<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Scene Setting<br/></span></span></strong></div><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.orbitz.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/california-highway-395.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>The X-Jet came screeching to a halt just under an hour later, slowing up before hovering smoothly in the air. The modifications were some of the most advanced technology on any aircraft in the world, and it slowly lowered to land by the interception team. They were swarming a highway lay by making preparations. At first glance there were four squad cars, two large SWAT vans, two bikes and a helicopter. The men around looked closer to soldiers than police, all armed and equipped with bulletproof jackets. Their Captain approached the Jet as it landed, getting ready to briefly double check the plan of action through with the X-men. He'd certainly never worked with anyone like this before. Even the FBI didn't come close.<br/><br/>When the ramp lowered the newbies would be hit with a blast of hot air. Californian sun was beating down on the tarmac and sand, without a single cloud to shield anybody. The air itself felt dry, it was almost hard to get any solid breaths. He'd been told the team leader was ex-army but he hadn't been prepared for the mountain of a man who left the jet. Bishop looked closer to seven foot than six foot, and bulkier than even his toughest men. The others followed and the Captain spoke up. While he was a bit uncertain, and had arrested a fair few mutants in his time, he was more than prepared to give them a shot. If they could prevent his colleagues dying then he was more than happy with that.<br/><br/><strong>"Right people, we've got a plan of action here. All we need to know is where you four slot into it. Helicopter and bikes are running distant pursuit and not engaging, just going to keep that van in sight so we don't lose it. Chopper has a marksman, but we'd rather not use him. The squad cars are there to pursue and make sure you have plenty of backup. Also you can use the windows to do whatever it is you do." <br/></strong><br/>He wasn't quite sure what that was, but the SWAT van didn't have a lot of ways to lean out. So if any of them needed a clear line of sight they'd have to be in the cars. He proceeded to point to a huge pile of kit on the floor. Bulletproof kevlar vests, police batons, shotguns, rifles, pistols along with holsters and ammunition. Lethal force was allowed and there was no reason to leave these people under equipped.<br/><br/><strong>"Take whatever you need, but only if you can use it. Don't want friendly fire here after all."<br/></strong><br/>And then time to give them what little he knew.<br/><br/><strong>"So, on to what we've been doing. Which isn't much. The van is tough as hell, bulletproof and weighs far too much to intercept it with cars. We could ram it with our own van, but that risks destroying everything inside. That and we know there's a thermokinetic in there. If he freezes up our wheels or the road we'll crash. And we don't know just how much weaponry they've got. Supposedly two grenade launchers went in the robbery, so if they start shooting we'll start losing men fast. I've been told you lot can help that happen. Honestly I just don't want to see people die today, my men or you people."</strong><br/><br/>He gave a smile. He might be a hardened officer, but there was no sense being harsh to these people. He was a far cry away from the higher ups who hated them. Even a few of his own men despised them, some with reasons and some without. He got the fear, but personally he'd rather try to fix things up than hate people.  Most of the others milling around had given nods of respect or quick salutes to the arriving X-Men, and he was proud of that. These were the real men behind the face of the heartless Government, and a lot of them cared more than the mutants would probably have thought from their school.