Flux pressed his hips back, eager for her, only to have Terry plant a hand on his chest and shove him back. The mutant inmate's face became instantly a hard mask of defiance.

"I know," he reassured Banner, his voice echoing Han Solo's defiance at the carbonite freeze. "We won't be apart long. They can't keep me here for much longer." He tried a smile to comfort her; it came out as his anti-mundane smirk. Terry hustled Banner along as Mack squeezed his plastic tranq rifle's trigger, burying a three-dart cluster in Flux's chest, just under his right clavicle. Mack shut and locked the door, the sound of it booming in the empty hall.

"Jesus!" Mack swore. "More escape threats. Thought he was done spittin' those."

"Guess he's back on it, now he's earned his visitor's rights. Shame, they'll revoke 'em when they hear about this." Terry's tone suggested he was not at all sympathetic. "C'mon, Ms. Laverick. Let's get you outta here."

Flux lay sprawled on the floor of his cell, breathing hard, and mouthed one word to Banner, "Go", before he was lost to unconciousness.