Lightning in water was weird, Shawn knew that. He tried his best to wash up whenever he was alone, and never took a dip in the lake because he knew how rampant his powers were. As he lurked through the back halls of the bank, probably monitored by security, he presumed, he was ably to faintly hear a crash of some sort up ahead. Now he was regretting bringing his flashy suit. He needed to keep the waterproofing up, since anything more than a sprinkler system would cause some problems for the people around him. And then it started. The indoor rain hit Shawn as the bells in bank began to ring. He groaned as it happened. He really needed to focus on keeping his powers down to a minimum, but that radiation was hitting him in ways that he never felt before. It made him dizzy, nasueous. The only thing he could do was release it faster than the rate that his body was absorbing it, surrounding him in a blue gas of some sort. If he released it any quicker, though, lightning would start. Right now is was just gaseous plasma. He felt a little clearer now, but he had to check his comms. The radiation alone would start effecting radio waves. Shawn's own communicator was custom to work even with his own static and radiative interference, but the added thickness of the building would make it harder for the others. He came to a realization. It might be a little dangerous, but he believed that he could turn himself into a geiger counter. He could feel his body picking up the radiation, so maybe he could use that to zero in on their perp, or at least get a general idea of where they were in the bank. [hr] Emma had found Rosemary by listening to her voice, presumably talked to Booker on the Comms, she wasn't quite sure. It sure did help though to be a telepath. Both she and the woman who was not doing to terribly well were found in the women's restroom. Emma couldn't quite reach Rosemary, though, as the door was barred on the other side. "Rosemary? It's Emma. I'm here to escort the poor woman to safety." It was rather quite convenient that Rosemary was acting as a radiation sponge. Maybe someone else on the team could absorb the radiation from her and dispel it safely? [hr] Sage had been monitoring the Bank from the transport ship ever since they arrived. She had seen the hole that the Nates had made, the woman in the bathroom emptying her insides, Tatiana trying to talk up poor old Sloan. She wasn't particularly surprised when Tatiana had showed up suddenly, naked underneath a trench coat. Her little headpiece kept her connected to the comm channels at all times, and was just loud enough for her to hear both Tatiana and the radio chatter. "That is radiation. As Heidi pointed out, probably caused by a mutant. Right now we have a girl soaking it up like a sponge through adaptation, and a boy who is soaking it up and using himself like a compass to find our man. " She explained it like she did with everything else, crisp, clear, and powerful. "I've seen a few suspicious people, especially one suited man who seems to be lurking about. Emergency services will be here in about a minute to evacuate the last of the people. We'll tell them what's going on, and have the area locked down to apprehend whoever's caused this." Booker was talking back to everyone through the radio, Sage simply listening in and pointed Booker in the right direction. "I don't know how busy the professor is right now, but I'll try and talk to Ms. Grey Hopefully she's still there." He began working on that connection, getting word back to the mansion that they needed Cerebro so help draw out a mutant. [hr] Remy LeBeau was having an interesting day. It had been several months since anyone from the X-mansion had contacted him. The last time Xavier and his buddies had spoken to Remy was when they needed a favor to personally deliver a letter of invitation up in Canada. Why it couldn't just be mailed, he didn't know, but he was paid handsomely for it, and he stopped asking questions there. However, he didn't complete his task to the letter. He simply set the letter on the footstep of the house it was addressed to and rang the doorbell before rushing off. Something strange kept him from opening that door and talking directly to the recipient, but it was obvious that they got the letter. Now he was being paid once again to escort that person from Canada to America in his own, Gambit-y way. It was quite the flight, though. Louisiana to New York, then there to Ontario, Canada. When he arrived in New York, Remy had borrowed a plane from Xavier for the flight into Canada. Nobody was screaming after him to give it back, so he assumed that it was not a large problem at the time. Now, there he was, returning to the house he had been to months before to pick up the young woman who he delivered a letter two months ago. He was at the doorstep, actually. Remy had been standing there for at list five minutes trying to knock on the door. Something felt strange. he could hear an old woman speaking from inside he house. It made him feel odd. Whatever. He cooled his own jets and put on a coy smirk, knocking in the door carefully as he stood in his tall glory about a foot away from the door. As soon as the door opened, Remy turned his nose up and smirked. "Bonny Bonavide." He spoke, his voice as smooth as silk with his French-Cajun accent. "I am here to escort you to the Xavier Institute for Mutants."