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POW!
The laser gun blew up without much effort. A blade came forward from the far wall and he jumped into a backwards flip to avoid it. He smirked and threw a glowing card toward the pole holding the blade. Gambit loved working out in the danger room. It was the perfect way to keep his senses sharp and hone his skills. Sometimes I amaze even myself he arrogantly mused with a grin as he initiated a few acrobatic movements to avoid another laser gun.
Suddenly, the training session shut down and the lights in the danger room came on. It had been a hard workout and he was breathing rapidly with sweat pouring down his face. But, he had expected it to last a while longer. Looking around and up to the control room, he saw Rogue standing there. She was breathtaking he thought with the light shining behind her, accenting her voluptuous form.
"Cher" he drew out in is best Cajun accent as he smiled widely at her. She pressed her lips together and made a slight smile back to him, doing her best not to show any concern on her face.
Suddenly, he noticed that Logan had moved forward and was standing behind her. Gambit's smile started to fade and he looked up at both of them with some confusion on his face. He was beginning to get the feeling that there may be a problem. Finally, the Professor rolled forward into the booth within Gambit's sight. The Cajun's smile was completely gone now, replaced with a frown and a furrow between his eyes.
"Dis can't be good" he said aloud as he moved out of the danger room to meet up with them. He suspected they would be waiting for him upstairs, probably in the study. That's where a lot of the serious conversations usually took place. Gambit hated the study.
As if they were aware of his thoughts, the three were waiting for him in the dreaded study as Gambit strolled in. Looking around, he caught sight of Rogue sitting in a chair beside the Professor. Wolverine was leaning against the bookshelf.
"Aah Gambit. Glad you could join us" the Professor tried to lighten the mood.
"Gambit get de feeling he have no choice." Remy shifted his eyes nervously. Then, as if he were talking with the head priest of the Catholic Church, Gambit started confessing all. "Look Professor, Gambit didn't mean to blow it up. It was an accident. When everyone had left on de field trip, t'ru de window Rogue was sunbat'ing and I know she t'ought she was alone, but, well, see, when she took off her bikini top…." he saw the look of confusion and shock on their faces and suddenly realized it was not about the Professor's prized porcelain vase.
"What? What do ya mean, swamp rat? You spying on me?" Rogue was quite aggravated now.
"Enough" the Professor interrupted. "We will discuss your behavior, and your payment schedule for replacing whatever you blew up later."
Gambit raised one eyebrow and smirked at Rogue. "Ya dirty dog" she hissed at him. Wolverine glared at the boy, a low growl coming out of his throat.
"Den, what's dis about Professor?" Remy wanted to change the subject and get the attention off of him.
"Gambit, we have a mission that we need you for. You will join Logan and Rogue to search for a young girl whose powers of phasing are growing beyond her capabilities to keep her molecules together" the Professor explained.
"Dat's all? Den, let's go." Gambit turned around and started heading for the door.
"Wait, Remy, there's something else." Rogue called after him to stop him from leaving the room.
Slightly cursing under his breath, he rolled his eyes and slowly turned around. He just knew he was about to get a lecture on the morality of spying on team mates.
"The girl you are looking for is currently living in New Orleans." The Professor made no attempt to ease into the subject, rather deciding that the best approach is the direct approach.
Gambit just looked at him with his mouth slightly open. He blinked a few times as he tried to wrap his mind around what the Professor had just said. Rogue could almost see the conflict taking place behind his piercing red eyes.
"N'AWLINS?! But, Professor, you know I can't go back daer." The distress in Gambit's face became quite apparent. "No. I won't do it."
"Now, sugah, calm down. We know ya have some concerns 'bout going back there. But, this little girl needs us now, and it will take longer if ya don't guide us." Rogue pleaded with him.
"Gambit t'ought someone died when he came in here and seen da look on your faces. But, now, I understand. You have dat look cause you know Gambit gonna die." He raised his hand and pointed to them as he made his accusations.
"Forget it Charles. Can't you see the boy's too scared. I can smell the fear on him and it's making me nauseous. We don't need him." Logan's look of disgust and announcement of smelling his fear made Remy feel ashamed.
Gambit looked at all three of them and then lowered his head while shaking it. He couldn't believe they were asking him to do this. Finally, he managed to tell them he would go. He turned to leave the room without glancing up, looking thoroughly defeated.
"We leave in one hour, bub" Logan snarled after him.