After her conscious mind had caught up with her actions on the Mansion Grounds, Jean also felt a sense of renewed security in her telepathy. Her worry about doing inadvertent damage by using Cerebro had fallen away, which is how she was presently staying connected to everyone -and working with certain finesse. For the Umbra agents, Jean was operating her telepathy like an airband radio. If they made an attempt to reach her, she would receive the message. If not, nothing. 

Jean was prepared to answer them whether in surrender, ahead of assault, or in [i]repentance[/i] after the fact, if their change of mind came only then. Despite how she'd answered Cyclops, she wasn't about to let someone die in a void if there was any remorse in their souls. 

For the X-Men, both the channel Ryder was a part of, and the strictly X-Men channel operating through Jean & Cyclops' personal highway, it was like being in the same room or just adjacent as others talking: hearing conversation though able to tune it out, more or less, until something was said that was obviously directed towards her--or that immediately tuned her back in.

[color=#0096FF][i]"Dammit."[/i][/color]
It was both said and thought once Ryder started going. 

Though the X-Men, by Cyclops' own unrelenting discipline, trained until they could assess and react to things so efficiently it could all be mistaken for gut feelings, and so confidently they didn't have to think twice, knowing what a second could mean between life and death, there was something that bit next level about Ryder.

The difference between being so attuned to the rhythms of a video game you could play it blindfolded, 
and having A.I. execute the perfect run.

It bothered Cyclops to see this in action, for what it could mean and what it meant now; they couldn't have stopped Ryder in the pursuit of any other result. 
But the X-Men's mandate was to save everyone [i]that they could[/i].

The Umbra agents had, unfortunately, made their choice. And it had been an educated one.

Jean's message to them wouldn't have held any meaning had Xavier's work on their memories remained, so he had restored the Mansion event to the Umbra agents' minds ahead of the message going out. They also had to be aware of how the encounter with Ryder had ended last time.

They were beyond saving even before Ryder reacted.

Sometimes there was just no other avenue. Cyclops understood that. Loss of life was never meaningless to him but he could compartmentalize. Still, he couldn't help feeling this wasn't exactly what they'd agreed on.

[color=#0096FF]"I'm [i]taking point[/i]."[/color] He joined Ryder in the elevator, follow by the others. [color=#0096FF]"They'll go down just as effectively."[/color] 'Without it having to be permanent', his tone implied. [color=#0096FF]"Wolverine, take care of the roof. Storm, wind tunnel."[/color] 

While Wolverine clawed the roof away, Storm started up--soon making it so everyone was suspended some ways above the elevator floor. 

With no guarantee they were all lacking in the NVG department, this was so if Umbra agents were positioned right at the exit point on the level they were descending to, waiting for the precise moment they saw any body part of their intruders, they'd be waiting a little longer.
Granting Cyclops that gap of time to adjust his aim and execute--

--agents were there-- 

[color=red][i][b][h3]ZARK!!!![/h3][/b][/i][/color]

--trick shots took care of their guns before underlining the [i]concussive[/i] quality of Cyclops' blast.

The agents were down, though still breathing.

Storm had lessened her winds so everyone could land.

[color=#4169E1][b]"Allow us to take care of these ahead of our procession."[/b][/color] Beast gathered the agents back into the elevator where Storm reverted the shaft to makeshift wind tunnel. The winds would last for a while, ensuring the agents would remain suspended even once they regained consciousness.

However, [i]ahead of their procession[/i], another voice rang out--through the psychic link Ryder had permitted Xavier.

[color=#7393B3][b][i]You yourself intimated how you are [u]not[/u] a weapon, how you [u]chose[/u] to be your own [u]person[/u] long before now. Do not lose the identity you've so valiantly clung to. Do not revert to the one [u]they[/u] [u]tried[/u] to force upon you.[/i][/b][/color]

Where Ryder was a picture of apathy, Xavier was of firm care; his voice matching hers in determination, though anything but cold.
Not sharing Cyclops' compartmentalization, the pain Xavier felt at the lives taken by his own daughter, and equally at how she was made to feel it necessary, was a feeling [i]behind[/i] the resolve in the eyes of the astral form he projected before her.