Cyclops eyed the feed Ryder had just engaged as he -and Beast, likewise- initiated the landing sequence - the urgency was understood without words; all on the same wavelength.

While they were coming down and disembarking, Cyclops spoke: [color=#0096FF]"Ryder, listen. Back with the sentinels you could've left me, but you didn't. That's how the X-Men are -we may not see eye-to-eye but we're a team, and you're part of that now. When we leave here, I'd like it be with at least as many of us alive as who came. And in case it needs to be said, that includes you; no matter what goes down from this point."[/color]

If there was one thing Ryder was, it was anything [i]but[/i] stupid. The existence of a contingency "handle Ryder" plan likely wasn't lost on her, should they hit the worst case scenario of her reaching --being pushed to-- some level beyond carnage. But it still wouldn't be a matter of her life and death where the X-Men were concerned. At least not by any intent.

Presently they were striding into the facility when-
[color=#DAA06D][i]'Scott. Get to the nearest communications room. Have Storm supply the power. We need to get a message out.'[/i][/color]

Though the telepathic communication was directed towards Cyclops, Ryder and the rest of the X-Men were able to hear it as well.

It left Cyclops especially curious, though he obeyed without debate - even as Jean added: [color=#DAA06D][i]'I'll need to speak through you.'[/i][/color] 

Through use of night vision specs -a visor setting in Cyclops' case- the X-Men could navigate through the now void-like darkness of the facility.
Ryder knew the place like the back of her hand and the floorplan had also been studied - in short, they came to the ground floor communications room directly.

On the way they encountered only two personnel -- knocked out by a couple of optic blasts before they could realize if the sound of approach was from friend or for.

[color=#0096FF]"Wolverine, Beast, sentry positions please."[/color] The two named X-Men stationed themselves outside the room facing opposite ends of the hall, while Storm sent a controlled shot of electricity into the control panel.

[color=#0096FF][i]'Go ahead, Jean.'[/i][/color] Cyclops gave his consent, and over the facility's comms his voice spoke Jean's words: 
[color=#A95C68]"To all Umbra personnel, this is a message from the X-Men. . .When you were at Graymalkin, you experienced pain and brutality, though only in your minds. It's [b][i]all[/i][/b] in your heads -the threat you take us mutants for, the danger we represent, all only as real as you make it. For some of you that mentality may run deep. For others, it was put inside your minds in a far older, far more human way. We've come for the person who's cultivating it. You can resist, or stand down; it's not too late to think differently. . .and make a new reality."[/color]

Once Jean let go of her control of him, Scott had a thought for her. Like hers previously, it could be heard across the X-Men's private channel: [color=#0096FF][i]'Now stay careful with your connections - keep your safeguards in place.'[/i][/color] 

He knew Jean would be keeping her mind out for any of Umbra who might now open theirs to hers -remove their psi-blocking helmets- in a dealing-with-psychics version of waving a white flag. But anything could happen. And for those who did choose to resist. . .pain could still be felt even if thoughts couldn't be read. 

Jean would feel any loss of life enough the "normal" way on debrief, she didn't need to while it was happening; didn't need to establish more than a passing connection with the agents. 

[color=#0096FF][i]'Jean, that's an order.'[/i][/color]

[color=#DAA06D][i]'Heard, Scott.'[/i][/color] Scott wasn't typically one to coddle her, even over these past several months, so Jean could forgive his unnecessary order -only a passing sharpness detectable in her initial tone of thought; gone by her closing: [color=#DAA06D][i]I'm fixed only on all of you. So you all better stay safe.'[/i][/color]