Ryder didn’t stop walking. So Wolverine would just have to keep up with her. During the time she had spent here so far, Ryder didn’t see or walk through much of the mansion in [i]person,[/i] but through her powers, she had the layout of the place memorized like the back of her hand. It was as simple as following directions on a map to her. 

Wolverine’s bragging got on her nerves. [i]Really?[/i] He thought he was remotely comparable to her? Him asking about Umbra was a step further than what she was willing to entertain. Ordinarily, she would just go off and do it herself, but these idiots were here, and more likely to get themselves killed than her. Admittedly, Ryder didn’t care that much, yet logically speaking, it was ideal since she planned on taking advantage of their naive generosity. Ryder wasn’t so blinded by anger that she couldn’t understand see a tactical advantage for what it was.

One hallway after another, she went deep into the mansion, until 

She turned and opened the door to a space full of machines used to make things for the X-Men’s use. The Blackbird, their security systems, whatever they needed to be the so-called heroes of the day. Immediately, things from an adjacent storage room began flying towards her, floating around with her psychic powers.

[color=00ffff]”They only care for themselves and their disgusting little project,”[/color] She explained to Logan. A CNC machine whirred to life, as metal plates were tossed into it to cut some strange design out.

[color=00ffff]”They wanted something perfect, something they could use for their fucking [i]goals.”[/i][/color] Heavy capacitors and conductor coils orbited one another, strands of high-gauge wire slinked through transistors, and entire circuit boards were loaded up with microchips from the room’s reserves. Everything slowly melded together like watching a planet form out of cosmic debris.

The metal parts flew across the room, accompanied by bolts and plates of stock glass. [color=00ffff]”They’ve got more than they let on, because they keep secrets from everything. They thought I didn’t know, but I know [i]everything[/i] about them. They wanted a fucking [i]weapon.”[/i][/color]

Drill bits flew towards her, spinning up to an absurd speed and punching holes in the metal shapes with a precision that Ryder hadn’t demonstrated before. Bolts and screws were layered into them with metal brackets. And as if to punctuate her statement, everything slid together as if she were completing a thousand-puzzle in one fell swoop. A chain reaction of components finding a point of rest, all in the shape of a weapon.

A rifle.

[color=00ffff]”So I’m going to show those [i]maggots[/i] what happens when they make a weapon they can’t control.”[/color]