"Word of advice, boys," Wanda stepped away, picking up the thread where Wicked had dropped it. "Run." Now that they were no longer a threat, disarmed, practically wetting themselves in terror there was no need to torture them any longer. That was where Wanda drew herself out of the role of ex mutant terrorist and remembered that even though these were criminals and murderers, she'd given that life up a long time ago.
Lou made a weird choking sound, maybe of relief, and turned and took off running without even a glance back at his partner, anything to get the hell away from those crazy broads. Johnny, still surrounded by ghosts, had a difficult decision to make which he eventually made- pelting through the least threatening of the ghouls to chase after his friend. Wanda wondered if this was a story they'd be telling their bosses. Probably not. Somewhere out there in Vegas, two women named Priscilla and Tasha had unwittingly had their lives saved. All in a night's work, Wanda supposed.