From inside the second truck sat a man in silence. It wasn't ideal to be locked up inside this box truck. It was stuffy, crowded, and unsanitary. Alas, sometimes sacrifices had to be made to achieve a greater goal, and right now that greater goal was just thirty minutes ahead of them. He just hoped it went smoothly, otherwise lives would be lost for nothing.<br/><br/>Before those doors shut, the guards arrived with one more mutant. A woman, no older than eighteen, had been tossed inside like she was nothing more than a doll to be toyed with. Anger bubbled inside him. When had it come down to this? Rounding mutants up like cattle. Treating them worse than dirt. Gavrie wanted to lunge at these guards and tear their throats out with his teeth.<br/><br/>That had to wait, though. Gavrie tore his gaze away from the woman; slowly positioning himself closer to the doors of the box truck. His goal wasn't to break out and run. No..his goal was to lead each one of these mutants to safety and ensure their well being when those doors opened. If necessary, to kill any guards that survived the initial ambush.<br/><br/>As the truck came to a screeching halt, Gavrie glanced back at the other mutants. Shouting commenced from outside of the truck. One after another, they began dropping. Each thud signaled another successful kill. Before long, two sets of footsteps could be heard approaching the doors. Calibrating his potential pounce, Gavrie waited until the doors opened and he saw two familiar faces.<br/><br/>"Simon, Jay, perfect timing!" Gavrie smiled, hopping down from the box truck and helped swing the doors open wider.<br/><br/>"Looks like they beat you up pretty good, Gav." Simon chimed in.<br/><br/>"Yeah, Gav. Surprised you didn't kill 'em." Jay smirked.<br/><br/>Raising an eyebrow, Gavrie dusted his clothes off and chuckled. "If I would have, I wouldn't have been able to gather useful information regarding this prisons security systems. If we do this right, we can free the whole building next week. For now, though, we need to get this lot to safety. There's a girl here who needs emergency medical attention."<br/><br/>Simon and Jay nodded, holding their hands out to offer help to those who wished to go free. The rest of the group gathered around the box trucks, forming a protective barrier while Simon, Jay, Gavrie, and a few others took the initiative of leading the mutants away from danger. A couple of others came with stretchers for Melissa, who seemed like she wouldn't be walking any time soon. Once they would return to camp, they would be capable of caring for her injuries there...along with anyone else's.