The door was open... a bit earlier than planned. When did anything ever go according to plan? Never, that's when. Omen stood at what was once the gates to the prison camp. He was in the direct center of where the gates once closed. Jubilee was off in one direction, Zap in the other. They waited while the rest of the team headed for their destinations. Their own job was to keep the area clear for the hundred or so Morlocks they were there to liberate.
A ball of nervous energy tightened in his stomach as the alarms continued to sound. He would feel a lot better when Matrix and Shadowcat shut them off. Oh, as well as the sentinels that were lurking. As sweat beaded on his brow, Will tried to calm himself and steady his mind.
Before he'd gotten very far in that endeavor, a sentinel appeared out of the warm night air. It was closest to Jubilee and Will fought back the urge to advance. He didn't want to move until he had to. Jubilee could handle one, but it became clear there was going to be more than one. More footsteps rumbled in the distance and more and more silhouettes appeared. Three, six, he began to lose track. Fuck, screw calm. Will pulled the sword he kept on the back of his X-Suit. "Incoming!" Will shouted as they approached. He had a bad feeling about this.