[ It's not exactly that John has all the experience in the world when it comes to piloting anything. But he's an ex-Marine, and helping out is in the very fabric of everything he works at. Which is why he's here, sweat running down his spine as he sits up on the muddy ground, looking up, slightly dazed.

There's no blood on him, no sign of trauma, just the smoking carcass of the mech next to him. The fight's been a shit show - the mech malfunctioning, John and his partner too new at piloting it, the whole thing not organic enough. In hindsight, he would have done better on the ground, with his powers.

He rolls further away from the mech, before standing, muscles aching from the impact. The mech is ruined, torn apart by behemoths, and his stomach sinks at the sight, and - his partner's not bulletproof. Not like he is. He picks up speed, moving around the mech, skidding to his knees next to his partner. ]

Hey, hey, are you okay?

[ He knows it's a dream. That's the one thing he is sure of, right now, as he looks around him and sees the dusty floors and concrete walls of the Mutant Underground headquarters around him. He doesn't relax, though - it might be the closest thing he has to a home, right now, but it also is different. He knows the ins and outs of the bank they've been using as a base like the back of his hand, and... last he checked, there was no wall here before. Before, this was the vault. Where is it gone? ]

Something is wrong, here. We need to leave.

[ His voice leaves no room for argument. Until now, he thought he was alone, but it's now suddenly obvious to him that he isn't, and he's not going to be leaving anyone behind. He strides forward, puts his fingers to the wall and focuses his powers - no one else around, but the layout he knows so well is jumbled, confused. He opens his eyes with a frown. This is a maze.

He couldn't dream about Aruba, or something? ]

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