Even though he had fallen quite quickly and quietly into the drug induced sleep, it wasn't the same way climbing out of it. At first he had the impression that he was back in the mansion, waking up on his bed to start the new day to Scott's orders as field leader as the X-Men. The guy really did think too highly of himself. But when he tried lifting his head, his eyes already open, black spots swam into his vision, causing him to set his head abruptly back in to the surface that he was lying upon. Unfortunately, the surface turned out to be something other than a pillow. Remy gritted his teeth lightly when he caused a whole new headache upon slamming his head down on to a metal table-like surface. Waiting another minute, he tried lifting his head again. Other than the dull throbbing at the base of his skull where he had slammed it against the table, he didn't feel any more pain and the room no longer danced around in his vision.

Shifting over to the side a little to make himself more comfortable, he soon discovered that the surface wasn't much larger than him, and he ended up rolling right over the side of it. As he toppled over, he tried holding out his hands to break his fall against the ground, but cuffs restricted movement of his hands. As he hit the hard floor he let out a grunt, the hand cuffs cutting sharply into his wrists, but even partially awake he refused to show that it had caused him too much pain. His teeth clenched together and his eyes narrowed, he lifted up his head to look around the room that he was placed inside. He was lying flat on his stomach, his legs splayed out behind him and his coat cover his back in a lump, but even with the difficult position he didn't want to chance moving around too much in case he mysteriously fell again.

The room had bare, cement block walls with the stainless steel table erected right in the middle. Thick canvas straps hung down from the bottom of the table, which meant that it was supposed to keep prisoners in place. Lucky for Remy that they hadn't strapped him in, otherwise his wrists would be fine. A steel door held Remy firmly inside the room, as it was the only exit; windows didn't exist at all. When Remy craned his neck all the way up to get a look at the ceiling, he was dismayed to discover that it appeared to be made out of solid cement with only a small ventilation duct hardly small enough for Remy's hand to fit inside.

"Dey certainly t'ought o' everyt'in'," Remy commented, testing his voice. He was happy to discover that it worked without any added emotion he wasn't bargaining for. Pushing himself up from his elbows to a position much like a push-up position, Remy climbed almost gracefully to his feet, despite the restrictions of the hand cuffs. Once he was standing, he had to lean against the table for a moment before he regained his complete balance, but once he had it he quickly strode over to the door. Just to make sure that the people had, in fact, thought of everything, he experimentally tried to open the door to no avail. It was locked.

Leaning over to study the lock, Remy figured that he could pick the lock to get out of the room, but as he was looking it over, it swung open, almost hitting Remy smack in the face. Staggering backwards out of surprise, though somehow appearing nonchalant about the whole thing, Remy watched as the handle slammed into the wall, creating a crunching noise. Two buff men stepped into the room after the door had stopped moving. One stood sentry in the opening, expecting Remy to make a break for it, while the other grabbed Remy roughly by an arm. "Hey! I was gonna compliment you on your dramatic entrance, but der ain't no reason for rough handlin'! I'm a delicate guy!"

The only reply Remy received was a hard smack upside the head, as if they were telling him to shut up. The only problem was that the Cajun didn't know the meaning of the phrase, or any hints toward it. "Excusez-moi!" Remy shouted, the headache coming back full-fledged after the smack. "What did I jus' say? You deaf?" This time Remy was shoved forward with muscled force, right past the second guy, whom had stepped aside. Turning around to send a scowl their way, he was knocked off-balance by another push. Landing roughly on his arm, Remy let out another small groan as new pain snaked up to his shoulder.

"Get up," the guard that had been shoving around demanded. Remy shifted on to his better arm instead, his hair falling in curtains around his face. Before he was even aware that the man was moving, he felt the toe of his boot connect with the side of his ribs. Moving his cuffed hands up to the place, Remy shook the hair from his face to snarl up at the guard. Menacing words would have to wait, however, as he was pulled up by the back of his coat and pushed onward once more. His feet working to keep himself from falling flat on his face again, Remy finally did exactly as he was told until the back of his coat was yanked again to stop him from moving forward.

"Can't you jus' use your words?" Remy asked, and to his surprise, he actually did get a response.

"Get in," the first guard ordered, shoving Remy inside. This time his push wasn't as violent as the ones before, and instead of trying to regain his balance, he backed up inside without a fight.

"Sure, sure," Remy said. "Still, no need t' get rough."

Four words must have been the one guard's limit, because he once again ignored the Cajun, except this time instead of shoving him further, he managed to slam the door in his face. The only problem with the slamming it shut was that it was a sliding door, and not one manually opened and closed, either. "Well," Remy commented, then began to look around. "Now where'd I get myself inta?"

The walls, ceiling, and floor were all a washed white. Upon touch, Remy could feel that the walls, at least, were no walk in the park if he wished to get through them. Before he could study the room any further, though, he realized that he wasn't alone.

"Well, that's odd," a gruff voice observed from the opposite side of the room. If Remy had been paying attention, he would have heard his feet spin on the ground as soon as Remy was pushed inside of the door.

Turning around slowly, Remy let his eyes fall on the other man inside the room, despite the fact that he already knew the face that went with the voice. His wild hair was the same, with the untamed sideburns and unique hairstyle. His clothes were rather disheveled, as if he'd been through hell and back during the month that Remy had been looking for his teammates. But the most obvious thing about his outlook was that he had a spectacular set of handcuffs on him. They covered his whole hand, most likely to prevent him from using his claws, though Remy wasn't sure about how that would work out.

"I get da feelin' dat dey—whoever dey are—want us t' get t' know each other a li'l more, even though we've known each other long enough." Although Remy made sure not to show it on his face, he was thinking hard, trying to figure out why the guards would do such a thing as throw them in the same room. While they didn't get along some of the time, if they worked together, Remy knew that they'd make a kick-ass team. He briefly wondered if they hoped that the two of them would duke it out and severely hurt one another, but it was as quickly dismissed as it was brought up.

Remy's wandering thoughts were put to an abrupt stop when Wolverine reacted to his statement. "Seems to be the case," he grunted. He was leaning against one of the walls, his hands bound in front of him. Remy kept his silence as well, continuing to take in the room, just as Logan was doing, or so it appeared. A frown began to form on Remy's lips when he didn't immediately see an easy way out, but it quickly disappeared when Remy realized that he was making it. His attention was again brought away from himself as Wolverine began to shift, first moving his wrists around in the exotic cuffs that kept his claws at bay, and then down the wall that he had been leaning upon. Gradually he made it to a sitting position, his hands resting on his knees.

While Logan remained silent, Remy upheld a comfortable air despite their position. He stood still for a moment until he walked around the perimeter of the room, lightly dragging his finger along the wall. To any onlooker it appeared as if he wasn't doing anything productive, and they would most certainly be correct. It wasn't helping the two mutants in the room accomplish anything, but while he was doing it, it seemed like he was.

"How long you been cooped up in here?" he asked, stopping when he reached the place where Wolverine was sitting on the floor. For all Remy knew, Logan might not have been caught up in the main attack, if that was what really happened. Even after a little over a month of searching, Remy hadn't figured out the true nature of the whole thing.

Leaning his shoulder against the wall, Remy crossed his arms and feet in a nonchalant fashion. Pretending to look off into space while Logan continued his silence before replying, he took another look around the room, but still found nothing that would help the pair of them out. The door was solid steel, just like the one in the chamber Remy had woken up in, and wouldn't permit them a way of exit from this side of it.

"I dunno," Wolverine replied, the o trailing off into silence. "Couple of months, I guess." Which meant that he probably had been here within the same amount of time as the rest of the X-Men. Because if the X-Men weren't here, then where could they have gone?

Even though Remy was keeping a calm face and attitude, the longer they were in the room, the twitchier Logan got. His eyes moved from Remy's face, to the door, around the walls, and up to the ceiling. Moving around again, they eventually settled on to the door, though Remy didn't have an explanation as to why; he knew that they couldn't get out that way.

Logan shifted his hands on his knees, and while it wasn't much of a movement, Remy saw a thin line of blood begin to form at the edges. Knowing that Logan had a healing factor made him worry less about it until it began to stream out a little harder, not appearing to heal at all. He didn't comment about it, though, keeping his observations to himself.

"Keep talkin' an' settle down, mon ami," Remy advised, though was fairly certain that his words would be left unheeded, "else ya gonna make yaself crazier den ya already are."

Wolverine let out a little snort at the last part of the comment, but took his sweet time in replying. "I'll settle down when I get these flamin' things off," he remarked in a growl.

"Claws won't go t'rough dem t'ings?" Remy asked. He probably didn't need Wolverine's answer to confirm his suspicions, but it was worth a try anyway. Having a conversation and some facts from Logan to back up his guesses was better than nothing at all.

As a reply, Wolverine lifted up his hands so that Remy could see them clearly for the first time. Sure, he'd caught glimpses every now and again, but now he got to see a full range view. Remy shrugged at the sight, figuring that unless they were adamantium they wouldn't cause a problem. Apparently they had to have been. "I wouldn't still be here if I could," he eventually said. He had the habit of doing action first, and then speaking, but Remy was used to it, even if it was beginning to bug him in the room.

He leaned his head back on the wall, resting his cuffed hands back on his knees. His eyes continued to trail around the room, desperately trying to find an exit, although Remy wasn't sure why it needed to be so prompt. Crossing his own arms as best as he could with the cuffs around his wrists, Remy looked around as well to appear productive without actually doing any heavy brain work.

"What's wrong with this picture?" Logan suddenly spoke up, his voice approaching a primal growl.

Remy's eyes darted back toward him, his face passive. "Quoi?"he asked, looking around at the room once again, except in a more critical light to try and catch what Logan was seeing. "I don' see not'in'."

"They put the two of us in here with no guards—"

"I knew dat."

"—no cameras—"

"Da place riddled wit' cameras or somet'in'?"

"—just those holes in the ceilin'," Logan finished with a sideways glance at Remy. While he had been speaking, he rose to his feet so that their height difference wasn't as dramatic. Logan nodded upwards at his last words, and then pushed past Remy towards the door as if it was going to suddenly open for the pair of them.

Remy craned his neck to the area where Logan had gestured, his lips rising in a small snarl when he finally caught on to what Logan had been hinting at. "Dat don't sound so promisin'," he pointed out. His eyes lingered on each of the holes as he tried to figure out the reason behind their existence. The only two things he could come up with were so that the guards could either gas the pair of them or to keep air circulating. "What d'a s'pose dey're for?"

"I dunno. I can think of a few things," Logan grunted back. Remy tossed him an exasperated look for the lack of usable information, but instead of finding Wolverine looking back at him, he was still looking at the door. Before Remy could say anything else, Logan suddenly dashed forward and slammed straight into the door like some kind of wild animal. The door must have hurt Logan more than he had hurt it, because he pressed his forehead against the cool metal and didn't move again.

Stepping forward, hiding the taunting smile that threatened to burst out, Remy crossed the room to lean against the wall right beside the door. This allowed him to get a better look at Logan's face, but it was also a teasing distance between the two of them. "Now dat di'n't look too smart," he smirked, figuring that he'd anger Wolverine even more. But if the man was trying to get out, maybe ticking him off a little wouldn't be such a bad idea, especially if Gambit could convince him to attack the room instead of him. "Le's jus' see what dey want wit' us, d'accord?"

Logan appeared as if he hadn't heard Remy at all. Pushing himself away from the wall again with a grunt to turn around and slam his back into the same place. Shaking his head, Remy still found the behavior weird, even for Wolverine. Logan glanced at the door again, an almost thoughtful expression on his face, before abandoning it completely, striding into the middle of the room. Raising a brow, Remy waited to see what show Logan would have next.

"Wait …" he mumbled, looking back up at the holes in the ceiling.

"I ain't movin'."

Once again Logan ignored him as his head swung back and forth, up and down as if trying to figure something really complicated out. "East. That means … crap." For the first time in a few minutes, his eyes settled on Remy again, though he didn't say anything else.

"East? What does east have t' do wit' anyt'in'?" Remy asked skeptically. He was beginning to think that Logan was losing his marbles as well. First it was Freddie and now Logan. The situation appeared to be similar.

To his surprise, Logan did answer Remy's question, though he could see the tension increase around the man. Something was going to snap soon, he was sure. "See those holes?" Logan repeated, and Remy answered with a scowl. Of course he had. "If I'm right, they're for a waterin' system. Which means … they're gonna flood the room." Without missing a heartbeat, Logan prepared to launch himself at the door again, and Remy certainly wasn't going to get in his way. Except when Remy sidestepped the metal door to give Logan plenty of room, he hesitated despite the fact that he was obviously becoming antsy.

"Flood da room?" Remy asked. "I jus' got here an' dey want t' kill me?" His eyebrows pulled together at the thought, and he suddenly felt the drive that Wolverine was feeling. Glancing toward the holes again with a new light, he shuffled even more against the wall, but this time ended up staggering into a wall, hitting his already bruised shoulder against the hard surface. "We need t' get out," he pointed out to himself, instinctively moving his hand to his pocket. For some reason his not quite full deck of cards was still inside the pocket, although his staff had gone missing. Pulling out a single card, he rolled it around his knuckles, but discovered that his powers were missing. He had been suspecting it before, but now it was confirmed, and it frightened him further.

Looking up at Wolverine again, he tried not to let his panic show through his voice as he asked, "You sure dose claws can't go t'rough dem cuffs?"

"You think I'd still be here if I could?" Logan retorted.

Remy shrugged, struggling to stay nonchalant. "Ya never know, mon ami." Now trying to find something to keep busy, he played a little more with the card in his hand before stuffing it back inside the pocket with the rest of its friends.

A gurgling noise faintly reached Remy's ears from above. As it grew louder, Remy's curiosity—despite his fear of being drowned in the room—took over and he tilted his head up to get a look at the ceiling. As soon as he did so, freezing cold water splashed heavily on to his face. Surprised, Remy almost slipped as he sidestepped the stream, coughing and sputtering the get the water out of his mouth. Once it was out he shook his head to get the cold water from his hair to prevent it from dripping down his back and neck, and then wiped the amount around his eyes to clear them.

"Well, we don't got long anymore," Remy rasped, still managing to point out the obvious. He never said that he was bad at it.

Logan once again kept silent, though it was for a different reason for now. When Remy looked over to him, trying to ignore the water riding up his ankles, he saw a face painted with pain. He had his one leg up so that he could put his foot on the small chain between the oversized cuffs. His back arched, he stomped on the chain as hard as he could, hoping to break it. A scream of pain filled the dramatic, water-filled room, and Logan fell down to his knees. All Remy could do was cringe at the animal-like cry. Even if he wanted, Remy wouldn't be able to aide Logan so that the pain would subside, and he didn't have his powers or any place to use his skills to bust the pair of them out.

The cuffs, however, were gone, and that appeared to be enough for the animal side of Wolverine. Even though he was breeding freely, his skin roughly ripped at the wrist and left in tatters around the hand, he rose to his feet with heavy breathing. A metallic SNIKT could be heard over the thundering water as his claws retracted. Pushing his way through the water that happened to now be at their waists, he made it to the door. With a swipe of his arm, his claws sunk into the metal as if they were hot knives through butter.

Remy tried to push his way through the water to make it by his side, though he was unsure as to what he could do, but before he could make it more than a step, the water resistance quickly put a halt to his advancement. Remy realized that he was going down in the water, but with boots on as well as hand cuffs, it took him a while to struggle back to the surface. His head broke through; he gasped for air, and then once again shook the water from his hair as he managed to get to his feet again.

During the time he spent fooling around in the water, Wolverine had clawed his way completely through the door, creating a hole large enough for the two of them to step through. The water that continued to spill into the room swept towards the door, exiting in a waterfall and into the plain hallway on the other side of the door.

"Ya need an invitation?" Logan shouted at Gambit, climbing through the hole to the relatively dry space.

Unable to use his throat properly, Remy shook his head at the question. Carefully making his way over, minding the water, he eventually clambered out after Logan. Despite himself and the pain in his neck, he let out a laugh when his brain caught up. The two of them were safe!

Logan appeared as if he wanted to make a move on again, though Remy wasn't yet up to it. Holding up a hand, he took in a breath, then asked, "Y'know, now ya got your claws, couldn't ya jus' cut t'rough dese collars?" His struggles in the water had led to his discovery about his own, and he hadn't paid attention the smooth, gray circular device around Wolverine's neck until that discovery. If his power of assumption was correct, it was that that suppressed their powers.

"I could try," Logan replied, flicking his eyes to Gambit's collar. "Would be a great test t' see what kinda safety features these things have." If Logan did cut through Remy's collar, it would be a test, and he would have no way of knowing if he would live through the ordeal, in other words.

While Remy used the wall to keep his shaky feet steady, Wolverine slid down the wall again, fingering his injuries. Remy wrinkled his nose at the gory sight, but then looked away to study the hallways a little better than he had before when he was being pushed down it from the first room to the water room.

He didn't see any of the cameras that Logan had mentioned upon finding the oddities in the room. Instead, dim lights were spread evenly along the walls, hardly casting enough light to see by. Dark and gloomy shadows haunted most of the places, although where Logan and Remy were standing was rather bright. The light given off from the fixtures was reflecting off of the pouring water, making the whole place bright from all around.

"Any ideas on how t' get outta here, mon ami?" Remy asked after a while, no longer feeling the clawing pain in his throat thanks to his unwilling mouthful of water, not to mention the droplets that took residence in his lungs when he was trying to breathe.

When Remy had been taken into the prison—at least he assumed it was a prison given the surroundings—he had been unconscious and unable to map the route that was taken to get inside.

"How's about take the door?" Logan replied. Remy threw him an almost disapproving look at such a lame reply, but his features soften when he realized that Logan's eyes were a bit unfocused and most likely a little out of it.

Feeling a little steadier, Remy lifted Logan's arm over his shoulder and awkwardly held on to that hand, as he couldn't do much else with the hand cuffs. Fully expecting a heavy weight, he braced himself as he lifted the midget to his feet, gritting his teeth at the effort. He looked up and down the hallway to figure out the better way to go and ended up deciding on heading the opposition direction of the room he had been pulled from. Taking a couple steps, he made sure that Logan would be pulled along at the very least.

"Leave me." Logan's voice was firm on this one, meaning that his lucid moment from before wasn't affecting his decision. Even so, Remy couldn't leave his teammate behind like that.

"I ain't leavin' ya," Remy grunted, throwing a stubborn look at the man so that he could see it clearly. "If we don' get out, so be it. I ain't leavin' ya t' take all da blame, mon ami." This Remy meant, and he was just as unmoving about his decision. Plus, he was sure that Logan didn't have much to argue his point and stay at the broken door, since Remy already had him supported.

"We … won't make it," Logan pointed out, still trying to play the hero. The whole reason Remy had found the place so was that he could help his teammates. Leaving Logan behind would only be detrimental to his cause.

"So I see, but I ain't leavin' you behind," Remy scowled. "Got it?"

Logan didn't have a reply. Instead, his feet actually started working, and with his help, the two of them made it fairly far before Logan broke down again. Without his healing factor, he could only take so much damage and pain. Remy's arms will still around him to keep him supported, but after his feet collapsed, Remy almost fell down with him. Dragging him to a wall for support, Remy released the man and let out a sigh.

A guard that looked much more like a soldier then rounded the corner, and his surprise was evident on his face even from a distance. "Hey!" the man shouted dumbly, fumbling for his gun. Unfortunately for him, he appeared to have a little problem with getting it out of the holster.

Tearing his gaze away from his injured companion, Remy quickly took in the situation. Ignoring the bumbling man for the moment, Remy shook his cuffed hands in Logan's face, hoping that the sound would grab his attention. "Get me outta dese," he demanded lowly, throwing a nervous glance at the guard. He still hadn't managed to release his gun, and that was where all of his attention was directed, but once he had it out the two mutants would be sitting ducks. "Or neither o' us are gonna live."

With the cue of Remy's voice, Logan's eyes rolled open again. Despite the obvious concentration on his face, he lifted up one of his hands, a single claw shooting out and slicing through the chain. His hands free, Remy turned his complete attention on the lone guard. As if subconsciously knowing that the mutants no longer had a struggle of their own, he looked up from his gun, horror showing through his face. Remy shouted and quickly covered the distance between them, but he didn't make it in time to stop the guard from calling for backup. "Dat wasn't very nice o' ya," Remy commented. The man visibly jumped when he saw how close Gambit was, but he didn't have a chance as Remy quickly took care of him.

Without him to center his attention on, Remy didn't know what to do. He couldn't carry Logan any further, and from the looks of it, he had fallen unconscious. His body was slumped heavily against the wall, almost falling over so that he was lying on the cold floor. Remy took a step forward to figure something out anyway, but before he had gotten far, a whole horde of guards rounded the corner with their guns already pulled.

"Put your hands up!" a voice barked from within the crowd. Knowing his limits, Remy did as he was asked and stepped a couple steps back so that he was halfway between them and Logan.

The move had somehow been taken offensive, and a shot was fire, though it went wild. Remy cringed at the sound, no longer having his enhanced agility to save him from gunfire, and yet again useless in the situation. Logan, on the other hand, had snapped to attention and risen to his feet, the claws sliding out of their sheathes. Stepping aside so that Wolverine wouldn't attack him, he quickly glimpsed the crazed look on his face as he ran straight into the crowd. Most of them didn't know what to do as the adamantium sliced through their bodies.

Shrugging slightly, Remy launched himself into the mob, managing to take a few guards of his own before another shot rang out, almost deafening at such a close range. "Wolverine!" he shouted. Soon after the second bullet had been released, Wolverine fell heavily to the floor, no fight left in him. He was lifted by his arms by two guards and dragged off. Just before he was dragged out of sight, he managed to catch Remy's eyes, though whatever he was trying to communicate was lost on Remy.

In his distraction, Remy had slowed his fighting. Outnumbered by extreme odds, Remy didn't have a chance. He felt a needle slide into his neck, much like the situation on the outside of the prison, and he was unconscious before he even hit the ground.