Tested

Disclaimer: Characters and Premise are borrowed from the Marvel, I'm not making any money.

Part 11

Remy screamed in agony as he fought. His friends, the team he'd led into this inferno, would be hurt if he lost it. Scott would have never forgiven him if he harmed his own team. Scott always maintained control. The X-Men would never be endangered by his power or by his emotions. His team was counting on him not loosing it. Scott would never forgive him if he failed.

Remy took control of the raw energy and swirling nuclei surrounding him and reversed his power, pushing electrons back to their orbits, forging bonds between atoms, cementing molecules into solids. Turning the blazing explosion of power off.

The nervous men surrounding Remy jumped back as the glow died and a thick, choking layer of dust fell out of the air where it had been. The naked body of the mutant responsible plummeted to the bottom of the depression he'd burned into the bedrock beneath the compound's floor. Half buried in the powder fine dust he lay still and silent, like a doll tossed aside by a careless child.

"Get him in the sensory deprivation tank before he wakes up!" Dr. Cornelius barked over the crackling of the intercom system.

The remaining personnel of the base's army glanced uncertainly at one another.

"Jonsas, Navarro get down there!" Cornelius growled picking out two of the debacle's survivors from the crowd. Cornelius couldn't help but shake his head in disgust, a strike force of five high schoolers and the pregnant teen they'd come to rescue had all but decimated his forces and only one of the six had any mutant powers worth noting, it never would have been like this during Weapon X's existence.

Tentatively the two men he'd volunteered sat with their legs dangling into the four meter deep, smooth sided, crater Remy had created. Sun light sparkled in the dust-laden air stealing in through the matching hole in the roof.

With a deep breath the men scooted forward, reaching the bottom of the pit in a controlled slide.

Cautiously they poked at Remy, when he didn't stir they quickly secured a rope around his torso and yelled for their compatriots to pull him up. Even before they began their own climb out of the pit Remy's unconscious body was hustled off to an undamaged portion of the sprawling facility and a sensory depravation tank Cornelius hoped would contain him.

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Nathan glanced over his shoulder at his passengers. "We're going to have to refuel soon, how's the boy doing?"

Delores paused in the middle of moving from Belle, who was curled up in her seat and had been unresponsive since regaining consciousness, to Pierre, who lay on the floor at the rear of the helicopter, his mind floating in a haze of drugs as his body labored to repair the damage the bullet had wrote. "Pierre's stable," she said. "He can hol' on 'till we get home."

Nathan nodded accepting her unspoken veto on hospitals without comment. "There's an airstrip in Compeche where they won't ask questions or remember us after we're gone. From there we'll fly across the Gulf and get you back to Louisiana."

Nathan looked from Lapin, who was staring back in the direction they'd come from, still absently picking at the flakes of dried blood clinging to his skin, to Singer, who was breaking down her machine gun, meticulously oiling each part and determinedly not looking back at her wounded boyfriend. Nathan wondered for the dozenth time what had possessed him to get involved in this disaster in the making then said, "This bird wasn't made with distance in mind, we'll need to dump any extraneous cargo. Can you two handle that?"

Singer looked happy to be given something to do. Lapin didn't acknowledge Nathan until the young Assassin nudged him back into awareness. "Shor, whatevah," he said disinterestedly.

When Nathan returned after purchasing fuel he found Belle had joined the other two teens. Upon seeing his surprised look, Belle said, "Dere be somet'ing dat needs doin' at home an' 'M eager to get to it."

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