The Escape

A/N: So...yeah, here's the update... Not gonna say much otherwise I'll give the entire chapter away

Disclaimer: Obviously if I owned the X-Men, this wouldn't just be a piece of fanfiction, but would of be X-Men II...

Calliann: That's okay, yay for bias people! Specially ones rooting for Gambit and Rogue
GambitGirl2008: True but I have something better in store for him
Leafee: Yay another miracle! Even if it took a long time for it... No one threatened me this though! I updated all on my own -proud-
MJK: I know, it's been a long wait...I'm bad... But Logan will get his, and I know you'll be happy with the outcome
Sweety8587: We'll make 8 ways to Sunday just so we can kick Logan to them -nods-
Devonshirelass: Sorry I needed a bad guy, and Scott wouldn't be much of a threat to Gambit for Rogue's heart. Poor Scott, everyone seems to hate him... Or at least not be threatened by him...
Talium: Evil aren't I? : ) This should make up for the terrible wait
Baude(SCaliGirlHK): Thanks I do try! Glad you're loving it
Fudgebrowne: Hehe...opps? I know it took a while, but I was...lazy...I'll go sit in the corner now...
Orion Kohaishu: -Hands you a folded up newspaper- Usually if you hit them on the nose they'll behave :D
Bubble1612: -Grabs a flamethrower and joins you- Onward Ho! (hehe I said ho)
Chica De Los Ojos: Here's the update, bit lacking on the ASAP though...sorry
Silverbells: LoL I do like the idea of Logan getting his booty kicked
Coldflamez: Far be it from me to keep you in suspense anylonger
Roguechere: Thanks, it's been several years in the process
GoTh-GrL-RoGuE: LoL Don't worry he'll get what's coming to him
Quing: Here's the more, and then some
Shi Kuru: LoL this is a little late, so hopefully you haven't gone and knocked down the door to the pentagon
xtreme2004: Here you go!
Ashnan: Uh... :
Loganfan: Well this chapter is basically all about Gambit so...
HazleSilver: hehe. Taken me a while hasn't it?

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Sighing to himself Gambit leaned against the metal bars of his cell, his arms hanging over the edge. It had been hours since they threw him in this god forsaken cell. Guess dat general wasn't kiddin' when he said he was gonna have me spend some time in 'ere. Lifting his head up, he yelled down the corridor. "Hey mon ami! Can ya get me some cards?"

"You kidding me?" The guard yelled over his shoulder back towards where Gambit's cell was. "What? You think we're stupid or something!"

Gambit rolled his eyes while muttering under his breath, "Somethin' like dat mon ami."

"What did you say!"

Sighing, Gambit shouted back a response, "I said, 'Not like I can even use my powers, mon ami. So what harm will a deck o' cards do?'"

"..."

"I'm bored ov'ah 'ere!"

"Shut up! That's the last time I'm gonna say it!"

"...Jus' half a deck den!"

"No! You're not getting any cards!"

"Not like I can do nothin' wit' dem! So dere ain't no harm!"

"My bosses would have my head!"

"It's inhuman not ta give a prisoner cards!"

"Shut up!"

"Aw come on, I jus' want a deck o' cards is all. Ya gonna deny me dat?"

"Will it make you shut the hell up?"

"...If'n I say yes, ya gonna give me da cards?"

Gambit heard the guard sigh, but no answer ever came. Just when he was about to shout for some cards again, the guard turned the corner. "Here! Just...stay quiet! For God's sake!" He practically screamed as he handed the cards to Remy.

Remy smirked to himself, and yelled out a thanks when the guard finally turned the corner, and received a volatile yell in response. Gambit calmly walked from his cell gate, and sat down on his cot and happily opened the pack of cards. Sliding out the entire deck he shuffled them in his hands to get a feel for the new deck. Cutting the deck he let out a small chuckle as the Joker, his trade mark card, stared up at him grinning.

Pocketing the cards, Gambit reached down into his boot and lifted off a little flap of rubber which successfully covered a hidden compartment that could hold a small pick. Perfect for what I need Moving his hand to his neck, knowing that the camera that was set up in his room wasn't able to see him, he set to work on removing the damned control collar. Remy smiled upon the familiar sound of a lock snapping open. Sliding the collar off, he spun it around on his pointer finger. "Hey guard!"

"WHAT!"

"Come 'ere!"

"...I thought you were gonna shut the fuck up!"

"It be important!"

Grunting the guard got out of his chair and made his way to Gambit's cell. "What is wrong with y-" He stared wide eyed as he looked at Gambit. Who was calmly sitting ontop of his cot . "What the fuck! How'd you get out of the collar! You-"

Before the poor and sad guard had a chance to even finish his sentence Remy had the collar charged and flying through the air. The guard flew back against the wall with a sickening thud as the cell gate blew to pieces. Making his way through the debris of what remained of his cell Gambit walked over to where the guard laid. Crouching down he stole the guard's keys and access cards from him.

"Au ruvoir mon ami. Nice talkin' ta ya." Gambit said with a wink and wave of his hand as he walked away.

Running down the hallway as fast as his legs could carry him, he prayed to God that he was headed in the right direction, and wouldn't end up in some 'Supersoldier Training Room'. Making a sharp right Gambit was glad to find that there wasn't a miniature army waiting for him. Quickly scanning the room labels on the doorways, Remy continued to look for some way out of the facility.

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Gambit slowed down at the sound of footsteps up ahead of him. Thanks to his years of training to become the prince of thieves, he was able to distinguish that the set of footsteps ahead of him, consisted of only one person. Waiting for the right moment, he jumped out into view and tackled the man to the ground.

Twisting the man's arm behind his back, Remy was surprised to see that it was none other then the general. He slammed his fist into the man's jaw, "Fuckin' asshole!" The General's head snapped to the side, and he tried to get away from the Ragin' Cajun, but he was stopped with Gambit grabbed a hold of his jacket shirt and lifted him up only to slam the general into the wall of the hallway. "Ya condamner batard."

The General only stared Gambit in the eyes, despite his best efforts, his fear was obvious to Remy. "Ya think I didn't see dat file! I know ya are plannin', an' if'n ya even think o' goin' aft'ah da X-Men-- Non, ya think o' comin' aft'ah any mutant. An I will hunt ya down, comprendez?"

The General merely nodded, too afraid to do anything else.

Smirking in disgust Gambit, shoved the General down onto the ground, "Ya ain't so big an' powerful wit' out ya gaurds around, are ya?" Gambit turned and started making his way once again down the corridors.

Once Remy was gone from view, Vladamir, wiped the blood from his lip. Staring down at the blood which was now on his hand, he snarled in anger, and pulled out a small metal object with a large red button on the very top. Pressing the button, almost immediately the alarms went off, and the hallways began flashing red in a warning.

Taking a quick look behind him, Remy started out for a mad dash down the long corridor.

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Running into a door that had been labeled GARAGE, Remy unfortunatly came face to face with the barrel of some random soldier's gun. "Freeze right there!"

"Sorry mes amies, mais, mon amour kill me if I'm any later." Turning, Gambit ran between the cars and other vehicles, zigzagging as he heard the booming bangs from the guns, as the men fired at him.

Hurriedly Remy dodged the rogue bullets that whizzed by his head, dropping down he slid on the ground beneath one of the many vehicles that were being held in the garage. Jumping into a crouching position, so that the guards who where chasing him wouldn't spot him, he took a look around at the vehicles surrounding him. His attention was immediately drawn to a black looking mustang with silver streaks blazing across the sides. Hmph, must be a new model...

Smiling, he sliently crawled towards the car, so as to go unnoticed by the guards. Pulling out the pick he had used earlier from it's hiding place in his shoe, he had the car door unlocked within moments. Sliding in he set to work on hot wiring the car, when he heard several voices approaching.

"I want groups of three, spread out and find this son of a bitch!"

Gambit smirked to himself, Sounds like da general ain't to happy. As the engine roared to life he looked up to the see the shocked expression of the general and several of his soldiers as they turned and stared at him through the windshield. Smiling at the men, Gambit slammed his foot on the brakes and practically flew out of the garage. The general and his men hurriedly jumped out of the way of the car.

As Gambit drove through the garage doors, which were still closed at the time, the general jumped to his feet and screamed at the top of his lungs. "That BASTARD stole my car!" The soldiers who had followed the general just looked at each other, each a bit weary due to the general's outburst. The stared at the men, his eyes looking as if they've tripled in size. "Well, what in the hell are you waiting for? Go get him!"

The men piled into the remaining vehicles in the garage, and went off in pursuit of the Ragin Cajun.

Gambit sped down the road that lead out of the military base. Looking into the review mirror he noticed the convoy of army trucks in hot pursuit. Grinning to himself, he placed his hand on the shift, "Let's see what dis baby can do, hien?"

Pulling the car into gear, Gambit practically flew down the torn and tattered road. He couldn't help but laugh when he noticed the cars quickly disappearing in the review mirror. Although it was short lived when the vehicles in pursuit quickly caught up and were once again on his tail.

"Fine, all y'all wanna play. Gambit be more den happy ta play." Making a quick turn, the car went swerving off the road, and onto the side. Which sent up a huge trail of dust, as he continued driving along the wild terrain.

About half the cars rammed into one another as the sand and dust disrupted their view, the other half merely dodged them and followed Gambit into the unknown. The chase, despite the flying dust disrrupting the view of the soldiers, was pretty tame for Gambit's liking. He had once been chased all through New Orleans, on half a tank of gas, while going over 120 mph, all for a skipped meal at one of the fanciest resturants Lady Orleans had to offer. Wasn't his fault the waiter didn't know he was the Prince of Theives, and had called the cops, after getting his license plate. Too bad his date hadn't seen it that way.

Getting bored, Gambit decided to see what kind of 'features' the heap of junk he was driving had. Pressing a random button, he frowned when nothing happened. Little did he know, the trunk hood just flew off to the side, while a motorized machine gun, appeared and faced the direction of the soldiers in pursuit. The men in the cars, quickly swerved to the side, so they could avoid any fire in their direction. Pressing another button, Gambit quickly looked behind him as he heard the familar sound of gun fire. To his surprise he didn't see the soldiers shooting at him, rather the soldiers being shot at. Letting out an amused laugh, Gambit savored the moment as best as he could, he doubted he'd see another look like that on the General's face as his own car shot at him.

Unfortunately Gambit was so wrapped up in watching the pursuing men, that he didn't notice the quickly approached man made lake. Turning around, his amusment was ripped away as he noticed the water. Moving without thinking, he slammed his entire hand down on the button pad, hoping for an ejection seat or something. Since, drowning in a lake wasn't in his list of things to do.

Clenching his eyes shut, Remy prepared for the sure impact of the car slamming into the lake. Only to his surprise it never came. Slowly opening his eyes, he was pleasantly shocked to find that the car was floating on the water. He smiled to himself, Deui! Lady Luck, mon chere, Remy can't tell ya how much I be owin' ya!

The vehicles that were chasing the red eyed devil came to a screeching halt, barely stopping in time from falling into the lakes. The General's eyes narrowed as he watched his car fade off into the distance, letting out a barely audible growl to himself. Pulling out a walkie talkie he called for an air strike to stop Gambit dead in his tracks.

Almost immediately two armed helicopters appeared over the horizon headed for Gambit who was still speeding across the lake. Once they had him in sight, the officers in the helicopters suddenly opened fire.

Gambit began zigzagging as best he could on water to keep from being hit. Struggling to maintain control over the car-boat thingie, he grunted with effort as he twisted the steering wheel, so that he completely turned the vehicle around. Pressing a random button, to his pleasant surprise a missile shot out of one of the headlights and hit the helicopter to his right.

Unfortunately Gambit had no idea what button he had just pressed, so as he searched for the button once again, the other helicopter resumed it's firing, causing Gambit to cut his search short, and turn the vehicle around.

Once again beginning the chase, Gambit headed towards what appeared to be a forest to try and escape. Unfortunately for him the helicopter was quick to follow suit. As Gambit raced along the water, the helicopter continued its firing. And just as he was about to reach the shores edge, the unthinkable happened. They blew out one of the left engines, causing the vehicle to spin out of control.

Cursing as loud as he could Gambit grabbed the wheel and tried in vain attempt to save his life from certain death. Unfortunately he realized that his attempt was useless, as the approaching trees grew closer and closer. Clenching his eyes shut, he silently whispered to himself, "I'm sorry chere."

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