As soon as he reaches the other side he's scrambling to his feet and running for cover. He's aware that he may be setting off all kinds of alarms and triggers with his carelessness, but a sudden clenching of his heart is making him impatient.
Something is wrong. Very wrong. He's not sure exactly what, but he knows it has nothing to do with his current predicament and everything to do with Rogue.
He flattens himself against the cool brick of the establishment and listens for any commotion or voices.
Minutes pass and nothing happens; he's safe for now.
Glancing up, Remy gauges the distance from himself to the window, then throws his grappling hook up into the air.
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