Chapter 10
As the team walked towards the hanger, Rogue and Storm were in awe. The team consisted of Cyclops, Jean Grey, Beast, Nightcrawler, Colossus and Psylocke. Each one of these team members was a legend around the school. Rumour had it that Jean Grey was once the host of a cosmic force, but that was too far-fetched, even for tales of the X-Mens exploits. The two young girls exchanged glances. Dressed in their training uniforms, they felt out of place, and nervous. As the rest of the X-Men walked up into the Blackbird, Jean turned to the pair. 'Don't worry girls, we'll make sure the two of you stay safe. Storm, you'll provide us with cover from the Blackbird.' Storm nodded and headed up after the rest of the team. 'Rogue,' Jean continued. 'You'll take out any perimeter guards, then Kurt will teleport you back to the Blackbird. Don't worry, we'll keep in radio contact the whole time, so that we know you two are still safe, but also so that you two will know that we're safe.' Rogue smiled at Jean. The older woman always seemed to know what to say to calm the team down, even if they weren't going on a mission. 'Now get on board. Let's go and get Remy and Logan back.'
'I know you're there Cajun,' Sabertooth taunted. He prowled around the warehouse. Gambit had tempted Creed with the opportunity to kill him with his own hands. The only condition was that he was that it was done in a hunt style. Gambit was allowed in to the warehouse and Creed followed one minute later. His guards shut and locked the doors. There was no way for Gambit to leave.
'Well if ya know where I am, mon ami, come and get me,' Gambit called back. It had been easy to trick Creed into this 'hunt'. Gambit had looped his way back to the entrance, but had left his coat further into the warehouse. Creed was now following the scent of that, while Gambit had been busy. Whilst he had been dragged to the building, he had distracted the guard long enough to grab the key to the collar which restricted his power. He kept it hidden on his person, but he was determined to beat Creed on his own, without his powers help. He had instead been setting traps to place around all the boxes. With these made, he grabbed a broom, and silently broke off the handle. Having lost his own bo-staff (Sabertooth had it tucked in his coat, and Gambit was determined to get it back), he figured that the broom handle would have to do. Silently moving between the boxes, he placed the small traps every few meters. When that was done, he slipped quietly between the boxes and sat, waiting for Creed.
The Blackbird flew quickly over New York, following Cerebro's direction to where Wolverine and Gambit were being held. Rogue had been silent the whole trip, staring out of the window at the lights below. Nightcrawler stood next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, making her jump slightly.
'My apologies, Rogue. You seem distracted. Ist alle in Ordung?''Ah'm fine Mr Wagner,' Rogue replied. 'It's just that, Ah'm worried about Remy… Ah mean Mr LeBeau.'
'We are all concerned for our teammates, Luv,' Psylocke chimed in. 'but we must remain focused if we are to rescue them.'
'Betsy's right, Rogue,' Beast said from the co-pilots seat, turning to look at Rogue. 'But concern is always a good sign, especially when you do what we do. If you aren't concerned for your teammates, it is reasonable to believe that you are only concerned for yourself. And that can compromise the teams safety.'
'Cut the chatter people,' Cyclops said from the control panel. 'We're here. Land silently Jean, we don't want to let them know that we're here.' Jean turned to Storm. 'Okay, time for you to do your stuff.' Storm nodded and looked out the window, her eyes glowing white as she started to create a thick fog to cover their landing.
'You ready Rogue?' Psylocke now stood over the young girl, although she looked less harsh than she usually did. Rogue just nodded, and stood up.
'Stay close to me liebchen,' Kurt said. 'As soon as we take out any guards, we're getting you right back here.' Again Rogue just nodded, too nervous to say anything.
'OK, everybody ready?' Cyclops' voice was steady, despite the fact they were all going to face one of the deadliest mutants known to them. 'Move out.'
None of my traps have been activated yet thought Gambit. Either Creeds bein' real careful, or….. 'You really thought this would trick me?' He saw the coat land in front of him before he heard the voice. Looking up he saw Creed standing over him, claws poised to kill…