the ground. Magneto stepped upon it, holding a hand out to Raven and then gesturing for the others to join them. This makeshift platform would take them all, enclosed in his force-field, to a nearby island where he had transport waiting to return them to Genosha.
"We'll give him two minutes," he murmured to Mystique, referring to their feral mutual acquaintance. He wasn't an asset Magneto wanted to lose and, if he'd passed the test, Sabretooth was more than welcome to join them on, as he'd called it, their 'resort.' Magneto stared at the building, collapsing in on itself down into several underwater levels, a shriek of alarms still sounding from within. His mouth curled up into a cruel smile. Wonderful.