He and Bobby return to the warehouse, looking for anything they might have missed in their previous search.
Remy lifts rubble and climbs on top of crates. He combs every square inch carefully; thoroughly.
"Gambit?"
The Cajun spins around, and swallows at the sight of Rogue's belt and com-link in his teammate's hand.
"Wolverine's is over here, too. Whoever did this really doesn't want us to find them, huh?"
Gambit's crimson glare kills Bobby's attempt at humor on the spot, and he goes silent.
"Put those in some plastic. BĂȘte might be able to get some clues from them."
Iceman only nods; not liking the dark shadow that's been over his friend's face since Rogue's disappearance.
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