"Da compound be below our feet." Kraia states.

"So what our next move Jackel?" Logan asks.

Back at the jet Scott, Jean, and Storm share confused looks. Shaking her head Storm lets out a worried sigh as she looks at Jean.

"Logan and Hank will watch her back." Storm states

"Yeah I mean all three of them share the same set of instincts. At least this way no matter what happens they wont have to hold back in fear of hurting us." Jean comments.

"Plus Kraia wont hurt Logan." Storm states as Scott says,

"Plus Logan wont hurt Kraia." looking at each other all three of them bust out laughing.

"Logan has a crush on Remy and Kraia...." Scott stops.

"Kraia and Remy have a crush on Logan. Remy and Kraia share everything even their emotions, they see no reason to hide them from each other but Logan having known them for so long has learned to hide his emotions from them." Jean states.

"Years of playing Remy in Poker and sparring Kraia in the Danger Room will do just that. What gets me is for at least three years now Kraia's uniform has had the King, Queen, and Jack of Hearts done in gold and red on the hip of her pants....so why hasn't Logan asked her about it? I mean he's seen her in her uniform enough times in the past three years." Storm asks.

"Yeah and if you noticed Remy had Forge and Dynamo make him three cards that could be charged up and not be destroyed...one guess what cards he asked for. The same three cards are done in red, gold, and black. He always wins at poker with those three cards, he always uses those three cards in the Danger Room and in the field." Jean states.

"I asked Logan once and he said that he asked both Cajuns and they said that Remy was the King of Hearts, Kraia the Queen, and that they had a Jack of Hearts. He never asked who it was thou." Scott laughs.

Back in the woods Logan, Hank and Kraia kneel down looking for a way into the compound. With a soft growl Kraia looks down at her feet then smiles.

"Jackel?" Hank asks.

"Dere!" Kraia states pointing to an area covered by brush.

"So that's how they got in and out of there....I see...." Hank pauses.

"Oui Bete und dat be our way in." Kraia states as she stands and lets her hair down.

"What ya thinking Kid?" Logan asks.

"Dat Jackel get in da same way Gambit und de Fur Ball did." Kraia states as she walks forward her gold on black cat eyes glittering.

"You are staring my friend." Hank laughs.

"Beauty meets deadly skill my friend Hank. Her looks CAN kill." Logan whispers smiling.

"Monsieurs! Dis silly fille be lost und be wondering if yall knew 'ow ta 'elp 'er?" Kraia whispers her eyes sad and her lips pouting.

"Sure thing Little Lady, what's your name?" the oldest guard asks

"Surely you can't be out here all by your lonesome?" the youngest guard asks. Looking over her shoulder she nods at Logan. Nodding back Logan stands and removes the top half of his uniform.

"Stay here, watch for the signal." Logan whispers as he joins Kraia.

" Names's James, this is my wife Jackel. We were..." Logan stops.

"What ma husband is saying is dat we saw dis beau jaguar. I took off ta follow it und James followed after me. Next ting we knew we be lost in dis massive jungle." Kraia laughs.

"There are some mighty beautiful creatures out here. Now where is your camp at?" the youngest asks.

"I'll show you, Jackel here is somewhat of an air head. Don't get me wrong I love you to death....but she's ditzy." Logan smiles wrapping his arm around her slender waist. Looking up in his eyes she smiles and slowly she slowly leans up and places a sweet, gentle, loving kiss to his gruff lips.

"So can ya 'elp us?" She asks batting her eyes. Nodding they turn around, with a smile she slides up behind the one guard. With a soft scraping sound s long metal blade projects out of the underside of her wrist and into the oldest guard's back.

"Ugg..." the oldest guard moans as he falls dead. Nodding Logan's claws pop out as he too slides them in to the youngest guard's back. As their metal blades slide back into their bodies Hank jumps out of the bushes and lands beside of the duo.

"Now that they are out of the way...." Hank pauses as Logan slides the top half of his uniform back on and zips it back up.

"We be able ta get in dere." Kraia replies as she walks inside.

"She's a brilliant but deadly girl my friend. Be careful my friend." Hank whispers as both men follow after her.

Deep inside the base Remy slowly wakes up only to find himself and Nightcrawler chained to the walls of their cells. With a soft moan he looks around only to find no guards are near by.

"MON DIEU!" Remy hisses as Nightcrawler slowly comes to.

"Gambit?" Nightcrawler asks.

"Oui mon ami?" Remy replies.

"Are they..." Nightcrawler stops.

"Oui dey be mon ami und dat Remy promises." Remy smiles as the teleporter looks up at him. His face is broken and bloody, the Cajun's chest is covered in deep cuts some from his ribs some from the beatings.

"So you're really going to ask 'er?" Kurt asks.

"Oui, Kraia und Remy 'ave been together fer almost douze ans now. Und dis Cajun gonna do da right ting und ask da most precious tings ta marry 'im." Remy smiles.

"Who's the other?" Kurt asks.

"Dat be a surprise mon ami." Remy smiles. Suddenly a loud bang is heard upstairs. Canting his head to the side Remy's grin widens.

"Dere 'ere non?" Kurt asks.

"Oui mon ami we soon be free." Remy grins.

Upstairs Logan is trapped in one corner, Hank in another and Kraia in the third one. Trapped one on thirty Kraia lets out a soft growl. Shaking her head she looks over at the other two and whistles.

"FUCK!" Logan growls.

"Oui, now cover your eyes mon amis. Kraia 'ave a way ta take care of dis." Kraia's thoughts echo in Hank and Logan's minds. Doing as they are told Logan and Hank close their eyes as a bright gold explosion goes off setting the normals a blaze in golden flames.

"You can look now mon amis. Kraia didn't want ya ta get 'urt." she states as she and Logan sniff the air.

"He's below us isn't he?" Hank asks.

"Oui,"

"Yeah," Kraia and Logan reply at the same time.

"Then how do we...." Hank pauses as Kraia's skeleton becomes a massive weapon. With a growl she begins to pound away at the ground creating a massive dent in the floor. Suddenly the floor begins to shake with a smile she stands as her skeleton retracts back into her body she looks at her friend.

"'old on mon amis." Kraia smiles as the floor collapses. Falling all three of them land on their feet in between the cages.

"Chere?" Remy asks his voice strained.

"Remy!" Kraia yelps as she pops the lock of the cell door. Walking inside the cell the blade on the underside of her wrist pops out. Carefully she slices the chains off of Remy.

A/N: more English to French words.

Douze 12

Mon Dieu My God

Monsieurs Sirs

Beau Beautiful

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