Author's Notes: This is an X-men/Mutant X crossover, it starts off in first
person, but I will switch the POV, but don't worry I will warn you by
putting the name of the character I used in first person, and dashes for
when I switch to third person. I also haven't been watching the newer
Mutant X, so I will be using Emma instead of that girl, (Whoever she is)
and I will be using Genomex, I liked them as the bad guys. But if the
year's off a bit sue me, I don't have any money anyway. On the X-men
timeline, I'm going by the movies, at first it's before the movie, and then
later it will be between X1 and X2. Oh yeah and this also starts before the
first Mutant X, Before Brennan and Emma join up, but as with X-men it will
go on to that part later in the story. If I just confused you sorry, but
read it and find out what I mean
Eckhart's Notes:
Apr. 18, 1995
I was astounded to find that there is a different breed of mutants, not created by Genomex. The fact that the general public has excepted the issue without any serious problems amazed me even more. Of course there's prejudice against them, there will always be some kind of prejudice, but it actually is going somewhat well. The discovery of this race of mutants has forced me to broaden my horizons; not limit myself to the new mutants created by Genomex.
Apr. 19, 1995
I found the perfect mutant he's virtually indestructible. He has the power of accelerated cellular regeneration, but he has metal grafted throughout the bone, indestructible metal.adamantium (SP?). It seems Adam Kane did an experiment on him, of course unbeknownst to him, he wasn't a Genomex mutant, but he became Subject: Wolverine. Adam most likely regrets his mistake, but I on the other hand find this creature fascinating.
Apr. 30, 1995
We've done it! We've captured subject Wolverine, with much time and effort of course, but it paid off. At first he didn't take well to the sub-dermal governor, but after the right application of pain, he caved like all the rest. We also managed to capture a young feral. She's not even over the age of eighteen yet, but she is also nearly as strong as ferals twice her age, but because of that her genes are unstable. She has so far been true to the feral name, she's overly aggressive, and the sub-dermal governor barely keeps her tame. She had taken out eight of our agents before we got the sub- dermal governor on her and three after. So I do believe that's an improvement, but just in case she proves to be too much to handle, as with subject wolverine, we have them in a holding cell with one other mutants.
--------END------------- May 1, 1995 12:30 PM eastern time
Wolverine sat silently in the corner of the enclosure. There were two other mutants in the enclosure, one of which he recognized. The other two he'd never met before.
There was a girl sitting in the opposite corner, her back pressed to the wall and her feet pulled to her chest. She had yet to speak to anyone nor make eye contact. Though, each time a guard came in she lunged at him. Earning her a zap with a shock baton, or glove and that intense pain whenever they activated that thing they'd stuck on the back of her neck. Wolverine had wondered if she was completely sane, because even after the second time this happened she tried a third time.
Then there was the guy who'd idly play with his deck of cards that they'd yet to take from him; Gambit he'd called himself. He'd played a hand of cards with him. He'd of course been beaten, but what can you expect from a guy named Gambit?
Suddenly the door opened, and three guards came in. The girl was on her feet again ready to attack them again; but this time when she lunged at them Gambit slammed his hand against the wall barring her path. Her eyes which, had once been light blue now were bright catlike yellow, and were peering through her wild black hair which hung in her face. She looked as if she'd take that arm off if she could, and Wolverine wasn't so sure that she couldn't.
"Easy cher," Gambit muttered, his accent revealing his Cajun roots, which sounded strangely like a southern accent with a French twist.
A fourth guard rolled in a cart with three bottles of water on it and left it in the center of the room. All the while the girl's eyes followed him, but she didn't try to move around Gambit. The guards left as silently as they'd entered. Wolverine was the first one to pick up a water bottle. He opened it and sniffed it.
"They're clean," he told them.
Gambit grabbed one too, but the girl just took her place in the corner again. Gambit picked up the last water bottle and handed it to her, but she shook her head in silent refusal.
"You gotta drink somethin' kid," Wolverine said from his corner.
She shook her head again, her ice blue eyes steely and full of stubbornness.
"All right chere," Gambit shrugged, and put it back on the cart.
--------------------An underground facility in a desert in an undisclosed location in Nevada: Area 51---------
May 1, 1995
NSA notes from: Agent John Doe
E-14: A hybrid of the deadly virus Ebolla (SP?)
Location: Biohazard lab in sub level 6
Security info: CLASSIFIED Level 4 employees only!
Other Info: The only known source is a small vile, which is locked in a thick titanium steel vault that's six cubic feet and the metal is four feet thick. The actual vile is locked in a small one cubic foot lead safe with walls 8 inches thick, which is inside the titanium vault. Each vault needs a key, and a combination. The keys are held by two different people and the combinations are known by two different people. ---------------END---------------
Night's Rose: A bar in New York: May 1, 1995 8:00 PM
Brennan Mulwray sat in the virtually empty bar with three other people. He'd just recently pulled of a heist that made them very rich men, at least for the time being, because Brennan was about to be one rich man.
"I see your 300 and I raise you 550," Brennan said tossing in the center of the table a wad of money.
"I'm out," said one of the guys tossing down his cards on the table.
"Aww he's bluffing, hey wanna hear somethin' funny Mulwray?" the guy said tossing in the center of the table another hundred.
"Sure." he said carefully watching the other guy toss in 5 fifties.
"Remember that guy, that thief, the Cajun one that you really don't like?" he said.
"I raise you another 100," Brennan said tossing in a hundred.
"Okay I know your bluffing," he muttered again.
"LaBeau you mean?" Brennan asked him with a grin.
"Y'up that's the one, like five, or six days ago, he was taken by some people dressed all in black, isn't that great?" the guy laughed.
"What?" Brennan asked, concern creeping into his voice, "Who were they?"
"I don't know, but he put up a hell of a fight I heard, but they beat down with shock batons and stuff, you know high tech stuff," he replied.
"Damn," Brennan muttered under his breath.
"I thought you didn't like the guy, So what do you care?" he asked Brennan.
"I don't like him," Brennan replied.
"Guys read 'em and weep, I got a strait," the other guy told him.
"Jimmy, I've got two words for you, Royal Flush," Brennan said throwing his cards down and grabbing the money from the center of the table, then he got up, "I'll catch up with you guys later."
-----------------------Holding Facility: Genomex May 2, 1995 2:00 AM-------- -----------
Logan's eyes snapped open; he awoke in a cold sweat. Gambit was asleep, but the girl was wide awake. She didn't seem to ever sleep. He sat up, and leaned against the cold stone wall. He was used to being waken up by that same detailed dream that grew vague as soon as he was rudely jolted out of his not even close to peaceful sleep.
"That's why I don't sleep," the girl said quietly from the corner.
Her voice had been so quiet that if his hearing weren't as enhanced as it was he wouldn't have even heard her. He wasn't sure if she'd intended for him to hear her or not.
"Why's that?" Logan asked her glancing over in her direction.
She stared off in a daze at the wall opposite of her, "I don't sleep because I'll have nightmares."
"No reason to stop sleepin' kid." Logan told her.
"Then why aren't you sleeping?" she asked him.
Logan fell silent; he really had no answer. A full five minutes, they were quiet, until Logan broke the silence.
"What's your name, kid?" he asked her.
"Cori," she said finally looking at him.
"Logan," he told her.
Gambit rolled over uncomfortably, then sat up, rubbing his eyes. He glared at Logan, "Can you guy keep it down? Dis Cajun's tryin' to get his beauty sleep."
Logan snorted, "You'll be sleepin' awhile."
Gambit chuckled good-naturedly, "Naw Remy couldn't sleep on dis floor."
"If you ask real nice I'm sure they'll get you a hotel room," Cori muttered.
"And you had Ol' Remy thinkin' you were mute or somethin' cher," Gambit grinned.
"I can talk fine, I just choose not to," she snapped.
"Easy der chere, Remy ain't da one dat locked you up in here," Gambit told her.
"I'd hope not, considering your also in here, but either one of two things is going to happen soon, he's going to kill us, or he's going to put you in a nice comfy bed called a stasis pod," She said rolling her eyes a bit.
"Ms. Optimistic, are ya?" Remy replied, pulling out his deck of cards and shuffling them.
"Every chance I get, sleeping beauty," she replied.
Logan grinned a bit though he was curious to know more about these stasis pods, but he didn't ask.
"Whose 'he'?" Logan asked.
"Mason Eckhart, the head of Genomex," she smiled halfheartedly, "I guess you guys aren't New Mutants huh?"
"What do ya mean by dat?" Gambit asked, shuffling his deck some more.
"Genomex, made there own Mutants, did some experiments and they got four basic types of mutants, Psionic, elemental, molecular, and feral," she explained, at least as much as she could.
"So what would that make you?" Logan asked though he thought he had an idea.
"Feral," she told him.
"Remy figured dat," Gambit said grinning a bit.
"Well aren't you the smart one," she muttered.
"He likes to think so." Logan smirked.
"What is dis? Pick on Remy day?" Gambit mumbled.
"Why not? we don't have anything else to do." she replied dryly.
Remy tried to look insulted, but he really wasn't. Logan only shrugged in agreement with the girl. He wondered what made her suddenly so chatty, normally so didn't talk at all. Now even though she was overly cynical, she suddenly decided to talk. ----------------------Same time-------------------------------
Brennan crept through the compound, he really did have to though, not yet. He'd stolen a uniform from one of the guards. He didn't really know what the place was, but for some odd reason he felt compelled to help his long time rival. He'd only met LaBeau once, and he'd despised that man immediately, he didn't really know why either. Just like he didn't know what compelled him to risk his own neck to save the bastard.
After extensive searching and the following of signs, he finally found the holding cells in the sub-basement. White pipes ran throughout the ceiling, the whole sub-basement was that medical white color.
Now the trouble Brennan was going to have is finding the right Holding cell. Lucky for him, there was a clip board hanging outside of each cell, all with the names of the one being held, and information on their mutation.
Brennan idly moved from cell to cell flipping through the pages of the clip boards. It was until much later did he realize that they were all categorized by date. The newer ones farther to the back. He flicked a glance from side to side to make sure no one was watching. Mainly because they might think it odd that he didn't seem to know what the hell he was doing.
He moved silently to the back, and after checking five or six, he finally found what he was looking for. As it turned out there were two other people in there with him, all categorized as being 'Aggressive.' Brennan grinned and thought 'Figures.'
Lucky for him, the cell had electronic locks. He charged up a small jolt of electricity, and sent it through the keypad. The red light on top turned green and the door popped open.
Remy was on his feet already, Brennan noticed him tossing a warning glance at the girl. She glared at him, as if she'd rip off his head.
Remy blinked in sudden recognition, "Mulwray? What da hell are you doin' here?"
"I have no idea, but since I'm here.you want out or are you nice and comfy?" Brennan smirked.
Cori cocked her head to the side, her face softening a bit.
"Friend of yours?" Logan asked standing up.
"Nope," Remy said.
"Can't stand him, So are you guys coming?" he asked.
"Don't have to ask twice," Logan said heading for the door.
Cori looked wary of the stranger, she stepped back a little, but not too much.
"He already did ask twice Logan, but we can't get very far with the nice little leashes they have us on," Cori stated dryly.
"What are you talking about?" Brennan asked her.
She pulled her long dark hair from her neck, and turned around so he could see the sub-dermal governor.
"What the hell is." he started.
"oh yeah.," Logan grunted.
"Sub-dermal governors, can't use our powers without pain, and just whenever the feel like causing us pain.they can." Cori said, but not without a bit of bitter, stinging cynicism.
"Electronic? I can fix that problem," Brennan said charging a small amount of electricity in one hand.
Brennan disabled Logan's since he was the closest, and then moved toward the girl. She immediately pulled back, Brennan wasn't sure if it was on instinct or it was just the fact that after being in this place, your level of trust for human kind drops. 'Probably a little of both,' he reasoned.
"Hey easy, just trying to help," Brennan told her gently.
"Kid, relax will ya?" Logan told her.
Cori looked at him as if she might say something but she remained quiet. She turned around moving her hair aside for him to disable it. Brennan did then he disabled Remy's.
The four walked out of the cell, Cori coming out last. They were met with all kinds of guns and weapons.
"Looks like they through us a party," Brennan muttered, charging up a large voltage of electricity.
There was 'shnict' sound as Logan extended his claws, the pain of it was a welcomed feeling. He hadn't felt it in a while. A smile formed on his face, one that promised pain.
Gambit pulled three cards from his pocket and charged them up with energy.
"Wanna mess wit Gambit huh?" Gambit said smiling wanly, "Take a card!"
He tossed the three cards into the group, each one landing in front of one guard, but taking out so many more. Several were blown to bits along with the cement floor. Fragments of the floor were hurled throughout the air. One chunk hit Cori in the back of the head as she turned away from the explosion, but the fight had already started; leaving no one to notice.
They fought there way through the mass until they were pretty much able to run. Logan turned around to make sure Cori was behind her. He stopped in his tracks finding her not there.
"Cori," he muttered in a low voice as he turned completely around.
The guards head surrounded the groggy looking girl, and had already replace the broken sub-dermal governor with a nice shiny new one.
The other two stopped realizing Logan stopped. Gambit seeing the problem charged up another card.
"You do it and she dies," The one that obviously outranked the others told him.
"Just get outta here," Cori mumbled.
"Ain't leaving without you kid," Logan told her.
"You don't have a choice, go now!" she commanded her voice now more articulate than it had been the first time.
Logan hesitated, a pang of guilt went through him, but Gambit grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away. Logan finally gave tossing the girl one last look then he ran after the two.
Eckhart's Notes:
Apr. 18, 1995
I was astounded to find that there is a different breed of mutants, not created by Genomex. The fact that the general public has excepted the issue without any serious problems amazed me even more. Of course there's prejudice against them, there will always be some kind of prejudice, but it actually is going somewhat well. The discovery of this race of mutants has forced me to broaden my horizons; not limit myself to the new mutants created by Genomex.
Apr. 19, 1995
I found the perfect mutant he's virtually indestructible. He has the power of accelerated cellular regeneration, but he has metal grafted throughout the bone, indestructible metal.adamantium (SP?). It seems Adam Kane did an experiment on him, of course unbeknownst to him, he wasn't a Genomex mutant, but he became Subject: Wolverine. Adam most likely regrets his mistake, but I on the other hand find this creature fascinating.
Apr. 30, 1995
We've done it! We've captured subject Wolverine, with much time and effort of course, but it paid off. At first he didn't take well to the sub-dermal governor, but after the right application of pain, he caved like all the rest. We also managed to capture a young feral. She's not even over the age of eighteen yet, but she is also nearly as strong as ferals twice her age, but because of that her genes are unstable. She has so far been true to the feral name, she's overly aggressive, and the sub-dermal governor barely keeps her tame. She had taken out eight of our agents before we got the sub- dermal governor on her and three after. So I do believe that's an improvement, but just in case she proves to be too much to handle, as with subject wolverine, we have them in a holding cell with one other mutants.
--------END------------- May 1, 1995 12:30 PM eastern time
Wolverine sat silently in the corner of the enclosure. There were two other mutants in the enclosure, one of which he recognized. The other two he'd never met before.
There was a girl sitting in the opposite corner, her back pressed to the wall and her feet pulled to her chest. She had yet to speak to anyone nor make eye contact. Though, each time a guard came in she lunged at him. Earning her a zap with a shock baton, or glove and that intense pain whenever they activated that thing they'd stuck on the back of her neck. Wolverine had wondered if she was completely sane, because even after the second time this happened she tried a third time.
Then there was the guy who'd idly play with his deck of cards that they'd yet to take from him; Gambit he'd called himself. He'd played a hand of cards with him. He'd of course been beaten, but what can you expect from a guy named Gambit?
Suddenly the door opened, and three guards came in. The girl was on her feet again ready to attack them again; but this time when she lunged at them Gambit slammed his hand against the wall barring her path. Her eyes which, had once been light blue now were bright catlike yellow, and were peering through her wild black hair which hung in her face. She looked as if she'd take that arm off if she could, and Wolverine wasn't so sure that she couldn't.
"Easy cher," Gambit muttered, his accent revealing his Cajun roots, which sounded strangely like a southern accent with a French twist.
A fourth guard rolled in a cart with three bottles of water on it and left it in the center of the room. All the while the girl's eyes followed him, but she didn't try to move around Gambit. The guards left as silently as they'd entered. Wolverine was the first one to pick up a water bottle. He opened it and sniffed it.
"They're clean," he told them.
Gambit grabbed one too, but the girl just took her place in the corner again. Gambit picked up the last water bottle and handed it to her, but she shook her head in silent refusal.
"You gotta drink somethin' kid," Wolverine said from his corner.
She shook her head again, her ice blue eyes steely and full of stubbornness.
"All right chere," Gambit shrugged, and put it back on the cart.
--------------------An underground facility in a desert in an undisclosed location in Nevada: Area 51---------
May 1, 1995
NSA notes from: Agent John Doe
E-14: A hybrid of the deadly virus Ebolla (SP?)
Location: Biohazard lab in sub level 6
Security info: CLASSIFIED Level 4 employees only!
Other Info: The only known source is a small vile, which is locked in a thick titanium steel vault that's six cubic feet and the metal is four feet thick. The actual vile is locked in a small one cubic foot lead safe with walls 8 inches thick, which is inside the titanium vault. Each vault needs a key, and a combination. The keys are held by two different people and the combinations are known by two different people. ---------------END---------------
Night's Rose: A bar in New York: May 1, 1995 8:00 PM
Brennan Mulwray sat in the virtually empty bar with three other people. He'd just recently pulled of a heist that made them very rich men, at least for the time being, because Brennan was about to be one rich man.
"I see your 300 and I raise you 550," Brennan said tossing in the center of the table a wad of money.
"I'm out," said one of the guys tossing down his cards on the table.
"Aww he's bluffing, hey wanna hear somethin' funny Mulwray?" the guy said tossing in the center of the table another hundred.
"Sure." he said carefully watching the other guy toss in 5 fifties.
"Remember that guy, that thief, the Cajun one that you really don't like?" he said.
"I raise you another 100," Brennan said tossing in a hundred.
"Okay I know your bluffing," he muttered again.
"LaBeau you mean?" Brennan asked him with a grin.
"Y'up that's the one, like five, or six days ago, he was taken by some people dressed all in black, isn't that great?" the guy laughed.
"What?" Brennan asked, concern creeping into his voice, "Who were they?"
"I don't know, but he put up a hell of a fight I heard, but they beat down with shock batons and stuff, you know high tech stuff," he replied.
"Damn," Brennan muttered under his breath.
"I thought you didn't like the guy, So what do you care?" he asked Brennan.
"I don't like him," Brennan replied.
"Guys read 'em and weep, I got a strait," the other guy told him.
"Jimmy, I've got two words for you, Royal Flush," Brennan said throwing his cards down and grabbing the money from the center of the table, then he got up, "I'll catch up with you guys later."
-----------------------Holding Facility: Genomex May 2, 1995 2:00 AM-------- -----------
Logan's eyes snapped open; he awoke in a cold sweat. Gambit was asleep, but the girl was wide awake. She didn't seem to ever sleep. He sat up, and leaned against the cold stone wall. He was used to being waken up by that same detailed dream that grew vague as soon as he was rudely jolted out of his not even close to peaceful sleep.
"That's why I don't sleep," the girl said quietly from the corner.
Her voice had been so quiet that if his hearing weren't as enhanced as it was he wouldn't have even heard her. He wasn't sure if she'd intended for him to hear her or not.
"Why's that?" Logan asked her glancing over in her direction.
She stared off in a daze at the wall opposite of her, "I don't sleep because I'll have nightmares."
"No reason to stop sleepin' kid." Logan told her.
"Then why aren't you sleeping?" she asked him.
Logan fell silent; he really had no answer. A full five minutes, they were quiet, until Logan broke the silence.
"What's your name, kid?" he asked her.
"Cori," she said finally looking at him.
"Logan," he told her.
Gambit rolled over uncomfortably, then sat up, rubbing his eyes. He glared at Logan, "Can you guy keep it down? Dis Cajun's tryin' to get his beauty sleep."
Logan snorted, "You'll be sleepin' awhile."
Gambit chuckled good-naturedly, "Naw Remy couldn't sleep on dis floor."
"If you ask real nice I'm sure they'll get you a hotel room," Cori muttered.
"And you had Ol' Remy thinkin' you were mute or somethin' cher," Gambit grinned.
"I can talk fine, I just choose not to," she snapped.
"Easy der chere, Remy ain't da one dat locked you up in here," Gambit told her.
"I'd hope not, considering your also in here, but either one of two things is going to happen soon, he's going to kill us, or he's going to put you in a nice comfy bed called a stasis pod," She said rolling her eyes a bit.
"Ms. Optimistic, are ya?" Remy replied, pulling out his deck of cards and shuffling them.
"Every chance I get, sleeping beauty," she replied.
Logan grinned a bit though he was curious to know more about these stasis pods, but he didn't ask.
"Whose 'he'?" Logan asked.
"Mason Eckhart, the head of Genomex," she smiled halfheartedly, "I guess you guys aren't New Mutants huh?"
"What do ya mean by dat?" Gambit asked, shuffling his deck some more.
"Genomex, made there own Mutants, did some experiments and they got four basic types of mutants, Psionic, elemental, molecular, and feral," she explained, at least as much as she could.
"So what would that make you?" Logan asked though he thought he had an idea.
"Feral," she told him.
"Remy figured dat," Gambit said grinning a bit.
"Well aren't you the smart one," she muttered.
"He likes to think so." Logan smirked.
"What is dis? Pick on Remy day?" Gambit mumbled.
"Why not? we don't have anything else to do." she replied dryly.
Remy tried to look insulted, but he really wasn't. Logan only shrugged in agreement with the girl. He wondered what made her suddenly so chatty, normally so didn't talk at all. Now even though she was overly cynical, she suddenly decided to talk. ----------------------Same time-------------------------------
Brennan crept through the compound, he really did have to though, not yet. He'd stolen a uniform from one of the guards. He didn't really know what the place was, but for some odd reason he felt compelled to help his long time rival. He'd only met LaBeau once, and he'd despised that man immediately, he didn't really know why either. Just like he didn't know what compelled him to risk his own neck to save the bastard.
After extensive searching and the following of signs, he finally found the holding cells in the sub-basement. White pipes ran throughout the ceiling, the whole sub-basement was that medical white color.
Now the trouble Brennan was going to have is finding the right Holding cell. Lucky for him, there was a clip board hanging outside of each cell, all with the names of the one being held, and information on their mutation.
Brennan idly moved from cell to cell flipping through the pages of the clip boards. It was until much later did he realize that they were all categorized by date. The newer ones farther to the back. He flicked a glance from side to side to make sure no one was watching. Mainly because they might think it odd that he didn't seem to know what the hell he was doing.
He moved silently to the back, and after checking five or six, he finally found what he was looking for. As it turned out there were two other people in there with him, all categorized as being 'Aggressive.' Brennan grinned and thought 'Figures.'
Lucky for him, the cell had electronic locks. He charged up a small jolt of electricity, and sent it through the keypad. The red light on top turned green and the door popped open.
Remy was on his feet already, Brennan noticed him tossing a warning glance at the girl. She glared at him, as if she'd rip off his head.
Remy blinked in sudden recognition, "Mulwray? What da hell are you doin' here?"
"I have no idea, but since I'm here.you want out or are you nice and comfy?" Brennan smirked.
Cori cocked her head to the side, her face softening a bit.
"Friend of yours?" Logan asked standing up.
"Nope," Remy said.
"Can't stand him, So are you guys coming?" he asked.
"Don't have to ask twice," Logan said heading for the door.
Cori looked wary of the stranger, she stepped back a little, but not too much.
"He already did ask twice Logan, but we can't get very far with the nice little leashes they have us on," Cori stated dryly.
"What are you talking about?" Brennan asked her.
She pulled her long dark hair from her neck, and turned around so he could see the sub-dermal governor.
"What the hell is." he started.
"oh yeah.," Logan grunted.
"Sub-dermal governors, can't use our powers without pain, and just whenever the feel like causing us pain.they can." Cori said, but not without a bit of bitter, stinging cynicism.
"Electronic? I can fix that problem," Brennan said charging a small amount of electricity in one hand.
Brennan disabled Logan's since he was the closest, and then moved toward the girl. She immediately pulled back, Brennan wasn't sure if it was on instinct or it was just the fact that after being in this place, your level of trust for human kind drops. 'Probably a little of both,' he reasoned.
"Hey easy, just trying to help," Brennan told her gently.
"Kid, relax will ya?" Logan told her.
Cori looked at him as if she might say something but she remained quiet. She turned around moving her hair aside for him to disable it. Brennan did then he disabled Remy's.
The four walked out of the cell, Cori coming out last. They were met with all kinds of guns and weapons.
"Looks like they through us a party," Brennan muttered, charging up a large voltage of electricity.
There was 'shnict' sound as Logan extended his claws, the pain of it was a welcomed feeling. He hadn't felt it in a while. A smile formed on his face, one that promised pain.
Gambit pulled three cards from his pocket and charged them up with energy.
"Wanna mess wit Gambit huh?" Gambit said smiling wanly, "Take a card!"
He tossed the three cards into the group, each one landing in front of one guard, but taking out so many more. Several were blown to bits along with the cement floor. Fragments of the floor were hurled throughout the air. One chunk hit Cori in the back of the head as she turned away from the explosion, but the fight had already started; leaving no one to notice.
They fought there way through the mass until they were pretty much able to run. Logan turned around to make sure Cori was behind her. He stopped in his tracks finding her not there.
"Cori," he muttered in a low voice as he turned completely around.
The guards head surrounded the groggy looking girl, and had already replace the broken sub-dermal governor with a nice shiny new one.
The other two stopped realizing Logan stopped. Gambit seeing the problem charged up another card.
"You do it and she dies," The one that obviously outranked the others told him.
"Just get outta here," Cori mumbled.
"Ain't leaving without you kid," Logan told her.
"You don't have a choice, go now!" she commanded her voice now more articulate than it had been the first time.
Logan hesitated, a pang of guilt went through him, but Gambit grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away. Logan finally gave tossing the girl one last look then he ran after the two.