Hot July sun was pouring from the bright sky reflecting in yellow surface of the Bayville School District bus as it braved across a solitary, soil road of the Adirondack Mountains. Sixteen students were spread around the steamy interior, some of them chatting nervously about the Iron Back Survival Camp they were headed for.

"I don't get why my parents made me do this" one of the boys said to two other students seated behind him. "I was hoping to chill out."

"Maybe you shouldn't have gotten in trouble with Ms Darkholme right before summer holiday" his friend suggested.

"Come on, guys, don't be wussies" girl sitting beside the second boy rolled her eyes. "Man up and live up to the challenge!"

"I have nothing to prove. I'd rather have a regular vacation" the first boy muttered.

Another group was separated from the three by a couple consumed with a conversation; these four boys who took the front rows looked uninterested to say the least. A lanky teen with unhealthy complexion was throwing a crumpled piece of paper above his head as he lay back sprawled over two seats.

"This is going to be my worst summer yet" muttered his shabby looking fellow as he watched the paper ball fly with absent-minded annoyance.

"Look at the bright side" said a boy who, on the contrary to the other two, looked like he'd spent a lot of time to perfectly gel his pure white hair back. "We can kick some X-Ass" he said quickly, his eyes narrowing towards the end of the bus where a group of six teenagers huddled together.

An abnormally large boy with a blond mohawk laughed merrily at the perspective and cracked his sausage-sized fingers. "Yeah!"

"I was even thinking we could use the situation to our advantage" the white-haired boy continued, speaking quickly but allowing his eyes to wander off towards the two girls seating between them and the other group. "Drag them into the forest in a middle of the night or something. Beat them up. Hm?"

Another eager chuckle came from the big boy behind him, but he didn't spare him a moments attention.

"Whatever" muttered the lanky boy still throwing a ball. His voice was either too low to be heard, or his fellows didn't care to spare him a glance either.

The brown haired boy scoffed, but the corner of his lips turned in a dark smirk as he also looked above the seats at the back. "They'll suffer more if we just humiliate them in front of the other camp goes" he briefly nodded towards the people occupying the mid-section of the vehicle. "Beat them every step of the way throughout the camp. Just look at them. Not being taken seriously is what will get them."

He felt that his eyes met with whatever colored eyes were hiding behind the ruby sunglasses of a tall boy in the other group. He and his friends seemed uncharacteristically serious, they'd speak to one another in low voices and anxiously exchange glances. Lance thought that perhaps they realize that with his Brotherhood attending the same summer camp, they are going to have a less than pleasant time.

However he was indeed confused when their supposed leader, the tall guy in sunglasses, got up and confidently walked to the front of the vehicle, closely watched by his friends. Lance wasn't completely sure, but quite convinced that he was given a dignified glare just before the boy addressed their bus driver.

"Sir, could you please pull over?" he sounded polite, however there was a certain tone to his voice that wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

Lance arched his brow in a very similar manner to the expression on the driver's face.

"Did something happen, Mr Summers?" the man asked switching his gaze between the student and the front window.

"No, everything's fine. We just need to get off the bus" he slightly turned towards his friends at the end of the vehicle, some of which started to get up and apparently, get ready to leave.

The man seemed as confused as anyone. "Why?"

"We're not going to the camp."

"But we're almost there!" the driver gestured with confusion towards the road.

"I am well aware of that, sir" said the tall boy. "If you pull over I can show you a note from Professor Xavier that confirms we're allowed to be left behind at whatever point on the way we ask."

Utterly confused, just as the Brotherhood and other students that tuned in to listen, the driver exhaled and pulled up on the side of the road, though given the location he could very well have stopped in the middle of it. When the vehicle stopped he slightly turned in his seat and held his hand out to the student, who placed a folded piece of paper in it.

The man read through what was written inside with growing frustration. Then he looked up to see the other six students who were listed in the note already waiting behind Scott Summer's back, lined in the narrow aisle with their backpacks already over their shoulders, all watching him expectantly.

"Is someone picking you up at least?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why would you want to drive all the way up here and then just be left on the road?" he asked with underlying exasperation.

"We have our reasons" said Summers.

"Yo, you scared of us or somethin'?" Todd sat up asking the exact question his friends would have asked if they hadn't been so stunned with confusion.

The students waiting to leave seemed unimpressed with his taunting though, and their eyes quickly returned to the driver.

The man exhaled and rubbed his eye sockets. "...Fine" he whispered in a tired voice and remotely opened the front door for them. "Go. Just don't wander off while you wait for whoever's picking you up. It's easy to get lost, we're miles and miles away from civilization."

Other camp goers whispered in confusion as they and the Brotherhood boys all watched the group get off the bus with serious expressions on their faces. Another few moments later they watched them disappear in the distance as the bus drove on without them.

Lance shifted his eyes away from the disappearing teenagers and looked at his equally confused teammates. "What the fuck was that about?"

Episode 9.0: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST

+A week prior+

"Hi!" Kurt suddenly appeared in the living room with a bright smile on his face.

"Hi" Fallen's response was a bit less cheerful as she lifted her eyes from a book she was reading and proceeded to fit another spoon of ice cream into her mouth.

"It's been a while, ja?" the boy swayed side to side, clearly trying to insist he wants her time and attention right now.

The girl looked up again, a smirk on her lips. "Yeah, so long forgot who you are. What was your name again? Carol? Curtis?"

The boy's smile brightened even more with amusement. "Kurt Wagner, always at your service" he bowed nonchalantly.

"Right" she had more ice cream. "A difficult name to remember after a whole- what was it, twenty minutes?- of not seeing you, sir."

The boy straightened up again and arched his brow slightly. "Point taken, I'm in your face today. BUT" he lifted his finger as if to make a point, but then a look of defeat came onto his face and he slumped down on the sofa beside her, basically melting down against her. "I'm dyyyying" he groaned. "I'm too hot."

"I can see that, handsome" she smirked.

Wagner scoffed. "Seriously, let's go for a swim in the pool" he muttered agonaly against her arm.

"What about other guys? Did you ask them?"

"They're all 'busy'" he marked quotations marks in this air as if baffled by the fact that someone could be busy during summer vacation. "Or gone somewhere. Will you go? Pleeeese?" he looked up with puppy eyes.

"Alright" Harris agreed softly which earned her a bright, satisfied grin from Wagner. "Just let me finish this chapter."

With a brief nod, the boy rested comfortably against her. She placed the bowl of ice cream in her lap and wrapped her arm around his shoulders to place the cold palm on his forehead. The boy sighed with delight at the coolness.

"Have some of my ice-cream if you want" she smirked softly before returning to the lecture whereas the boy helped himself to her dessert.

For another minute they remained silent as she read and he waited, eating and absently watching the pages of her book. That was when Kitty marched in so quickly they barely had time to react before she practically threw a booklet at them.

"Professor says it's going to be a part of our training so it's, like, mandatory to go!" she exclaimed throwing her hands up in frustration. "I don't mind the usual trainings but staying in the woods for a week is totally next level!"

The pair looked down from the exasperated brunette to the thin folder she shoved in their hands. The front page read in big lettering; Iron Back Survival Camp.

"I remember we chose this camp over going to one with Wolverine" Kurt said. "But since he's gone at the moment I suppose we don't even get to chose."

"What?... Oh! Right, you'd have been there already!" Kitty stopped in her tracks and then jumped onto the sofa beside him, tugging the boy's arms urgently. "Is it as bad as they say?!" she seemed eager to have whatever horrid image she had in mind be scattered.

"I don't know, Katzchen, what do they say?" Wagner asked with a confused smile.

"Terrible things! Like, that the sergeant who runs it makes you do five laps around a huge lake every time you come last in an exercise, and you're totally likely to get attacked by, like, wild animals and- and there's no bathroom or anything so you-!... you need to go in the bushes" she whispered the last part with absolute fear in her wide, blue eyes.

Fallen couldn't help but smirk at the panicked girl. "That sounds more like the type of camp Mr Logan would make."

"Yeeeah" Wagner looked from Harris to Pryde and smiled. "Iron Back isn't half this drastic, don't worry. Whoever said these things probably just wanted to scare you."

"It was Lance" the brunette admitted.

Wagner's brows shifted in a grimace. "He's not very trustworthy, is he."

"He's just, like, trying to mess with me" Kitty shifted her eyes away and made a small shrug. "He's just the type."

"He's not a good type, Katzchen" the boy insisted. "Don't let him grow on you, you deserve better."

"Pfft, I would never think about him like that!" Pryde rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed pink.

"Do try" the boy sighed, with slight resignation.

"Now, Kurt, you can't have all the ladies to yourself" Jean smiled mischievously at the three as she walked into the living room with a few colorful papers in her hands. "I was just headed to give you two those and tell you about the camp, but I see Kitty already let you in on the Professor's idea" she said as she handed Fallen and Kurt the exact same little booklets that Kitty already shoved at them moments ago.

"You mean torture" Kitty corrected her, her cheeks still colored.

"Come on, it will be fun if you just let yourself enjoy it" the redhead assured.

"What if I need to spoil your fun before it begins?" Fallen asked, giving up on finishing the chapter in her book. She just marked it and put it aside on the coffee table.

"What do you mean?" Jean asked with slightly concerned expression.

"Well" Harris looked to Kurt, who gave her a small nod of approval. "While you're- I mean… While we are away at the camp, Mystique's going to use it as her opening to raid the Institute. She wants to lay her hands on the Cerebro, if I recall correctly?"

Wagner sighed and sunk a little lower on the couch. "Ja, now that you mention it, I don't think we should go to the camp at all. Shame, I was kind of looking forward to it already" he grimaced.

"Are you nuts?" Kitty arched her brow.

"That's disappointing…" Jean's shoulders slumped. "We should talk to the Professor and cancel the plans so we're here when she comes."

"She won't come if you- we do that" Fallen shook her head. "See, I think she only chose this moment because she knew the Institute will be left mostly unattended. Thing is, she'd execute the same method to strike another time, but unlike then, now we know exactly what and when to expect it."

"What are you suggesting?" Jean asked.

"That we need to disarm her plan before it's set into motion. I need to talk to the Professor" Fallen got up so quickly Kurt didn't even manage to grab her wrist and his hand just groped on the empty air.

"But- you were supposed to go to the pool with me!" he protested.

"And I will... just later" she promised, returned to give him an apologetic peck on the lips and rushed out, to the main hall.

Wagner looked at the other two girls as if asking if they can believe this betrayal. Jean shrugged at him with a half-hearted smile. Pryde was just absorbed with thinking about whether it's okay to be happy about Mystique's raid if it saves her from the camp. She only snapped out of this wondering when Kurt nudged her with a fake cough.

"Ek-hem… SO, Katzchen. Are you doing anything for the next hour or so?"

Kitty's absent eyes regained focus as she arched her brows at the blue boy. "I'm not, like, going to swim with you if that's what you're asking. You go batshit crazy around pools and I'd just like to tan in quiet."

Saying that, she waved her hands defensively and got up, moving towards the exit, unimpressed with Kurt's theatrically offended and hurt expression.

As she left, he turned to Jean. "You say I try to get all the ladies to myself, but look at how they just downright rejected me."

Grey shook her head with the slightest amusement. "Come on, let's follow Fallen to the Professor's. I'm sure that as soon as we know the new plan she'll go with you."

xXx

"The Stokes County Facility already has the maximum security in place. I sure can and will proceed to give them a warning call, however if Mystique wants to use Cain against us, I don't think anything we do or say can prevent her from doing so" Professor Xavier said with his gaze absently hovering above his connected fingers.

"She'll just do it another time if we stay home instead of going to the Iron Back camp" Fallen said, lightly biting on the nail of her thumb in thought. "I think we should let her do it when we know to expect it. Break him out and come here, I mean."

Xavier's brown eyes regained focus and shifted to the girl, as if asking her to further explain this line of thought.

"I'm ready to bet she'll do it sooner or later anyway, so why not let her do it when we can prepare?"

"From the sound of it, it will teach her not to try persuading him again..." the man trailed off in thought. "But as you said, she won't do it now if you stay, and if you leave, we can't get any more prepared than we were before. The damage to the Institute will be not unlike in the timeline you already know."

The girl's eyes snapped rapidly up. "How about we trick her into thinking we went to the camp so she puts the plan into motion, and then we secretly come back to deal with the Juggernaut in a more controlled environment?"

The man's brows shifted with interest. "How would you want to do that?"

"Hm. There's no way there's phone service in the mountains where the camp is. Not with today's technology. So if we just get on the bus to the camp and go far enough, the Brotherhood won't be able to let her know if we bail, and she'll have seen us leave with the other campers, so she'll be sure we're away. Then you or Ms Monroe could pick us up with Black-Bird and we'd be back in no time."

"That could work" the man smiled, glad to see the initiative from the one student that caused him most concern until not so long ago. "However the question is, if Mystique's to learn anything about not working alongside Cain, how far along do we need to let her execute her plan."

"That could be a problem" Fallen whispered to herself before addressing the man clearly; "I don't think the message will sink in before he destroys what she came here for, that being the Cerebro technology. I don't know how we can pull this off without risking she'd decide to try using Juggernaut again if-"

She trailed off when someone knocked on the office door; Kurt and Jean both peeked inside. "Can we come in?" Jean asked.

"Yes. Of course" Charles gestured for them to settle down on the sofa with Fallen, or the armchairs beside it.

"Did you come up with a plan for the raid?" Kurt asked curiously looking between his girlfriend and mentor.

"We were just discussing that" the man tipped his head before addressing Harris again; "My brother would destroy the Cerebro technology?" the man asked with a slight, asymmetrical frown of confusion.

"Ja, he'd squash the helmet" Wagner responded before Harris fully opened her mouth.

"Is this all?" the man looked between them.

"Yes, as far as Cerebro goes. Right?" Fallen looked to Kurt, who would obviously be more informed than her. The boy nodded. "He'd destroy a lot of the building in general though."

"The helmet is just the means in which a brain is connecting to the Cerebro. The actual technology lays within the chamber, and as far as I understand, the chamber hasn't been touched?"

"No, he never even ventured towards the Cerebro chamber and Mystique didn't seem to be aware of its existence at that point" Wagner shook his head.

"The helmet itself is a technology I can replace anytime."

Fallen sat straighter. "But as far as Mystique knows, the helmet is all there is! We can trick her into thinking we don't have it anymore if she destroys it!"

Xavier's eyes closed as he inhaled heavily. "It would have worked in a different scenario. But I'm afraid that this time, she knows about the chamber from one of her Brotherhood boys."

"How would any of them know about it?" Jean asked.

"I showed it to Todd Tolensky."

"What?" Fallen arched her brow. "When?"

"Shortly after your arrival. He came here."

"And I wasn't here to start a fight with" Kurt gasped turning to Fallen. "So his visit turned out differently!"

"Yes, it would appear so" Xavier sighed gently. "And now Mystique knows about the chamber, so destroying or obtaining the helmet won't be satisfactory for her. She'll want to lay her hands on the real thing."

A moment of silence followed those words as everyone stared at the man, baffled.

"We'll need to mobilize everyone to protect Cerebro. She can neither obtain nor worse - destroy it."

xXx

The lessons would be learned by the shapeshifting wannabe Cerebro owner, now came the time to figure out how to limit the damage done to their mansion. Kurt recounted what the Professor assumed to be hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of repairs and even more loss in technology and antiques. Money he had, but could spend better than invest in repairing walls and paying off for secrecy of those who'd undertake restoring the deeper layers of the undergrounds. Also, now they had the actual Cerebro chamber to worry about.

"It was probably for the best that Mystique thought Cerebro has been destroyed" Scott said during the dinner, after everyone - but the absent Wolverine - were informed about the upcoming situation. "Professor, you shouldn't have shown the chamber to Tolensky."

"It was before we decided to learn and act on the original turn of events" the man responded. "At the time it wasn't even brought to my attention that the boy is working with her."

"You're a telepath, shouldn't you have read it in his mind?" Evan asked poking his temple.

"I try to avoid using it on anyone without permission."

"What's done is done" Scott stated. "Now let's figure out how to deal with Mystique. What mutant did you say she would use?"

"Juggernaut" Kurt responded when Summers turned to him for answers.

"And who is this Juggernaut?"

"He happens to be my stepbrother, Scott" Xavier said, yet again bringing all attention to his end of the table. "And he's currently in the Stokes County Maximum Security Facility, in an underground chamber, submerged in liquid and kept unconscious. That's the only way to contain him safely, because no bars or walls could stand in his way. His strength is incomparable to any known human or mutant alike, and his body is basically indestructible."

"If he's so strong, how are we supposed to stop him?" Kitty shivered nervously.

"He does have his weak spot, and it lays within his mind, rather than his body. All I need is for his helmet to be off, and preferably - access to Cerebro."

"The helmet" Fallen said suddenly, only then lifting her eyes from her food. "It's kept in the same facility as he is, isn't it?"

"It is indeed" Xavier tipped his head, already getting what she's trying to say, but letting the girl finish her thought alone.

"It's rather reckless, isn't it. Maybe we can't stop Mystique from breaking him out, but would it be far fetched to assume that you have enough influence to pull a few strings and have the helmet removed from the facility?"

"That could certainly be done."

xXx

"Honestly, half the time I'm totally confused as to what you're, like, even talking about" Pryde shook her head as she worked alongside Fallen on their dishwashing duty. "What is this- helmet or whatever, and how having it gone is going to help us?"

"It's made out of some solid metal, iron I think, and it prevents telepaths from reading his mind. Kind of like a shield for your brain" Fallen put away another dried plate into the right cupboard.

"So if he doesn't have it on Professor Xavier can take him down just like that?" the other brunette arched her brow.

Harris shrugged, taking another dripping plate from her. "I guess so."

"That's so cool" Pryde nodded her approval and for a moment just absently continued with her task, before finally speaking up again. "At least now we don't have to go to that, like, camp or whatever."

"I'd like to go" Fallen shrugged again.

"Why?" Pryde turned her gaze to her. "That's suicidal."

"No, it's not" the other girl smirked. "Look, I fully appreciate the fancy mansion and all, but it's not really my thing. I'd like to break out and spend some time in the wild for a change."

It's been nearing to the first anniversary of her living at the Institute and in this dimension all in all. At one hand the time seemed to have flown by in a moment, on the other living elsewhere felt like it was in a different lifetime. And maybe in a way it really was.

"Just another, like, thing you and Kurt have in common, hm?" Kitty asked. "Liking the wild."

"Yeah" Fallen chuckled slightly. "I suppose we both need to get away from everyone every once in a while. We actually met due to wandering off like that. Though at that particular time it was rather a lifestyle born of necessity, rather than mood. In both our cases."

"Yeah, I know" Kitty said casually. "Kurt totally told me all about it."

Fallen looked at her with the slightest surprise before smiling softly. "You two seem to get along really well by now."

Pryde's eyes widened as she looked at her with silent horror. "Are you jealous? Oh please, like, don't? Kurt told me that you, like, wouldn't, and I- It's not like I would ever, like, want to get between you two."

Harris snorted low with amusement. "Easy, I'm not jealous. I'm glad you became such good friends despite the rough start."

Pryde's shoulders relaxed as she inhaled deeply. "Geez, you had me scared for a moment!"

Fallen just smiled and opened her mouth to respond, but before she made any sound Scott peered into the kitchen; "Hurry up, you two, the training starts in ten."

And as soon as he appeared, he was gone. Kitty sighed. "And I thought he'd cut us some slack so we can prepare for the day after tomorrow."

"Don't you know Scott?" Fallen smirked. "He'll push us harder so we utilize that time instead. Come on, we don't wanna be late" she wiggled her fingers so that Pryde hurried up handing her the last plate to dry and put away.

xXx

Forge regarded his younger friends after dropping them off at the Bayville High parking lot on the day of the camp. Their backpacks were remotely full and they were dressed in their comfiest clothes to keep up the appearances that they actually planned to remain in the wild.

"Remember the plan, because we won't have much time to go over it again, and keep your back routes and priorities in mind in case everything goes sideways anyway."

"Yes, teach" Kurt said, which earned him a smack on the back of his head from the young man.

"I swear, you call me that one more time and I'll drop a virus of the century on all your devices" he warned.

"All my devices are back in Germany, so you need to work on your threats, mein Freund."

Silvercloud glared at him trying to come up with a comeback, but that was forgotten when Scott fake-coughed.

"Right" the man snapped his eyes back to the group at large. "Just stay aware of where the action's at at what's your quickest route to get there. Maybe we can avoid it spiraling out of control" he seemed a little uncertain and clearly didn't think himself suited to give this prep talk, so he ended up just awkwardly giving everyone thumbs up.

"Yo! Look who's comin' alon'!" they heard an unnecessarily loud voice and looked back to see the Brotherhood move along the parking lot towards the yellow school bus, their own camping backpacks over their shoulders. "X-Losers!"

Todd and Fred roared with laughter whereas Lance and Pietro just smirked viciously as they walked past them.

"...Right" Forge repeated. "And maybe try not discuss any of it with them around."

"I think we've got it, Forge" Jean assured with a soft smirk. "Thank you."

After a moment the man nodded, bid them goodbye and hopped back in the driver's seat of the black action car. Scott jerked his head at the other six and they all headed to join the teeangers already clustered in front of the yellow school bus.

xXx

Mystique's chiseled face was pulled in a tight, cold expression as she strutted behind the larger than life mutant.

She left for the Stokes Facility as soon as Xavier's kids got on the bus, leaving the man alone with barely two other instructors, one of which she heard was hardly a threat. Wolverine's absence played perfectly into her plan and she was filled with cold satisfaction since she learned that the teen crew was headed off to the butt camp at the same time.

Sneaking into the facility itself was no more exhausting than a walk in a park - all she needed to do was take down a few overpaid, undertrained guards and wear one's face for the retina scanners that opened doors leading to this big boy.

But Juggernaut wasn't big, oh no, he was enormous. Standing at almost 9'5'' he could fit an already really tall man under his armpit, and his shoulders were double the width of most men's shoulders as well. If that wasn't enough he wore a sturdy, rust-colored suit with iron elements to additionally strengthen and guard his enormous, inhumanly muscled arms, chest and legs. Iron platform of his boots gave him an extra height boost so that he was a true mountain of a man.

His heavy steps reverberated even through the solid asphalt as he unceremoniously walked the road without the slightest concern about the cars that rushed past him, switching lanes to avoid collision and obnoxiously horning at him. When they'd felt too brave about telling him exactly how they don't want him walking the road, he'd just show them exactly how much he doesn't care. A few already laid shoved into the trees on the roadside or were swept onto their sides and roofs. He'd left quite some terror in his wake.

But neither he seemed to care, nor did Mystique who strolled casually behind him. Her arms were crossed across her chest, expression on her blue face almost bored if not for the annoyed arch of her brow as she gazed up the incredibly broad back to the small head sitting on top of Juggernaut's bulging neck.

She shouldn't be able to see it, as it should be safely hidden underneath the bowl-shaped helmet that was supposed to make sure the Juggernaut would really be unstoppable, but it somehow ended up being removed from the facility. Right now she came up with a smaller, and definitely thinner, makeshift helmet that the giant shaped roughly out of a piece of the facility's wall with his bare hands.

Whether it was enough to keep his telepath stepbrother out of his head, they'd have yet to see. But it was sure going to make it more difficult as most, if not all metals were known to prevent such invasions. Still, the fact that such an important element of her plan failed was annoying, but not discouraging, so she flew the Juggernaut from North Carolina to New York and directed him towards the mansion.

As primal as the man could be in his muscle-over-matter approach, he agreed to follow along because he sought revenge on his brother for putting him in the prison facility in the first place. He didn't, however, seem very interested in whatever else she had to say, and when she laid out the objective to him he either just grunted or ignored her all together.

Needless to say, she didn't like to be ignored, but she let this one slide. For now. She needed the giant to muscle his way into the Institute and past whatever defenses were put in place to protect the Cerebro.

Cerebro, The Brain. That technology was priceless, as with it she would have the access to the widest database of human and mutant alike. Not only she would know where and what mutants are there that she could recruit, but she'd also get all available information on anyone. The fact that she could wear any of the faces in the database would be just another little treat, just for the shapeshifter.

All she needed was the device and a telepath to plug into it. She'd worry about the later when the time comes, but it didn't sound difficult. If there were already two telepaths living under the same roof at the Institute, she could imagine there must be plenty more wandering the world without alliance. She'd just have them pledge it to her, be it by asking nicely or putting a gun to their head.

Cars stopped coming towards them, and moments later a chopper could be heard before it could be seen; soon it rose above horizon at the end of the road and cut through the air in their direction. As soon as it was the hearing rage, enhanced voice projected from it informing that they are to stop and surrender to arrest. She rolled her yellow eyes. What useless hustle. Juggernaut didn't seem any more impressed with the order than she was, he kept walking, and the pilots kept issuing warnings.

Five police cars blocked the road, and she could only smile at the thought of how doomed and small the cops must feel as they watched Juggernaut approach without hesitation. Or maybe they weren't yet aware of the amount of cars - just like their own, or bigger - that he'd already flipped upside down just because they dared to honk. Either way, soon they would know what they're up against.

When they came close enough that she could see their terror stricken faces she knew they already realized it would have been better to stay in bed today. Poor little men probably never questioned their choice of career as much as they did when Juggernaut's enormous palms picked up the nearest car like it was a plaything.

Vicious smirk played on her red-painted lips. Nothing could stand in her way.

A/N: I decided to split the episode into two smaller parts and an extra after all, so... To be continued in the next one!