Present Day
New York
It was half a week since Victor had blackened LeBeau's eye and fucked Kitty senseless. His fury over their plan to bait Kitty for Sinister still palpable in every meeting. Despite this, for every alternative plan the team created, all Kitty did was shake her head.
Kitty had lost count of the amount of times she'd announced: It won't work.
And was starting to hear Victor's growled response in her sleep: There's a difference between you not wanting this to work, and a bad plan.
He was downstairs in the Danger Room with Logan and LeBeau, simulating fights as Xavier generated mutations for their adversaries that Sinister had likely enhanced himself with.
At a half past eleven Kitty slung her backpack across her shoulders, it was lighter than she expected. Stuffed with carefully folded clothes, a single bar of soap, and a laptop. She overrode the Institute's security system a handful of times as a teenager, and had little problem doing it again. Her finagling won her exactly forty-five seconds to get off the property before the system rebooted and sounded an alarm as she crossed the lawn and opened the front gate.
She stuck close to the walls of the Institute until the gates were less than one hundred feet away. Careful to avoid the gravel driveway Kitty sprinted for the gates, hands closing over the heavy lock, temporarily disabled by her override, and swung it up and open. She closed it behind her, eyes flicking over the Institute's front windows for signs of movement. Kitty let out a long sigh, the Institute was perfectly still and silent before her.
Lebeau had done his part, keeping Logan and Victor preoccupied downstairs.
Turning to the street she maneuvered the hand-me-down motorcycle LeBeau had procured for her escape out of the brush and on to the street. Remembering his advice she walked the bike the first mile and then revved the engine and took off into the darkness, palms slick against the bike's handlebars as the potential, and inevitable repercussions of her decision sank in.
Fuck, Sinister Kitty squared her shoulders against the wind, repeating those words until they became a deafening battle cry in her head.
