"Okay, you know the plan, Marc, you stay here with Cookie and get the charges out. Desmond, you can secure the perimeter." He turned to his radio, "And Crystal, keep the heat on them from the sniping position." He looked back to the group at present, "Desante, you're with me and Luke's squad, go down the right corridor."<br/><br/>The squad nodded and ran to their respective positions. Xavier stepped towards the junction in the corridors and found a man with an axe bowling towards him. He raised his blade defensively, "Stop,"<br/><br/>The man stopped with his eyes vacant.<br/><br/>"Good, now, I want you to hand me any keys and run down the corridor, and chop down whatever comes into your path, ignore the normal proceedures... Do you understand?" The man nodded. "Go." And the man spun around and began running faster than ever like a madman.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Kelly stood up, and looked over her shoulder. The technician, a Mechanic demon stood over child-sized Clockwork dolls, made to self-destruct at the right moment or his cue. The way the creature caressed the dolls was as though to a lover. She snorted in disgust, the creature was considered one of the lowest even among demons. Intellect and Creativity were not highly valued. Yet, everything was held together with a burning hatred for the symbol of humanity's unity and hope. The Liquid Order.