When it initially came to finding Emma, no one was under any illusion that it would be a simple in and out job. Like hell were the CIA going to just let them breeze on through, okay, the first building and the occupants were caught unawares, so they sort of did. But whoever was left standing, and not unconscious and or otherwise indisposed, had naturally put out a distress call of some description.

Now, every building was on high security, which it sort of should've been anyway considering that, sure, one was holding a dangerous mutant, but the others were housing less than pleasing polite people. These obviously were waiting to be further moved. Shut away in thick walled rooms with no windows and only one door. Presumably, Emma would be in much the same. Underground, in the more darker and dingier parts of the building. On surface level it was like the base everyone had stayed in way back when this whole Shaw mission first started. Numerous floors of just plain, boring office like rooms. It wasn't until going below the building that it seemed to bring on a more serious vibe. Even the atmosphere downstairs was heavier, thicker with some sort of anticipation. Suppose the combined energy of antsy prisoners would do that to a place.

It wasn't until the fourth building in that everyone was getting a little fed up. There were double digit buildings to investigate, and by now it was all the same thing. Appear, get shot at, fight, find out she wasn't there and then leave. It was all becoming very repetitive.

No one even suggested possibly leaving her. Unfortunately, Erik could've been right where she was involved. Who only knew what people would end up actually doing with her. The thought wasn't exactly pleasant, and it did help with some drive to hurrying up and finding her. Even if some, more than others, were making it rather clear that they were getting bored.

Valeryia hadn't always been the most tactful when it came to words, even less so with actions. It was the same thing, and she was getting extremely fed up. There were honestly only so many times she could kick someone away, or even stab someone in the hand so they dropped their gun, that she could put up with. Yes, she may have been biased, not really being Emma's number one fan and all, but they could seriously be at this all day without a good end.

No one had seemed to think of the obvious, and when she plainly stated it, once they were all standing in a corridor littered with unconscious guards, all she got was silence and hard looks. She had nudged some poor guy with her boot, he let out a pained noise but otherwise staying knocked out. She felt slightly bad for literally tackling him and hitting him. He didn't see her coming. Azazel might've, sort of, possibly have teleported around before reappearing with her and she pounced, literally. It was good tactics really, send the two quickest to scout and clear a path. Being basic cannon fodder was something Valeryia was opting not to seriously muse over.

So, after all was done and the others appeared to possibly help, or do whatever, she didn't know because she was way too involved in just running about trying to get to anyone who got too close, she had turned and sheathed her knives with a shrug. "You know, with all the mess and noise we're making, it's getting worse with each place we go to. I'm just saying, they're calling each other, what's to stop whoever has Emma to just...moving her? If she's in transit we've got very little chance of finding her." Though a heavily built armoured truck was probably a dead give away. But without being in the general vicinity of where she was, how would they even have a chance of stopping said aforementioned truck?

Needless to say the words and the obviousness which was held within them went down like a lead balloon. No one gave an answer to her words, no response at all. Just mirrored glances, hard looks and disbelief. She couldn't help but inhale sharply, well clearly she was the odd one out thinking differently. Not wanting to be on a receiving end of pack mentality harshness, she shrugged and mumbled quickly, "I'm just saying..." Valeryia trailed off awkwardly and was suddenly grasped onto as the surroundings changed again.

Much like the previous times, it was more or less an instant repeat. Only now, they were becoming severely more trigger happy. It was something which could so easily be bypassed by Erik, who had very little trouble in stopping the bullets from even getting close. Returning them to their owners was even less of a chore really. Already several people were flattened to the floor in varied states as he walked past them, not even giving so much as a cursory glance. Adding insult to the many acquired injuries there, not even registering that those people on the floor in pain, were even there.

It could just be a steady inclination, an upping of firepower because those inside were now getting proper reports of who, and what, were actually attacking them. But there did seem an unusually large amount of gun wielding agents. Not that Erik was one to presume, but he was speculating that this could be because of two things. One, it was to put them down. Two, there was something, or someone here that needed guarding so heavily. He wished to believe it was the latter one and had no trouble whatsoever in walking down the corridor which led to the interrogation rooms. Dealing with what people down here was something that everyone else seemed to spend very little time doing. In the grand scheme of things, people just didn't stand a chance.

The only problem was, with knocking out, or otherwise dealing with them, there was actually no one left to ask for information. It wasn't like there were their names on the doors, whoever is occupying this room was plastered in plain sight for all to see. Opening and shutting doors, as rudimentary as it was, seemed to be the only way around this.

A few doors got opened and hopeful, yet confused faces looked out at Erik. He simply frowned and shut the door even before the person had a chance to register what was going on. No, just no, they weren't here to free whoever was within the random rooms Erik opened. Whatever they did, he was sure they deserved to be in here for. Not to say Emma didn't deserve it, she had done enough that Erik knew of to deserve being shut away, but it just so happened because they needed her, she would get freedom. Was that to say if her skills couldn't benefit him in some way that he'd just leave her? Erik didn't honestly know the answer, probably not. Despite of everything, leaving her to the mercy of the people here really didn't sit well with him.

The corridor which these rooms were in continued to stretch onwards, and only one door remained. Truthfully, it was beginning to feel like this was never going to end, they'd never find her, and they'd never return back to the base. The thought of Emma being put into transit was something that Erik didn't even want to entertain. The thought did appear briefly, only to be gone seconds later. He had no trouble tracking someone down, but really, unlike his earlier tracking of Shaw, would Emma truly be worth it? Surely there were other telepaths around? Charles and Emma could not be the only two.

Gesturing a hand at the door, Erik simply looked in and watched as the blonde seemed to naturally go on the defensive. He had no doubt that she probably gave as much trouble back as the people holding her may have sent in her direction. The sounds of slamming, crashing and the possible fighting was surely all things she could minutely hear from within this little room.

Everyone else by now had caught up, crowded around the door to look in at the woman they had spent the majority of the day trying to find. She hadn't been placed within transit, she hadn't even seemingly got moved from the room she was first placed within. All in all, Emma looked to be in fine form. She didn't seem injured, she shifted and transformed, and placed her hands on her hips and looked to them. She looked mildly surprised at first, only for the surprise to melt away and turn into a rather self assured looking expression. As if she knew and expected that they would come for her. As if, no one could be so assured of that. Considering Erik and Emma's last run in, he honestly would've expected a little more reaction and a little less smug.

"I know we've had our differences." Erik said while there was shifting from the doorway. It had been still and silent for a few minutes, everyone waiting for someone to speak. The silent stare off between the two was a little uncomfortable at best.

"Where's your telepath friend?" Emma tilted her head to the side as she looked Erik up and down and glancing over at the small group. She didn't sound all too curious, or questioning.

"Gone. Left a bit of a gap in my life, if I'm to be honest. I was rather hoping you would fill it. Join us," Erik just watched as Emma seemed to minutely think over the possible pros and cons of this. To be honest, if he were in her position, he wouldn't even think. A chance of freedom and being a part of a team again, as opposed to imprisonment and who knew what else? It wasn't rocket science. The answer to him was clearly obvious, he guessed she was dragging the moment out for some sort of dramatic reason.

She smiled, "Erik, I believe."

As reassuring as it was to know that she actually remembered his name, Erik frowned lightly and narrowed his eyes. "I prefer, Magneto."