CHAPTER 6

INFILTRATE

HOUR 1:

As I approached the Supermax prison, I couldn't help but feel underwhelmed. I expected something more imposing, but I shouldn't complain. After all, beggars can't be choosers. I couldn't help but reminisce about my previous cell under SHIELD control. It was surprisingly spacious, with a TV all to myself and a comfortable queen-sized bed. The lack of overcrowding meant I rarely saw anyone besides Leo and the guard, Leslie. However, here in prison, it's a different story. The prison is packed, and I'm constantly surrounded by people and mutants who eye me hungrily as if I'm fresh meat. It could be a more welcoming environment.

As the guard pushed me from behind, I stumbled into the open cell to the right on the main floor. A hulking figure, reminiscent of Colossus in his prime, loomed against the far wall, observing my every move. Meanwhile, our other cellmate sat on the top bunk, her eyes wide with an almost manic intensity as she swayed her feet. I laid the thin twill blanket on the bottom bunk to my right and noticed the yellow-stained pillow on top. There was no way I was going to rest my head on that disgusting thing.

"That's my bed." The broad woman declared, her voice oozing with confidence.

I rolled my eyes. I've only been here for 2 minutes, and I'm already being targeted. This must be my lucky day.

"Actually," she snatched my pillow and blanket. Frankly, she could have them. They wouldn't help me in the following crucial 47 hours. But I can't let her boss me around. I'm Lyla Creed. I can't have you all thinking I've gone soft since joining the X-Men. "Everything in here belongs to me."

I grabbed hold of her wrist, turning to face her. The weasel-looking woman jumped from the top rack to back up her top. "Listen, Shrek, I know you get your way with Beavis, but I'm different. So, if you'd be so kind as to remove your paws from my things, that would be well appreciated."

She growled, ripping her wrist from my grip, "I don't know who you think you are. But I run this–"

I let out a tired sigh and swiftly jabbed her in the nose. The sound was like music to my ears, and then I landed a punch to her jaw. She blinked for a moment and then collapsed to the floor. I glanced at her briefly and then shifted my gaze to our bunkmate.

I reach my right hand out for her to shake. Afraid, she jumped back, nearly tripping over Shrek. "Lyla."

She glanced down at my hand and took it, "Mani."

I brought her closer and threw my lanky arm around her shoulders, "Mani, you ain' gonna try somethin' stupid and try to fight or shank me, are ya?"

Her wiry and stale hair shook with her head.

"Great, if you cooperate, then you are safe. There's an X-Man, where?"

A shaky pointer finger motioned above us, "She don't like talkin' to nobody. Stays to herself."

Smiling wide, I yank her along, "You won't have a problem introducin' us, will ya?"

She tried digging her slippers into the ground, shaking her head, but I shoved her along. "It'll be alright. I will protect you from the big bad X-Man."

Even though I know she's afraid of me.

Nevertheless, Mani ushered me to the second floor. Mutants crowded us, hungry to get a taste. Mani stayed close, afraid one of them would attack her. If it were the other way around, she and Shrek would enjoy killing the mutants and making them property. What a never-ending circle.

Getting to cell numbered A1 in bold white letters; Mani tapped against the rusted door.

"Go the fuck away."

My eyes widened in disbelief. I never thought I'd see her again. Hell, I thought she was dead.

"Uhh…someone is here to talk to you," Mani stammered. She then looked up at me, asking if her work was done. I pat her on the head like the weasel she is and watch her scurry back down to the human floor. I'm surprised she made it without being gutted like an animal. Or will Shrek do that when she wakes from the slumber I put her in?

"They can also go the fuck away!"

I lean against the ajar door, smiling, "Now, Dom-Dom, is that how you talk to ol' friends?"

Domino sat up straight, her eyes widening in disbelief. Parts of her raven hair were gray, probably from stress, not old age.

Slowly, she walked over to me, disbelief in her eyes. Her hands wanted to touch me, but they stopped midway, afraid she was seeing things and would get disappointed. I smiled and took her wrists the rest of the way.

Tears filled her eyes, a mix of relief and disbelief. She couldn't believe I was alive, real.

"Ly–Lyla?" Domino's voice filled with disbelief.

"In the flesh. You ready to get out of here?"

She backed away. Her hands dropped to her sides, "I can't leave."

I began to protest when she stepped aside for me to enter, "I can't leave without Rachel."

"Rachel?"

"Summers."

Well, fuck. This got complicated.

Emma barged into the office without knocking, letting the door slam behind her. Her hair was perfectly bundled up in a bun, and her intense gaze seemed determined to make a point. She had accused me of keeping a dreadful secret. Thankfully, Logan and I weren't acting like a pair of silly teenagers in the room next door. He had left about an hour ago to spend time with the kids while I caught up on a few days' worth of work.

"We both put effort into rebuilding this school," she began, pausing at my desk with an intense look. "And we're allowed to have our secrets." She wrinkled her nose, clearly unaware of any between Logan and me. "But we promised not to keep things from each other regarding the students and the X-Men." She added, "We said we wouldn't be like Xavier." Her eyes narrowed. "So, what aren't you telling me?"

I blinked.

Damn, Rogue and Gambit must've reached out. I was too busy with Logan and didn't realize who I had sent Emma to meet.

Shit.

Lie right through your teeth, I say to myself.

"I-I didn't know they were alive."

When they came to me a few years ago, I was shocked to see that they were still alive. Xavier had one last mission, but they recently told me about it. Logan returned home, and instead of taking on the responsibility myself, I passed it off to Emma, which was a foolish decision. Nevertheless, we found ourselves in this situation so that we could deal with it.

Not believing me, Emma sat in one of the chairs before my desk. "If you didn't know, then who did you think you sent me to talk to?"

"I received a text a day ago saying there was vital information to be shed, but I was busy with Logan and the kids."

"And you sent me alone?!"

I sighed, "Where are they? They didn't come back with you?"

She rolled her tired eyes. They simmered some, "No."

I had more questions when a soft knock interrupted my train of thought. Kitty phased her head through the door, "Sorry to interrupt, but the kids are back."

Emma rose from her seat and approached my desk, her arms tightly crossed. Meanwhile, Kitty flung the door wide open, carefully observing each student as they shuffled in, one by one. The students formed a solemn line, standing shoulder to shoulder, their heads down, deliberately avoiding eye contact with us.

"Where are the other 3?" Emma's voice didn't rise. She had learned that yelling doesn't scare these kids.

No one said a word.

A wicked grin formed on my lips as I released a loud crack of thunder to explode in the sky outside. Their jaws rattled.

Megan began to vomit out words, "It was all Lyla's idea! She dragged Ruby into going to Milan with her. Ruby, having a slight crush on her, said yes. She told me, I told Rebecca."

Rebecca looked up and sheepishly grinned at me. As she saw that I wasn't amused, her gaze quickly returned to the ground.

Megan continues, "And Rebecca told Rosie and brought her along because she's had a crush on her for like…forever."

"Dude!" Rebecca's eyes widen with horror. A blush crept to her cheeks.

Rosie looked at them with a small smile, "Really?"

'Becca tucked a piece of her hair behind her ears, looking back to the floor, "Yeah, I've been meaning to tell you for some–"

"Can you save your mello dramatic high school musical drama for a later time?" Micha snapped.

I agree.

"Right, where was I?" Megan hummed. Stephanie looked at her, begging for her to stop talking.

She missed the hint, "Oh yeah! Rosie told Mali benign untrusting of her. We all don't really trust her, but you guys decided to make her the leader, so this is all on you."

Rebecca's mouth hung open.

"Micha tagged along because he doesn't trust Lyla. The first night there, we went to Milan's opening night for fashion week. Why? You have to ask Ruby. I was already paranoid and didn't want to know more."

She paused to catch her breath, "the next night, Lyla took us to a house party at the Owl's villa."

I stood and strolled in front of them, "Wait!?"

Megan stood up straight, shaking some.

"You mean to tell me you were at the home of the current Kingpin of New York?"

"Yes," She drawled on, "Anyway, we left in a rush. Mali was covered in blood, and Lyla looked pissed. Though," Megan tilted her head to the ceiling, "idk if it's because of lust or actual anger."

Micha let out a tired sigh.

Rebecca glanced toward Stephanie, "Did she just say IDK?"

"We made it back to the hotel; Lyla confronted Mali for messing up the plan, whatever that was–"

The others glared at her.

Finally getting the hint, she winced in apology. Her eyes darted to the ground.

"You might as well finish," I tell her.

She glanced left and right, hoping someone would save her. But she had already signed up, so they let her dig them a deeper hole. "All I know is they're still in Milan. And Mali nor Ruby can find Lyla."

Lightning flashed, and thunder cracked the sky. Each of them avoided my anger, hoping I'd give them grace. I will not.

"For smart individuals. As a group, you are not the brightest." I ran a hand over my face, feeling a headache throbbing at my temples, "1: You met with the owl! A kingpin!"

"Technically, we didn't," Rosie mentioned.

I glared at her, and she nodded, tightening her lips shut.

"You didn't alert an instructor."

Micha smirked, glancing past my shoulder to look at Emma, "we did."

I ignore him for now. Emma and I will talk about this when the children leave. I need them to know we are on the same page—a united front.

"You could have been serious–"

A phone ringer interrupts me.

All eyes turned to Megan as she swiftly retrieved it from her pocket, offering a sheepish apology. As she moved to end the call, I gestured for her to put it on speaker. "I want to hear what Ruby and the others say for themselves."

Megan silently begged over my shoulder to Emma.

Emma shrugged, agreeing with me.

Taking in a shaky breath, Megan answered, "Hey."

"You land okay?" Ruby asked, the wind outside crackling the call.

"Yeah."

A weary, unfamiliar man said, "Mr. Leland is willing to lend you and Ms. Summers his plane and home. However, you'll have to handle the details on your own."

It sounded like Mali, close to Ruby, thanked the driver.

"You talk to mom yet?"

Megan's eyes flickered over to me and then Emma, silently asking us what to say and do next.

After the long pause, Ruby sighed, "Hi, Storm. Mom."

Releasing a long breath, Megan handed over the phone.

"We know everything; you might as well come home." I urge.

Ruby snorted out a laugh, "I know you don't. Megan can't lie for shit."

"I don't know about that," I flash Megan a smile, "She told us about Mr. Owerly."

Ruby sighed in disappointment.

"Like I said, you should come home. Whatever you are planning is above what you can handle."

"Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do. Lyla has made contact, and we have less than 48 hours to extract her. Though she did ask if you could be a doll (her words) and send in Uriel or Leo."

"Why?" I pry.

"Sorry, I can't tell you Creed's orders. It was good talking to you. If we don't die, see you in a few days."

The line went dead.

I handed Megan her phone back, feeling the urge to scream in frustration. The storm outside echoed my sentiment.

My anger flashed toward Micha. He lazily shrugged, "I'd get Leo and Uriel on the line; it seems urgent."

"Everyone out," I said quietly, not wanting to turn my anger toward Lyla on them. When they didn't move, my eyes narrowed.

Hastily, they shuffled out.

Once the door clicked shut, I turned to face Emma, who gave me a cocky smile.

"You knew? You knew they were in Milan for a private mission and said nothing?"

"And now you know how it feels?" she snapped. But I was not happy when she told me. The three of them are better than the group before us."

She gave me one last glare before leaving the room.

I watched her leave before unleashing lightning, obliterating my new couch and coffee table.

Secrets have always been the downfall of the X-Men.

We hiked to Mr. Leland's home at the top of a mountain, and it was worth it. I admired the soft stone house dusted with fresh snow as I approached. Malakai strolled up the driveway, her duffle bag slung over her shoulder and kindly held the door open for me. I flashed her a grateful smile and stepped inside, completely stunned. Mr. Leland prefers a darker ambiance for his home, but the enormous window overlooking the mountainside injects life into the spacious layout. It complements the plush tan suede couch and the wooden beams stretching across the high ceiling. I could envision the kitchen to my right and the second floor, complete with a library and several rooms.

An elderly and distinguished gentleman strolled over with a welcoming smile. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. "Ms. Winters, it's delightful to see you once more."

Ahh, that's why Mali wasn't impressed with the house; she'd been here before.

"Good afternoon, Joseph."

His kind green eyes turn to study me, "No, Yvonne?"

Malakai removed her shoes and set her bag on the ground. "No, not this time around."

She shoved me forward, saying, "This is my friend Ruby. She's here to help with Lyla."

I wiggle my fingers at him.

His smile didn't falter, "What trouble has Master Creed gotten into now? Did she escape prison?"

Malakai blinked.

I whistle. Creed has impeccable taste in home decor, but none of the artwork impressed me.

"If I remember, you weren't Creed's butler."

He chuckled and picked up our bags, "Goodness no. I have been tending her home while she's been locked up."

In disbelief, "And t-this is her home?"

"I'm sure she had more, but the FBI or SHIELD has not seized this one," he confirmed. Shuffling to the bottom of the stairs beside the kitchen, he looked over his shoulder. "Did you want me to leave your things in your sister's room?"

Her head snapped up to look at him, eyes wide with disbelief and hope. She tried finding the words, "Y-Yvonne has a place here?"

Joseph chuckled softly, "But of course." He approached the second floor, "Yvonne is Lyla's favorite. She's the best part of Lyla if you ask me. She wanted to put in an extra room for you, but you haven't gotten around to admitting your feelings for her."

I whistle and shuffle to the kitchen, hopping on one of the black stools. This is not remotely my business.

Malakai stared forward, studying the outdoors.

"You gonna be alright?" I asked her.

She nods and moves beside me, "Let's go over the map once again before we have to brief Leo and Uriel in the morning."

HOUR 24:

I am afraid to step into Yvonne's room. It could be a memory thing. She'd have Marcus, her ex, smoking on her bed or Lyla over. And I stepped inside, ready to scold her. Father hated unwanted pests (Lyla in the house). Yvonne would yell at me to get out, saying I wasn't welcome in her space. Most of the time, she was sweet regarding her personal space, and Lyla grew irritated and pissed.

But what am I scared of now?

Her ghost is to pop out of nowhere and berate me one last time?

The oast didn't keep me from walking in. well, that past.

I fear falling apart when I walk in, smell her vanilla perfume, and see soft and warm rugs. There is a teddy on the bed and a few pictures of us, if Lyla didn't burn them. This has me thinking: if Lyla loved Yvonne as much as Joseph claimed, why kill her?

Why build all this trust, allow her, Yvonne, Lyla, and Leo's favorite, and why have a room to herself and then kill her?

Ruby retired for the night.

Joseph went home to his wife and granddaughter but said he'd return to make us breakfast in the morning. Thank goodness. I'd be embarrassed if they had to see me cringe in the hall, unable to reach the doorknob and sleep in my sister's bed.

My arm dropped to my side, my head hung, and my toes slipped into the soft carpet. To my right, at the far end of the hall, I figured I'd sleep in the other guest bed.

Popping the door open, the familiar scent of husky wintergreen trees, sweet cologne, and coconut fills my nose. I can't catch a break tonight. In honesty, I thought Creed would sleep on the main level. But here I stand, in her moody room, with windows on all corners instead of a wall and a long black curtain draped over the dark gray cement floor.

She won't know if I slept in here instead of Yvonne's, right?

I decided to move to the bed. Beside the kingsized polstered gray bed was a dark-stained wooden nightstand. Upon, shining under the lamp, a photo of Yvonne's smiling face.

Her platinum blonde hair striking as it brought out the depths of her bright blue eyes.

Like the rest of my siblings, she was a brunette. When she started working for Lyla, she told Yvonne she'd look better with blonde hair. Aiming to please, she dyed it, and she became the best piece of merchandise Lyla owned.

It's bleak to think of it that way, but it's true. Once Yvonne was in, she couldn't get out unless she was dead. And, well, we know how that story ended.

Setting the picture back on the nightstand, I pulled out a drawer and dug for shorts and a T-shirt. I'll have Joseph remove my things from Yvonne's old room tomorrow. He'll ask me why I didn't sleep in there, but I don't think I have the heart to tell him.

HOUR 31:

The following day, I shuffled into the kitchen. I didn't want to admit it, but I slept best since moving to the X-mansion. My roommate tosses and turns a lot, and since I'm a light sleeper, I can hear her constantly.

At the island, Ruby, dressed for the day, sipped on a mug of coffee. When she saw me, she raised a brow with a knowing smile but refrained from speaking, for which I was grateful. Joseph, at the stove, also decided to wait for me to fully wake up and drink my coffee before asking any questions. I silently thanked him and took a seat next to Ruby. The smell of freshly baked blueberries filled the air, swelling my heart. Joseph remembered that they were my favorite.

The doorbell rang, and Ruby opened the map to go over with Uriel and Leo.

Joseph rushed to the front door as the housekeeper said, "Welcome to Creed Manor. May I take your coats?"

"Thank you."

Ruby and I hastened to fold the map more meticulously, our expressions turning ashen as we turned to face our instructors. Kitty Pryde, her hand intertwined with her wife's, emerged into view. She inhaled deeply, a sly grin spreading across her face as she remarked, "Isn't it delightful to wake up to the fragrant aroma of freshly baked blueberry muffins while witnessing the delightful pandemonium of students losing their composure in the morning?"

A stumpy man stepped behind him, smirking, lighting a cigar, "I sure do."

Joseph stepped to him and ripped the cigar from his lips, "Ms. Creed does not like smoking in her home, especially the cheap ones."

Mr. Logan glared at Joseph, ready to cut him open, when Ruby realized neither Uriel nor Leo was coming.

"Hand over the map, ladies. We will take it from here."

Ruby was about to hand it over when I gripped her wrist. "No. I get it you are experienced because you all are X-Men. But we already have a plan, so you can either get on board or return home."

Mr. Logan shoved forward, snarling, "Listen, kid, I just came from spendin' a time with my family to come to drag your bratty ass back to San Fran–"

"Look here, stumpy, you don't scare or intimidate me. We are staying caught up. So, get on board or get out fuckin' way."

Joseph put a tray of muffins in front of us, "Coffee? Muffins?"

HOUR 45:

It will take us three hours to get to the location mentioned in the intel. I sit back and relax, waiting as patiently as I can for the others to arrive. Starting a riot would be convenient to help us escape, but we have extra baggage. Some of the mutants need to stay in prison. They're out of control, and I'm sure they ate Mani last night. Oh well.

Domino shuffled uneasily on the creaky bus, her movements restricted by heavy shackles that extended from her neck to her ankles. The guard, his cold eyes fixed on me, held a gun in his steady hand while his partner secured her to the floor, ensuring she couldn't move much.

"Eyes forward." The guard snarled at me.

I smile at him with a toothy grin but do as he says. "Yes, ma'am."

"What did you call me?" He pointed the gun to my skull, ready to blow it off.

Pressing my forehead to the muzzle, I chuckled, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought with your partner's balls so far up your ass, you were a woman."

Domino bit down on her lower lip, trying to keep from laughing.

The guard stepped back, smiled at me, and even chuckled. "You're funny." with the smile still intact, he took the but of his gun and rammed it into my nose. Blood gushed down my chin onto my lap.

"Next time, shut the fuck up." His partner said as they left off the bus together.

Domino glanced at me, "You alright?"

With a broad smile, I wiggle a data pad in my hand. "Quite. Get some rest. It's going to be a long three-hour drive."

MALI'S POV

47.59.00

Beneath the shade of a majestic tree, hiding our location, I glance at my watch.

In exactly one minute, the convoy carrying Lyla and the mysterious X-Man will pass by, and that's when the mission begins. Hovering a few thousand feet, our instructors await our cue. They're not too pleased with Lyla's last-minute idea. We didn't anticipate their arrival. Mr. Wolverine and Magik debated for ten minutes, arguing that Mrs. Pryde's freefall from a plane onto a moving bus was absurd. Lyla got sarcastic and told them to either figure it out or not to come.

Even though they hated the idea, it was our best bet to move in and out quickly and escape without too much damage.

Step 1: Phase the X-man into Ruby's matte black American muscle Chevy.

Step 2: Lyla must skillfully extract another supposed X-man from the middle armored truck.

Step 3: Mrs. Pryde will deftly follow in Ruby's car, seamlessly phasing in and out as necessary.

Step 4: Drive into the sunset at Lyla's house, allowing her to quickly shower before heading back to San Francisco to prepare for the impending consequences.

Sounds simple, doesn't it, reader? Not in the slightest.

"Is the convoy here yet?" Mr. Wolverine's gruff and impatient voice asked from the walkie-talkie on my dash.

"The first truck is in my sights," Ruby said. "Mrs. Pryde, jump whenever you're ready."

"Are you sure now is the best time?" She shakily asks through the radio.

"If you don't know, then we miss our window and don't do well with improv," Ruby muttered sarcastically.

I slowly gaze toward Ruby's sleek car, feeling nervous anticipation build up as I adjust my seat. "Are you ready?" I mentally communicate with her, knowing that she's not in her organic form. She responds with a smile, a wink, and the unmistakable purr of her engine as she revs it with confidence.

"Of course. This is the most fun we will have until after we graduate."

HOUR 48:

The bus driver quickly glanced through his side view mirrors, his heart racing, when he heard the roar of engines approaching his bus. This road was strictly off-limits to regular traffic, as it transported prisoners from one location to another. Frantically, he reached for his radio to alert the guards, but a plane overhead was jamming the signal. No one wanted a firefight to break out. If Shadowcat could hurry, they might be able to avoid a dangerous confrontation.

Malakai's sleek navy blue Nissan 240 SX smoothly emerged from the darkness, its matte black counterpart, the Chevrolet Chevelle known as "shadow," keeping pace beside it. Accelerating past the white bus, the Nissan moved to the left as the Chevelle remained on the right, both vehicles cutting through the night with purpose.

Domino tried getting up from her seat with the rest of the prisoners, "Are we a go?"

Looking out the window, Malakai flashed her middle finger to Lyla, expressing disdain for her. Lyla laughed and shook her head at Domino, saying, "Let's wait until the rest of our group arrives."

As Shadowcat finally revealed herself, she landed with a near miss a few rows ahead of Lyla. The driver abruptly swerved the bus to alert the other armored vehicles, but they remained oblivious.

"Where are they?" Shadowcat snapped.

Lyla's head moved to the right.

Kitty followed her gaze. She nearly dropped at the sight of her long-time friend, Domino, even though Domino had played on both sides of the fence.

"Dom?" She walked forward, hesitant, thinking she was in a dream.

Domino smiled, "Can we save the heartwarming reunion until after we are out of danger?"

Kitty nodded and grabbed Domino's hold, ready to jump into Ruby's car.

"Rachel?"

Lyla waved a hand, "Safe. promise."

The driver nearly drove the bus off the road, but Lyla stayed seated, and Kitty stayed rooted. "Are we not taking any of them?"

Lyla said, "No, they deserve to be in here."

"Like you?" Kitty snapped back.

Shrugging, she watched them phase into Ruby's back seat.

Malakai and Ruby swiftly maneuvered around the third armor truck as it overturned, their movements perfectly coordinated. Meanwhile, Logan and Magik likely engaged in a spirited skirmish with the guards, ensuring the safety of their fellow X-Man inside.

After Magik teleported them to the new meeting point, the truck staggered down the street, narrowly avoiding a collision with the bus.

"Are we just going to let Lyla stay where she is?" Kitty asked, "I'm not complaining if she stays in jail where she and her crazy bother belong…"

"Knowing Lyla, she has a plan," Ruby mentioned over her shoulder.

Lyla locked eyes with Malakai, her heart pounding as she motioned for her to move behind the bus. The driver caught on to her plan and started swerving, trying to get her to sit back down. But Lyla was determined to move forward. With a swift kick, she shattered the emergency door, saluted the other prisoners, and leaped onto the hood of Malakai's car. With agile movements, she hoisted herself through the driver's side window and took control of the vehicle.

"Ruby," Lyla said through the telepathic phone call, "You copy."

"Read you, Lima Charlie."

"Stay close, no lights."

Ruby did as she was told and, together, successfully, drove off into the 'sunset.'

While waiting for the others to arrive at the warehouse where Wolverine, Magik, and an unconscious Rachel lay, Logan leaned against the metal railing outside, the glowing tip of his cigar punctuating the darkness. He closed his eyes, lost in conversation with his wife on the other end of the phone call. "Yeah, the kids are safe." He puffed out some smoke, "Creed is a wild leader. Different."

"It sounds like an animal I once knew," Ororo hums. Do I sense an interest in the girl?"

He rolled his eyes a bit, "We aren't our parents. But I don't fully trust her, no matter what she did tonight. To prove a point, she was reckless and irresponsible with other people's lives."

"I disagree. The ones who weren't ready to step up and do battle were sent back here." She sighed on the other end, stretching, "So, who was the mystery X-Man?"

Logan flicked a cigar over the balcony, "Domino. She looks to be alright."

"Thank the goddess."

"I wouldn' thank her yet, darlin'. I'd have Hank and Emma prepare the infirmary. Rachel Summers is alive.