the city on the edge of forever

There's about two hours left on the clock, and there are a handful of people milling around the Porta.

Mystique is locked and loaded, but otherwise completely tuned out of the proceedings, entrenched in a mindnumbing solitaire tournament on her comm. She's sitting on the stairs that lead to the upper concourses, sparing a glance at the big clock every now and again to compare it to the one on her screen.

She hears something that makes her look up-- something that sounds almost like garbled radio static from afar-- but then it's gone, and she drags a four of clubs across her screen to the proper pile.

Then, all three doors to the upper concourse burst open.

Raven's on her feet and swerving her aim between the three groups of people-- new people-- hustling down the stairs and-- oh, good-- armed to the teeth.

A quick head count gives her fifteen, but then she hears shouting from behind and sees two men flanking another who's hunched over the computer terminal, and that holds her attention. She trains her aim on them; meanwhile, Rogers is shouting, a few guns have gone off, and to call it chaos is really selling the element of surprise short.

The clock reads 002:05:48.