At the Pentagon; Logan, Charles, and Hank joined a tour group with Hank blending in expertly under the guise of a tourist with a fanny pack and a stupid hat. Darcy had disappeared from their sight as soon as she entered the building, already under own disguise of invisibility with mind tricks. For a time they walked with the Pentagon Tour Guide and her group, listening until they can break away. "Built in 1943, the Pentagon is the world's largest office building, housing more than 25,000 military employees and stretched out over six million square feet."

A little boy piped up, "Where's the bathroom?" To which a little girl who can only be correctly inferred and assumed to be his sister loudly informs everyone, "He always needs to pee!" There was laughter, and Logan and Charles saw their chance to make a smooth exit while Hank stayed, starting to fiddle with the little gadget he had stowed away in his fanny pack to mess with the security cameras by filtering in live TV broadcasts.

"Well, lucky for you, you'll have plenty to choose from. The building was constructed during the segregation so…" the female Pentagon Tour Guide's voice gradually faded out as they ducked downstairs heading towards the kitchen. They ditched their tourist passes by throwing them away in a trash can. Continuing further down and further in, they did not say a word to each other, which was a good thing, otherwise Logan would start cracking skulls.

Meanwhile, down below where the boys were currently heading, Darcy walked in the Pentagon's kitchen completely unnoticed. She used her telepathy to create the illusion that she wasn't there, which was easy to do since most people weren't paying attention to their surroundings in favor of cooking; and the guards who are supposed to be aware of their surroundings were not expecting to see her, so they did not in fact see her. Easily she followed after a guard carrying a lunch tray into the elevator where she lulled him to sleep and took the tray from him. She didn't bother trying to steal his uniform because it would be ill-fitting and she didn't have the time. She'll just have to switch from being invisible to being viewed as the guard she just put to sleep. Easily said and done easily enough as well since the other guards were expecting to see him and not a hippy intruder.

The elevator doors opened and she walked out carrying the tray in front of her like she owned the place. Darcy bounced down the hallway, confident in her abilities and concentrating hard on keeping up her charade until she reached the door that Erik was behind. Quickly she ducked inside and the door closed after her smoothly. So far there wasn't a wrinkle in the plan to be seen.

Dropping her illusion, she flounced over to the glass floor that Erik was encased in like the interesting bit of male specimen that he is. He wasn't looking at her, so she took the napkin from the tray, kissed the corner, and then dropped the tray down in his cell to give him a bit of warning. Erik looked up at that and when he saw Darcy he climbed to his feet. She smiled and him and blew a kiss before she dropped down to the floor, getting to work.

Extending out her claws to their full length, she jammed them in the glass, ignoring the glass splinters she gained for her trouble, and started carving a hole big enough for him to climb through. She managed to get a jagged oval of glass cut out that fell to the floor with a shatter that set off alarms, and then she quickly ripped away more of the glass to ensure he could get out. Erik reached up to her, and she grabbed his hand and forearm to help pull him out of his little prison.

Once out of the hole, he kissed her and she kissed him back. It was his first kiss in 10 or so years after all. He only broke it off to say, "In three seconds, those doors are going to open and 20 guards will be here to shoot us."

"Oh, Erik, honey. Don't you know me at all?" Darcy winked at him and then turned towards the door expectantly. It slid open and a little less than 20 guards started to trickle and then pour in when the door was opened completely. She only waved her hand at them, and they all dropped to the floor in a deep sleep like the dead. "Let's go." They hurried to the elevator, carefully picking their way over the sleeping bodies.

When they were inside the elevator and on their way up to the kitchen again, Erik started kissing Darcy again. It's been lonely trapped down there without even an ounce of metal. It had also been so long since they last saw each other. This time it was Darcy, though, who broke the kiss. "Wait, why were you down there, Erik?"

"For killing the President, apparently." At least Erik was frank and candid with her.

"That's a shame." Darcy rolled her shoulders and shrugged, Erik watching the movement with the fascination of a sexually starved man. Then they started to kiss again, her pressing her face to his and him gripping her by her upper arms to hold her heaving front to his chest.

Inside the kitchen, the fire alarm has been set off by Hank and his technology causing the kitchen staff to leave, but the guards remain and get soaked. Logan and Charles enter underneath the water spray, and Charles tries to get rid of the guards by talking since he can't use his telepathy. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this is a Code Red situation. We are evacuating the entire floor so that my associate and I can, uh, secure the prison." He glanced at Logan who looked deeply unhappy at getting his hair wet. Charles didn't seem to mind the water.

The officers were not convinced to do anything Charles' English accented voice told them to do. "Who are you?" one of the guards asked without any hesitation.

Charles, however, did hesitate. "We're special operations, CB…FB-CID. Perhaps you didn't hear me when first I spoke, but it is imperative that you understand we're in a complete lockdown situation. We have to get you to the third floor-"

Logan, meanwhile, looks increasingly more frustrated than before with Charles' unsuccessful talking, and eventually gets so fed up that he grabs a frying pan and beats the guards unconscious with it with little more than a roll of his eyes and a battle cry. When he finishes with that bit of nasty business, he looks up at Charles and flatly deadpans, "Oh. I'm sorry. Were you finished?"

The man only looks slightly disturbed. He opens his mouth to say something, but then changes his mind and decided not to. Closing his mouth, he bends down and searches the guards for the elevator key. Finding the key, he uses it.

In the elevator there is a ding announcing the arrival at the kitchen floor, but neither Darcy nor Erik stop the activity their mouths are so committed to. She grabs at his face, running her fingers through his short hair and short five o'clock shadow. He runs his hands down her back towards her rear.

Back in the kitchen, Charles tells Logan, "I'm sorry, I'm just not very good with violence." Just then the elevator doors open and Erik and Darcy do not pull away fast enough because both Logan and Charles saw what they were doing.

Erik looks pleasantly surprised and happy all the same. "Charles?" Charles looks mad and with a shout he punches Erik hard across the jaw. Erik falls to the floor and Charles grips his hand. Darcy is torn between which of the two to help, though when she sees that Logan had menacingly stepped forward she raises an eyebrow at his behavior and chooses to help the man who is strewn on the floor. Erik rubs his jaw. "Good to see you, too, old friend. And walking. " He says to Charles.

"No thanks to you." Charles snaps in an ugly tone of voice. Both men stand and face each other less than a foot apart. Charles, the shorter of the two, is full of anger, but Erik looks at peace with the situation.

"You're the last person in the world I expected to see today." Erik told Charles calmly.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to. If we get you out of here, we do it my way. No killing." Charles had no problem bossing his much more intimidating old friend around.

"No helmet," Erik said amiably enough, "I couldn't disobey you even if I wanted." That sounded more flirty than friendly if Darcy was any judge of that can of salacious behavior. Logan also so that to be a little too friendly, though he is glad the exchange does not involve Darcy in any way. Looking back he couldn't tell if Charles was more upset at Darcy for kissing Erik or at Erik for kissing Darcy. Interesting.

"I am NEVER getting inside of that head again." Charles firmly informed Erik, who looked a little disappointed at that statement. "I need your word, Erik." Erik searched Charles' sopping wet, bearded face and blue eyes before he finally if somewhat reluctantly nodded his consent.

With that handled they all turned towards the door to leave and stepped off the elevator that closed behind them. Then suddenly six guards entered the kitchen and they all aimed their guns at them. "Nobody move! Hold it right there!"

Erik swept his level gaze over them, unimpressed. He stood there getting wet, and none of them raised their hands in the air. "Charles."

An officer spoke again, "Don't move. Hands up, or we will shoot!" Still, nobody complied.

Erik spoke again, "Freeze them, Charles."

Charles looked scared. "I can't."

"Hands up!" the officer imperiously yelled his order at them Erik only heaved a deep sigh, and immediately broke his promise to Charles.

The metal in the kitchen started to shake as Erik manipulated it, and the officers pointed their guns at them. Charles screamed, "No!" Putting his hands on Erik's shoulders he pushed and pulled to try and make his old friend stop. Logan popped his claws, preparing for trouble and getting ready to get rocky with it.

Darcy raised her hand and snapped her fingers. All the guards fell to the floor snoring before they could fire their weapons. "Boys, boys, please. Don't be overdramatic. Your lovers' quarrel is unnecessary."

Both Charles and Erik simply stared at Darcy, and it was like their previous kisses with her today meant nothing. They quickly exited the kitchen, and Darcy puffed out a sigh. Story of her life, being ignored by men except when they are lecherous and not in love with her. This is why she left them both. Logan, however, just had his mouth twitch into a very small smile. "Thanks, darling." She only glanced down at his bone claws and shifted her shoulders. Her answering smile showed her gratitude in return, and she winked at him before she followed after her ex-boyfriends cum gay lovers. Logan thought he must be dreaming to see her shake her rear at him. He shook his head at the crazy thought and sheathed his claws, bringing up the rear. The prison break was a complete success, and now the gang is all here and back together. Now was the time to ship out to Paris and stop Raven from ruining everything. That should be easy right?