<div class="floatleft">(https://pm1.narvii.com/6738/e67e8f0d4186d00cae49918fcbd160ebcea68f54v2_hq.jpg)</div>Deeper in the RAFT as the rest of the team advanced they would come across the visible signs of the breech in question.  Dead or wounded guards were about, taking stands at security checkpoints, but it did not seem to matter.  Cooling pools of pumice and obsidian on the ground and about the rents in the blast doors, with scorch marks beyond as if subjected to incredible heat.  Other signs of forced entry were clear, judging from the deformation of the metal about the edges, and the indentation of physical blows by fists easily beyond a foot in rough diameter.  It would take a person of immense strength to do what was done, considering the makeup of the doors in question.<br/><br/>A bit deeper down into the interior of the RAFT, Mystique was free and in a better position than she had been.  She could track down who had the gall to use mutants against their will.  She knew they had to be controlled or enslaved as three of the group she recognized as Xavier's brats, the ones who used the names Magma, Mercury, and finally Rockslide.  While Mercury and Rockslide did have moral compasses which might be considered “loose”, Magma had always been devoted to Xavier deluded dream.  Still, before she could find out more she had to deal with the two gullible idiots trying to put a tube down her throat.