X-MEN MAFIA TRANSIT: The Underground Railroad

...and then the front doors slammed shut.

The group fled Toliver’s Hardware in frenzied panic, and Quinn knew that once the sentinel’s turned their attention to their newly exposed prey it would be over quickly. Sabertooth put her down, lifted one of the massive support beams that had once held the roof together, and hurled it at the nearest sentinel. The javelin found its mark, piercing the sentinel’s face, and sending it crashing into what was left of the store.

“This way!” Quinn shouted at the others. “The old subway entrance is just down this street!”

The mutants rallied to her cry, and soon they were barreling down the snow swept roadway-- the remaining sentinels following close behind. All around them the snow burst into powder white clouds as the sentinels fired at them again and again. Quinn looked back, and was surprised to see that the group was actually making ground. She was sure the sentinels could have overtaken them already if they had wanted to, but they hadn’t. Why? Unless... they are herding us.

The realization came moments before they reached the entrance. Sabertooth tore the metal grate from its hinges, and the group fled into the darkness of the subway. Behind them, explosions sealed the entrance with fallen debris, removing all hope of making their way back out the way they had come.

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“Anyone think to bring one of those flashlights?” Quinn asked, as the group sat in paralyzing darkness. No one answered her. “Yeah, neither did we.”

“Oh, wait!” Cache yelped, startling everyone. “I can get some!”

Cache reached into her purse, or more accurately the dimensional pocket she created in her purse, and started to pull out flashlights for everyone. Armed with light, and with no other choice but to go forward, the group began to make their way deeper into the subway.

After passing through a series of broken escalators and turnstiles, they came to an open space filled with the soft glow of electric lights. The group turned off their flashlights and looked around. Advertisements for products no longer marketed lined the walls, and in the far end of the station the ceiling had caved in. There was electricity here though, which meant...

Quinn raced towards the open subway tracks, stopping on the lip of the platform. She picked up a twisted piece of steel pipe that lay at her feet and threw it onto the third rail. Sparks erupted as the pipe touched the surface.

“The rails are powered,” Quinn said. “No train here obviously, but if we head north we might run into one. Maybe it’ll still work.”

For the first time in a long time, the group looked hopeful, and together, they climbed down onto the tracks and headed north in search of a train.