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AN: I'm sorry
"No."
"Logan-"
"No."
"But we-"
"No."
Scott was very close to giving up.
"Look, what other choice do we have?" he asked.
"Call the girls." said Logan as if this was clearly the obvious answer.
"We can't, they're in Europe."
"So call them and tell them to come home."
"We can't do that. It would ruin-"
"Well just get someone else!" said Logan angrily, "This is supposed to be our week off as well."
"They're all with Rogue." said Scott running his hands through his hair.
Logan glared at him, "Why me?"
"It's not just you Logan-"
"Yeah, but why me?"
"We drew lots. You won." said Scott trying to stare him down.
"Won?" said Logan sarcastically, "And I don't remember drawing lots."
"Hank and I did it."
"Who else?"
"Well me-"
"You?" Logan said, a slight grin emerging.
"Well, as leader I decided that it would be unfair to subject the other team members to this if I wasn't prepared to do it myself. Stop laughing."
"Sorry," said Logan although clearly he wasn't, "So who else?"
"Remy."
"Really?" said Logan a serious look on his face.
"Yes."
"Have ya told him?"
"Yes."
"How did he take it?"
"He didn't say much. He just nodded and walked away. I think he might just have thought it was a prank at first."
"Poor kid's probably in shock," said Logan looking genuinely sorry for the Cajun, "this is gonna ruin his week."
"Yes, but drawing lots was the only fair way to do this." said Scott.
Logan sighed and stood up from the desk he'd be leaning on, "Well, how are we gonna do this?"
"Does this mean you'll do it?"
"Yeah. Stop smiling."
"Sorry," said Scott but the smile remained, "Hank has come up with a serum that should work. That means we don't have to worry about, unnecessary accessories."
Scott looked very uncomfortable. Logan looked scared.
"Do you mean-?"
"Yes."
"So we'll actually look-"
"Yes."
Logan looked very scared.
"Just physically?" he said after a while.
"Yes." said Scott although he sounded more hopeful than sure.
"And what exactly is it we have to do?"
"Infiltrate. Re-con only. It's important to know what's actually going on in these groups."
"This isn't really a group Scott, it's a camp, a cult maybe by the sounds of things." said Logan with hint of anger coming back into his voice.
"Well whatever it is we have to check it out."
"So what do they do?"
"They help, uh, families who have mutant children."
"I thought that was our area," said Logan.
"Well if you think about it we help the children, not the, families." said Scott logically.
"So you think their brainwashing them?"
"We don't know what they're doing. For all we know they really are helping, people. We just have to be sure."
"So we may not even have to be there for a week then." Said Logan helpfully.
"Maybe." said Scott the hopefulness catching, "We better go get Remy."
"Yeah, he's gonna be absolutely crushed."
Suddenly the door burst open and in strode Remy grinning from ear to ear holding lots of clothes in his arms. None of which belonged to him.
"Hi," said Remy beaming.
"Hi," said Logan uncertainly, "Look we're sorry about all this."
"Are ya kiddin' me?" said Remy excitedly, "Dis is gonna be de best week ever!"
"You're really ok with this?" said Scott waiting for the penny to drop.
"What's not t'be ok with? It's not exactly de week I had in mind but it's still gonna be one hell of a time."
"Hell being the right word," grumbled Logan.
"So you're ok with what-…with how we're-…with the disguises?" asked Scott eventually.
Remy looked thoughtful for a minute, although he never stopped smiling, "Yeah, well, it'll be interesting. Like an experiment."
Logan and Scott looked at each other.
"I jus have one question."
"Yes?" They said together.
"D'ya t'ink Rogue would mind if I borrowed her clothes?"
