Hello Everyone! So after watching XO: Wolverine a few weeks ago, something popped into my head...this story. It basically follows the events leading up to Gambits Abduction, his time in prison, and how he escaped. This chapter is relatively short, but then again it is the Prologue and it is setting up future chapters for a whole lot of drama and action. I'm pretty excited about this so please review.

Prologue

It was well after midnight in the city of New Orleans. The city itself was relatively calm, with the exception of a few drunk late night city dwellers wandering the abandoned streets. Most bars and taverns were getting ready to close down for the night just so they could start it all over again tomorrow.

However, in the bar the Ace of Clubs, one man stayed in the very corner staying out of sight and out of mind. He had been sitting there for over an hour and a half waiting for someone. The bartender finally turned and acknowledged him.

"You got 30 minutes. I'm closing shop by 1, so you better clear out before den."

The man nodded as he sipped his draft beer. He then checked his watch…12:26 AM. He sighed in frustration. His contact insisted on meeting here, in this very bar, at 11:00 PM. If one thing should be known, it is that William Stryker is not a patient man.

Finally, after another 10 minutes, the door to the bar swung open, and a man in his mid 30's strutted in like he owned the place. He glanced around the bar and immediately spotted Stryker (seeing as he was the only other person in the bar). He strolled over to Styker and sat down in the opposite side of the booth facing Stryker.

"You should be thankful I'm still here. When most people give a time and a place to meet…they are usually expected to be there on time and not 2 hours late!" Stryker hissed in a low voice.

"Don't worry 'bout it. Let's just say dat I got caught up in somethin' dat needed a little…taken care of." He said as he pulled a hunting knife out of his black trench coat and began to wipe it down with a raggedy cloth. When he was done the knife was shiny clean and the cloth had faint blood red stains on it.

Stryker just raised his eyebrows. "Save your excuses. I'm a very busy man Mr. Boudreaux , I don't have time for incompetent people such as yourself. So let's just make this brief. What is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Rumor is you're in da business of detaining mutants." Julian whispered.

"I don't know where you heard that. As far as I know the government isn't running any mutant based research projects." Stryker lied.

"Oh come on now Colonel. Is it all right if I call you Colonel? Anyways, I'm sure you did a background check on me before you agreed to arrange a little get together. So you must know that I am Julian Boudreaux, heir to the Assassins Guild. So as you can imagine… a title like dat means I gots friends in high places." Julian went on to explain.

"I'm listening." Stryker said, permitting Julian to continue.

"You want a mutant? I got one for ya. His name is Remy LeBeau. Not sure what his real name is, he was taken in off the streets when he was 8, raised the son of Jean Luc LeBeau. Who believe it or not is the patriarch of the Thieves Guild. Now a couple years back a few guild members got this so called 'great idea'. They said 'let's end this guild rivalry once and for all and make a United Guild'. It was initiated through a wedding. Tying da knot and sealing our fates together seemed to be a little symbolic to the guild elders. Remy was chosen as the groom and my sister was chosen to be his bride. He is married to my sister and it makes me sick. She's married to a goddamn monster. I want him gone, god forbid he gets her pregnant. Then we'd have half-mutant scum on our hands."

"I understand how that can be difficult for you, and for your family. Believe me I do." Stryker said thinking of his own mutant son who drove his wife to suicide. "But why should I waste time with this one mutant? I'm only interested in the more powerful ones."

"That's why I thought you'd be interested in him." Julian smirked as he pulled out a manila folder from his trench coat and slid it across the table to Stryker. "Everything you need to know about him is in der." He said referring to the folder.

Stryker opened the folder and saw several candid shots of a young man in his early 20's. Stryker could immediately tell this individual was a mutant. It was the eyes, they were very…demonic. Blood red irises dead in the middle of sclera black as night. He then browsed through Remy's Bio. He had the ability to harness potential energy and dispatch it out as kinetic energy. In doing so Remy can cause small explosions or very large ones depending on the size of the object he is in contact with. Basically he is a walking time bomb.

"How very interesting." Stryker said in amazement.

"I thought you might t'ink so. I figure you could somehow dissect his power and turn it into some kind of weapon."

"I'm sure Mr. LeBeau will be of some interest to my team of specialtists. We'll make all the necessary preparations and we'll intercept him within the week and he'll be out of your hands for good." Stryker said putting on his jacket and preparing to leave.

"One more t'ing. He can never know dat I was the one who sold him out. He might be a mutant, but he's good at what he does, and if he finds out I sold him out…he won't stop hunting me til I'm dead."

Stryker chuckled. "No need to worry Mr. Boudreaux. One, all our records of prisoners are kept strictly confidential, and two, once you go into Three Mile Island…there's no coming out.

How was it? Good? Bad? let me know, I'm in the dark if no one reviews my stories.

Another thing...this may or may not be a prequel to I Wish You Were Here (I haven't updated in over a year and I have serious writers block for it). Let me know what you think. I'll be back in a few days with the next chapter, I promise :D.