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You guys were totally awesome in answering the call of 15 reviews, they just poured in! One moment, there were only 9, then an hour later, BOOM, 15 reviews! I thought it was a glitch until I read them all. So, here's your reward, chapter 5 on the double!

Take Your Shirt Off

"Scheiβe," Kurt hissed. "Nobody move."

"Stop talking! You are intruders in Guantanamo Bay, and you are stealing top secret classified information. You will face a lifetime in prison when you are charged." One of the guards stated, leveling his gun's muzzle with Kurt's forehead. Behind his back, his tail was slowly drawing a knife.

When I pull the knife, everyone attack, Kurt thought to Jean, who spread the message. Their eyes were trained on Kurt's tail.

"Ach, mein Freund, zere's ze problem. I'm terribly afraid zat ve von't ever be charged, so no need to get cells ready. Justice may be fast, but my knife is faster!" Kurt drew the knife and flung it at the guard, hitting him in the forehead. All Hell broke loose. Kitty grabbed the papers and started phasing through the computers, frying them, and looking for a way out. Kurt had rapidly expended his knives and had Blitz and Blut out, glinting in the harsh light.

Scott mowed down six guards with one blast and Jean was destroying the weapons as she bashed the guards' heads against the walls. More guards were at the ready, and blocking the exit. Blades whirring in a deadly figure-eight, Kurt ran toward the door and cut a path through the onslaught of guards, blood spattering on his coat.

"Move!" he shouted, and the others were quick to follow his path. Rogue had taken her gloves off and was touching to kill, taking all life force from the guards, then she drew her gun and started firing. Kitty was dealing out vicious kicks and had drawn one of her daggers, papers clutched in the other hand. She stabbed a guard in the throat and kicked his body away before being choked from behind by another guard.

Kitty let out a strangled screech, but Jean, Scott, Rogue, and Evan kept bashing, blasting, spiking and shooting the guards out of the way. Kurt wheeled around as the guards converged on Kitty and the papers. He beheaded three with a swipe of Blitz, then impaled another two with Blut. He swung his blades on a heavy sideswipe and pushed the guards out of the way, shaking them off his swords before thrusting both swords through Kitty's captor and pushing her forwards with the flat of Blitz.

"Get out of here!" he bellowed, and Kitty was quick to obey, leaping over the bodies of the guards, following the rest of the Gloves. Evan had spiked any cameras in the hall on the way out, Kurt hot on his tail with Kitty, when he realized the Gloves were heading farther in to the base.

"Turn around! Turn around, verdammt! You're heading farzer in!" Kurt yelled, wheeling around and sprinting down the hall in the opposite direction. Guards that were obviously Special Forces appeared out of auxiliary hallways ahead of Kurt, armed with riot shields. He pitied them for a fraction of a second. They thought they were safe.

With an animalistic snarl, he leapt on them, blades singing with the speed he dealed death with. A SF guard caught his blades locked in a cross on the muzzle of his gun, holding them as Kurt strained against physics to free his swords. The guard was about to deal an underhanded kick, but Kurt beat him to it with a dagger to the gut. His swords ripped free and he raced down the hallway when he burst through a wall into fresh air in an alley between two buildings, the rest of the Gloves following through the smoking hole Scott had blast.

It was midnight black, thunder cracking and lightning illuminating the trees swaying like mere stalks of grass in the gale. Kurt heard the click of safety being pulled above the wind and pulled his pistol, aimed on hearing and fired, and when he smelled blood he knew he hit the guard. Continuing on, Rogue dealed heavy shots to rooftop guards as well as Scott, and Jean disabled any security blocks ahead. Evan shot blindly, hitting wall-mounted cameras as well as guards as he ran.

A spike whistled dangerously close to Kurt's ear, but he turned a corner and dead stopped, Kitty running into him.

"What? Keep running!" Kitty screeched, looking back at the advancing guards. Kurt shook his head. Before them stood an army of soldiers and guards, filling the fifty yards to the south entrance.

"That's not good." Evan said, but pushed Kurt forward as the guards behind them neared. "Go, man, do something!"

"Gott, have mercy," Kurt whispered before screaming and throwing daggers at the front line of soldiers, accompanied by spikes and bullets and lasers from his gang. With a vicious cross stroke, Kurt plowed down ten men and kept going, stabbing with the dagger in his tail, sheathing Blut deftly and pulling his pistol, alternately shooting and slashing.

As his pistol ran out of ammo, he hurled it like a boomerang and hit a soldier in the head, then redrew Blut with a cry of victory. Shots rang out, and they weren't the 44. caliber of Rogue's guns. They were rifle shots. In the darkness, the sharpshooters were flailing, hitting their own soldiers. There was a high feminine shriek, and Kurt instinctively knew it wasn't Rogue or Jean. He backflipped over a guard and kicked him in the face on the way down, sheathing Blitz and Blut. Kurt galloped to where Kitty lay, the smell of blood heavy in the pitch black.

"Vy didn't you phase!" Kurt demanded angrily, scooping Kitty up and using his tail to draw Blitz. Guards fell on Evan's spikes ahead of Kurt, who leapt over them like a cavaletti, and Jean parted the remaining guards with telekinesis, now flying above the Gloves, sending out fatal blasts of energy. Kurt blazed through the south entrance, throwing his remaining two daggers at the guards in the tower before ducking into the cover of the forest. He stopped suddenly and Scott plowed into him, knocking him over. Kurt rolled on impact, cradling the injured Kitty's head.

"All here?" Kurt asked, voice heavy with exhaustion. He heard panting, but he couldn't identify individuals.

"Yeah," Rogue said, falling down, her chest heaving.

"Huh," Evan grunted, doubled over.

"Ditto," Scott mumbled, wiping the sweat off his forehead, thoroughly out of breath.

"Mm," Jean groaned, leaning heavily on a tree.

"Good. Ve have to get out of here. You still have the papers, Kätzchen?" Kurt asked, almost tenderly.

"Don't you use that tone of voice with me," Kitty snapped, hitting Kurt upside the head with the papers.

"I'll take zat as a yes," Kurt grumbled. He heard a tired laugh from the others. "Grab my tail."

Kurt felt four pairs of hands gripping his tail.

There was a hot flash as they all dropped heavily to the floor of the hotel room. There was silence as they all waited for Kurt to give the order.

"Guys, he's not breathing," Kitty's voice steadily rose in pitch. Then she squealed in pain. Jean crawled over and felt for a pulse.

"Shit! Anybody know CPR? !" She demanded. Nobody moved a muscle, not even Kitty.

"He's dead now, we don't have to kill him. Just another load off my back," Scott said, speaking everybody's mind.

"You're all so horrible! Come on, he saved our asses back there! Where would we be without him? Kitty dying of a gunshot wound back at GITMO 'cuz nobody other than Kurt bothered to pick her up, and we'd all be in a cell!" Jean pleaded. Finally Rogue sat up and crawled forward, towards Kurt.

She performed the CPR, then sat back quickly and wiped her lips off.

"He taysts lahke blood. Disgustin'." She commented, spitting a couple of times. Kurt coughed hard a couple times, struggling with the blackness of extreme exhaustion threatening to pull him under.

"Vasser[1]," Kurt panted. Rogue cocked her head.

"What?"

"Vater," he choked. Jean leaped up and grabbed a bottle of water from her briefcase. She poured half of it on Kurt's face by accident, making him sit up suddenly.

"Not on my face, smart one! I don't drink by osmosis! Gimme zat bottle!" He snatched it from Jean's hand and downed it in one gulp. "I zought I vas gonna die," he confessed. Everyone stayed silent.

"Scott wanted you to die," Kitty confessed suddenly, quietly. Kurt turned an accusing glare on Scott, but let it drop quickly.

"He's vanted me dead for a lot longer time zan just GITMO." He stated. "Did ve get vat ve need?"

"Yeah, more or less," Kitty shrugged, then grimaced.

"Vere did you get hit?" Kurt asked. Kitty pointed to her left shoulder. "Hurts real bad?"

"Yes," she hissed as Kurt poked her shoulder.

"Verdammt, I left all my daggers at GITMO," Kurt realized. "Ach, vell. It's adamantium more zan ze dagger."

"What?" Evan asked from behind Kurt.

"Adamantium reacts viz ze mutant gene and stimulates increased healing temporarily," Kurt explained. Evan nodded.

"Do you have adamantium?" Jean asked. Kurt nodded and drew Blut.

"Take off your shirt, Keety." He said.

"What? No!" Kitty protested. Kurt sighed.

"You honestly zink I haven't seen a voman's chest before?" he asked with a touch of humor.

"Can't you heal me with a shirt on?"

"Sorry, nein, it has to be skin contact. Now take your shirt off." Kitty, her face red with blush, took her shirt off, but flinched as Kurt brought Blut close to her wound.

"Will it hurt?" she asked, just like a little kid about to get a shot.

"It von't be pleasant, if zat's vat you're asking." Kurt said, moving her hand away from her shoulder and pressing the flat of the blade to her wound. Kitty's eyes shot open and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Kurt removed the blade and quirked an eyebrow.

"Shall I continue?" Kitty nodded. Kurt pressed the blade to the other side of her shoulder, then finished the front of her shoulder. "Not kvite good as new, but useable."

"Thank you," Kitty said, putting her shirt back on quickly. There, now that wasn't so bad. He didn't molest you. Kitty thought, blush coming back to her cheeks. Of course he wouldn't, he's got your best intentions in mind. Or does he? He seems to know . . .

Jean cocked her head at Kitty, who made her mind go blank immediately, thinking about Taylor Swift. There was an awkward silence, then Kurt staggered up and the rest of the Gloves stood.

"I don't know about you all, but I am kvite sick of Cuba."

[1] That's the German word for water, FYI, but it's actually spelled "Wasser" I spelled it with a v so you'd know how it's pronounced.

Yayz, chapter 5. I know you all are super reviewers, so I want 20 (maybe 21) reviews before chapter 6. I know you can do it. You'll probably have 21 by the time I check up on this again . . . but chapter six will take longer, due to the fact I'll be away most of tomorrow. So, I'll put it up ASAP, but I've got to have those magic 20! Love you all, I know you can do it!

So so sorry for the confusion! Thank you for pointing this out, FrankandJoe3, but I only want 20 total reviews! Not 20 reviews on one chapter! Whoo! Sorry! Once again, just a misunderstanding!