Just as the security center of the Bellagio was finally quiet, it was disturbed by Pyro storming in with Wanda right behind him.

"What the hell is going on in the vault?" he asked quickly.

"Nothing sir," said a security guard as he brought up the image. "It's all normal." Pyro put the phone up to his ear again.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken; my vault is unbeatable," the fire lover smirked.

"Are you watching your monitors? Okay, keep watching." The monitors flicked as images of upright guards were replaced by unconscious, bound ones and a destroyed vault. "In this town, your luck can change just that quickly."

"Find out how much money's down there," Pyro said to Mesmero who nodded.

How the hell did that cell get in my pocket? I own a Droid, not a prepaid flip phone. Unless... She remembered how Evan kissed her cheek. He must've slipped the phone into her pocked. And, with Evan, came Piotr.

"Wanda." There was a pause. "Wanda." She was jolted out of her daydreams.

"Yes?" she said to Pyro.

"Perhaps you should..."

"Perhaps I should what?" she asked indignantly. He sighed.

"It would be better if you weren't here for this." She huffed and quickly strode out of the security center. "Alright," he said to the caller. "You've proven your point. You've broken into my vault. Congratulations, you're a dead man, mate."

"Maybe," was the calm reply.

"Maybe? How do you expect to leave? Do you honestly think I'd let you walk out of my casino doors?"

"No, you'll carry it out for us."

"And why would I do that?"

"As your manager's probably telling you right now, you have a little over 160 million in your vault." As he spoke, Mesmero handed his boss the number of money in the vault on a slip of paper. "You may notice, we're only packing up about half that; booby-trapped as insurance." Piotr continued his stroll through the casino, not noticing the figure following him. "You let our half go, and you'll get to keep the rest of your money. That's the deal. If you try to stop us, we'll blow up both sets of cash." He turned around and came face to face with Wanda Maximoff a.k.a. Scarlet Witch who had a glare that could rival Evan's. "Mr. Pyro, you can lose 80 million privately or 160 million publicly. The choice is yours." He took the phone away from his face. "Hi, Scarlet," he said in a charming voice.

"Make the call," Pyro told Mesmero.

"911 emergency response," said a voice on the cordless phone.

"Where's Evan?" Wanda ground out, her eyes flashing.

"Evan? He's fine; he's getting better control of his powers. He requests that you go upstairs and watch TV."

"He does, does he?" She crossed her arms and Piotr knew to tread carefully. They were trained together for a while, after all.

"...three men have taken control of our vault." Mesmero nodded to Pyro.

"Okay, we have a deal," he said into the phone.

"You should learn to relax." He quickly walked away as Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Great," he said into the phone and walked away. "Here's what you'll do." He was happy that she wasn't following him because she just might hex him.

"The guys in the vault will deposit six bags into the elevator, which will then rise to your cages. Three of your guards will carry the bags out of the casino. If they take more than twenty seconds to reach the floor, or if there's any indication that a switch has been made, we'll blow the money in the bags and the money in the vault."

"He's in the casino by the slots," Pyro whispered to a guard as he heard the ringing of the machines.

"Of course I'm in the casino by the slots. In fact, I'm staying in your hotel. And I have two words for you: mini bar." Piotr was having fun now. Nobody messed with his friends. "As soon as the guards hit the casino floor, a white, unmarked van is going to pull up in your valet station. Your guards will load the bags into the van's rear. If anyone so much as approaches the driver's door, we'll blow everything. When I hear that the van's away and the money's secure, my men will leave the building. Once their safety is confirmed, you'll get your vault back."

"The S.W.A.T team is here," Mesmero whispered to his boss. Pyro nodded.

"Alright," Pyro said calmly to the caller, too calm, "I have complied with your every request, wouldn't you agree?"

"Da."

"Good, because now I have one of my own, mate. Run and hide, arsehole. Run and hide. Because if you're picked up buying a 100,000 dollar car in Newport Beach, I'll be sorely disappointed. I want my people to find you, and when they do..." he laughed as he's employees shuddered, "...rest assured, we won't hand you over to the police. So, my advice to you is this, run and hide. That is all that I ask." He waited for a response but none came.

The abandoned, untraceable phone lay on a barstool in the empty suite.

"Mr. Pyro, our guys say that van is headed for McCarren Airport," Mesmero said.

"Get everybody into position; I want my vault back before that van hits the tarmac," Pyro replied.

The SWAT team was on the scene was stealthily dropping down the deactivated elevator shaft that led to the vault.

"Night goggles on," said the SWAT leader through the walkie-talkie. "Prepare to cut power."

"Cutting power now," Pyro said as the lights where the team was went completely dark.

"Breaching elevator doors now. We have two guards, bound and unconscious. Wait a minute!"

"Guys, guys, someone's here," said a frantic voice.

"Take them down now," the leader said. Shots were heard, quickly followed by an explosion.

"I got him," said the panicked voice.

"Lights, lights, we need power now," said the leader.

"Give it to them," Pyro told the guards. The screens showed the illuminated hallway and vault. The SWAT team was aiding the guards but the vault looked blown to pieces. "What's going on, talk to me," Pyro said to the team.

"It appears that a high explosive device has been detonated, repeat, has been detonated," said the leader. "We will continue to search for survivors."

Pyro breathed noisily and turned to Mesmero who shook in his shoes. "Tell them to take the van," he said as he started to exit the room. "And find out HOW THE BLOODY HELL THEY HACKED INTO MY SYSTEM!"

"Yes sir," Mesmero said quietly.

The Bellagio team followed the van as it stopped beside a small jet. The team quickly got out of their cars and held out their guns. "Step out of the van," said the leader. Nothing happened. "Tires," he said to his teammates and they did as they were told and shot the tires. There was still no movement from within the van.

Pyro surveyed the damaged vault and was blowing out a little steam. He was interrupted by the SWAT team leader.

"Sir, our search has found no suspects. Nor can we determine how they entered or exited the premises."

"Take your men and get out." The voice was deadly calm.

"Sir, may I suggest that you wait outside until the bomb squad-"

"Now." The team leader shrugged.

"It's your vault. Blue team, move out!" They picked up their bags and left the tycoon alone.

"Mesmero, where are we with the van?"

The team leader inched his way toward the driver's door and quickly opened it only to find that a robot was in the driver's seat. He lowered his gun and raised an eyebrow.

Across the lot from the van, a black sedan was parked. Alex sat grinning in the passenger seat as he looked at the guard's surprised face. "Okay, I just wanna try something," he said as he started to move the van with his joystick which freaked out the Bellagio team. Ororo finally had enough and called upon her power. Within moments, lightening struck the van and its back end exploded. "Why'd you go and do that?" Alex asked.

"Because I want this thing over and done with," Ororo replied as she turned her full white eyes at the boy.

"Oh, okay," he said nervously.