[Mystique has seen the blatant betrayal of her Brotherhood, vengeance boiling in her blood. Her blue eyes of Magneto flash their yellow for a split second before softening to Kitty Pryde's gentle brown. The youthful, feminine voice cries out as she comes running up to them.]

Guys! There's still about a hundred more Madroxes over there!

[She points, back towards a clearing in the woods. If she can lure even one of these weak traitors away with her...she smiles at the weight and security of the neutralizing weapon of Forge's John brought as a bargaining chip.]

I need back up. John, Kevin. You two know these guys better than any of us.

[She glances over her shoulder, urgentcy in her voice.]

Please. I need help! I can't handle them all on my own.