Vulcan to Haven => Magneto
ooc: Skipping again, and we keep trudging along! XD Vulcan was pissed. There was no other word for it. He had bungled this up in a major way. His mark was down, and badly hurt. He had failed to protect him in any discernible way. Okay, so maybe he'd bought that huge guy the time to tackle the beast away from Angel, but that was hardly a consolation. It made it even worse, elbowing him to the rank of sidekick. Yeah, I set Creed up for the real hero to take him down, he told himself.
"Dammit!" he cursed under his breath, teeth bared. He turned around to check the immediate perimeter, but he didn't see anyone or anything there. By the time he had turned, Sway was long gone. It frustrated him even more to have nothing to show for it. He turned back to face the room, breathing hard at just how much this situation had gone completely wrong. He looked over at Angel, Ghost and the big unknown guy (Warpath) in time to hear him say to call an ambulance.
"NO!" he exploded. "Ghost! Get back here! No ambulances. We go back to base! Haven, gather up!" Since the boy was already up and running, Vulcan addressed Ghost again. "Get me an exact head count of who's hurt!" he barked as he hit the concealed comm badge on his chest.
It was one of two working prototypes, fresh off Forge's drawing board and rushed to production for today's mission. The other was in Magneto's possession back at home base. Here goes nothing, he thought, testing them out for the first time in the field. If these worked, they would go into production so that all team members could have their own. "Vulcan to Haven. Situation has gone completely FUBAR. Request immediate extraction. I repeat. Immediate extraction needed. At least three to port to infirmary, one... Angel looks bad, man," he said, cracking and straying off script. He felt like crap about it. All he could do now was get him to medical attention.
He stepped closer to Angel, cautiously glaring at the huge mutant who was busy patching him up, or trying. "I don't know who you are, but thank you," he said, although it pained him to say it. The one time he had been trusted to more or less be in charge, and a stranger had to come in and save the day. "You're hurt too. That's your blood, isn't it? Our infirmary... it's mutant friendly," he offered, testing the waters. It was the only decent thing to do, plus he was sure Magneto would want to question this guy, whoever he was.