Sinister prowled past the computer banks, checking the status of the data copy once more. The fight, short as it was, hadn't spilled into the room where he would have been forced to bother with guarding the computer banks. But the sound of explosions and further battle, which were to be expected as they made their way down the hall, had not filtered in. That could be an issue.
Growling to himself, he glanced at the door. The smoke had finally began to clear. Slightly glowing red on black eyes stared back at him, widening as a soft curse made its way through the room.
Sinister couldn't help but grin, "LeBeau. So good to see you again."
He glanced down at the console nearest him: Four Minutes