There was one thing in the entire universe preventing that old man from getting his head imploded like a damaged submarine, and that was the fact that Ryder noticed a second jet coming down long before Cyclops had. The computer, the systems that told the jet to fly to their last known location, the turbine engines breathing fire in its wake, it was just as easy to find for Ryder as it was for Magneto. 

Genosha might’ve been a mass grave, otherwise.

The X-men… God, that name sounded so fucking [i]stupid[/i] to Ryder, They touched down and expressed their worry. Ryder was surprised a bit surprised that the guy in the wheelchair would come all the way out here, but Xavier wasn’t getting a pat on the back for it. She was just glad she didn’t have to hijack something to get out of here.

[color=00ffff]”We’re done here. If we’re going, then let’s go,”[/color] she said, not so much as a thank-you for their obvious worry. Ryder turned around and leapt [i]dozens[/i] of feet into the air, landing with a loud [i]CLANG[/i] in the cockpit of the jet that Magneto had pilfered. Sounds of metal twisting announced the sight of scrap being flung out, littering the streets of Genosha. When Ryder emerged again, the damaged chest laser she looted was floating behind her. She dropped down with it following her, unbothered by the distance of the fall.

[color=00ffff]”This is what happens when someone pisses me off. We’re done here.”[/color]