The professor sat in the office with Logan, Scott, Jean and Storm. The plan for rescuing Callie had been gone over 3 times, it wasn't overly difficult. Scott and Jean were to find Stryker and keep him out of the way, Storm was to provide the back-up whilst Logan was to find Callie and get her out.
The four of them boarded the jet and headed out towards Stryker's current hideout.
Callie sat in the corner of the room, her knees to her chest. Most of her energy had been sapped away by the pain that was periodically coursing through her. Stryker had been in to see her each time and to see how she was reacting to it. Each time he could see her resilience breaking a little more.
"So Callie? Are we ready to help?" Stryker asked after the 4th dose of pain.
"No, I won't help you, no matter what you do to me," Callie replied, her teeth clenched as she prepared for the next dose of pain.
"If you say so," Stryker replied, pressing the button on the remote as he left the room, smiling as he heard her screaming even as he reached the end of the corridor.
"Sir, there's intruders," A man at the computer said as he spotted a few people entering the current compound.
"Is there no place those people can't find me? Send more men to the main gates and place more outside Callie's room, I can't risk losing her to them," Stryker demanded before heading to another set of controls, sealing the main room and the corridor running off of it.
Callie sat up a little as she head the steel shutters going down at one end of the corridor as a couple more guards placed themselves outside her door.
The day she'd spent there had heightened her senses from being in the dark room and the footsteps outside weren't normal ones. Something was happening.
Sensing her way across the room she placed a hand on the door, before placing her ear to the lock.
"… Intruders he said. I suppose they've come for the girl," one guy muttered to another.
"Sounds like we might have a fight on our hands, but what if they do get near her," another said.
"If they get near her, kill her," came Stryker's voice from the end of the corridor.
Callie stood up and rested her head on the door, closing her eyes and sighing.
"What do I do now?" she muttered to herself before feeling her way back across the room and sitting on the bed.
Logan made short work of the steel slider in front of him, bringing it down in seconds as he launched in to the room, Scott and Jean behind him. Storm stood just outside the door, bringing the storm she'd conjured outside, in to the room, filling the control room with a crackling lightening.
They'd quickly fought their way through the unskilled guards that Stryker had employed as protection; most of them were either dead or unconscious.
"Well, Logan, welcome back," Stryker said, turning to him, the remote in his hand, "Just to let you know that if you take one step towards me I send so much pain through that girl she'll be crippled for life."
Logan watched as Stryker turned the dial on the remote, a growl at his lips.
Whilst they were preoccupied Scott moved the dial on his visor and before Stryker knew it the remote in his hand had been blown out of it and Logan was racing towards him.
A few moments later Jean and Scott had been preoccupied by the extra men that appeared from the sides of the room.
"Logan! Find her!" Storm shouted, as the lightning struck various things around the room.
Stryker watched the proceedings before grinning and heading over to the control panel, pressing a single button before slipping out of a side door.
Callie listened to the fighting in the main room, only catching the odd snippet or scream before the pain struck her. It was five times worse than it had ever been, the scream that accompanied it piercing in pitch.
The men outside her door turned and looked at it before two of them were taken down and almost immediately sliced in half.
One of the others, a young man, watched the proceedings before slipping a key out of his pocket and opening the door to Callie's room just as the screaming died down before aiming his gun at the other guy standing there.
Logan stood and turned, surprised by the scene he now looked at.
"Take her, get her out of here," The younger one said to which Logan simply walked past him and in to the room before a gunshot sounded.
Turing, he looked upon the younger man, his gun still aimed at the other who was now on the floor. Callie, cowered in the corner, her breathing ragged after the last lot of pain.
"Callie, look at me," Logan said, going over to the young mutant and tilting her face upwards. Her eyes seemed to lack the spark they normally had, "what did he do to you," he added before helping her up and leading her out of the room.
The two of them soon met up with the other three, the place was now deserted.
"Stryker ran," Scott said as soon as he saw Logan.
"The remote?" Callie asked, quietly.
"Destroyed," Jean replied, taking Callie's other arm and helping, with Logan, to get her out to the jet.
"He'll make another one," Callie muttered, looking at the floor in front of her, most of her concentration going on placing one foot in front of another, stumbling every now and then.
"We'll sort something out," Jean replied simply, patting her arm reassuringly.