Rouge ducked behind a large mass of bricks and cement that might have once resembled the roof of the house and pressed her back against it, taking a moment to reweigh the situation. The one MRD agent had moved a little bit farther away from Logan when Logan had started to give the man with the mask this look.

The look was feral spite mixed with some summing up.

Hell, if she had been the man, she would have backed up too.

The man with the mask stood perfectly still, as if he weren't even real… that is, his body wasn't moving, his mouth on the other hand…

"Pretty please Logan," The man continued. "Don't make me beg, man! I just want Rogue. And then I want control of my body back. And then I want to kidnap an elephant. But, let's start with Rogue."

Rogue listened to his edict and didn't know whether to find it funny or terrifying.

"Sir," One of the MRD agents hesitantly walked up to the man in the mask and she heard Logan snort when he addressed him as 'sir'. "We're going to run a scan for mutant activity."

The man in the mask swiveled his head to the man addressing him and Rogue rolled over the piece of the roof and crouched behind the infinitely smaller shell of a once-was grandfather clock.

"I find three things wrong with your statement, Chumly," The man adopted a false accent as he addressed the officer. "One, obviously you are going to find some sort of mutant activity in this house… it's a house for mutants. Two, what the hell kind of name is Chumly? And three, if I ever hear you address me as 'sir' again, I will make your outsides your insides. If it is completely necessary to address me formally, you may call me Captain Awesome Pants."

Was this man completely insane? Who would hire a crazy person to go after someone else?

Answer- other crazy people.

Not good, not good, not good. She chanted on the inside of her head.

She crawled forward on her hands and knees, trying to close the small gap between her and Logan.

"Logan." She whispered, now directly behind him, crouched low to the ground behind a pile of smoldering rock.

"Get out of here, kid." Logan growled, relying on Deadpool's distraction to keep him from being caught. "They're after you, don't worry about me, just get out."

"Stop being so dramatic." Rogue let a small, cheeky smile cross her lips. "I'll have you out of here in no time."

She started to crawl closer and closer to the man with the key and heard Logan mutter something about her being to stubborn for her own good behind her.

She rolled her eyes. Her stubbornness was working out in his favor right now, he better not be complaining when she got those cuffs off from around his wrists.

She smirked slightly to herself and paused for only a half a second before she reached out her hand to grab the key off of the MRD officer's belt. This was the only part of the plan where she was exposing herself enough to bee seen with a casual glance.

She took a deep breath and reached out her hand.

Three things happened simultaneously. A gun shot, a scream, and an all too familiar snikt.

-

"Rogue!" Shouted Logan as he nearly ripped his arms off struggling against his restraints.

The pain was obvious in Rogue's face as she shuddered slightly. A red splotch was growing across her back.

"Holy crap!" Deadpool exclaimed. "Rogue's a girl?" His legs moved him jerkily to where Rogue was. "A hot girl! This job just got so much better!" He turned his head wildly. "Who shot her?"

"Er…" The one addressed as Chumly stepped forward. "I did…. Captain… Awesome Pants…"

There was one lightning quick movement of silver and red and Chumly was no longer even remotely close to being in the realm of the living.

"Sorry," Deadpool apologized to the dead man. "I can't move my arms… but I would have killed you anyway… just as well, I suppose."

"Deadpool!" Logan yelled getting the masked man's attention.

He saw Rogue wince at his elevated voice and immediately regretted it.

"What?" Deadpool asked, slightly impatiently.

"Let me out of this and I'll show you what." Logan growled.

Deadpool contemplated this a moment. "That really sounds like fun Wolvie, but again with that whole I CAN'T MOVE MY ARMS thing. So, if you feel like fixing that any time in the near future, I'd be friggin ecstatic to let you chop me into little Deadpool, bite-sized pieces."

Logan jerked on of his arms with force enough to cut some of the skin.

"I don't think you're going to have to let me free." Logan let the rumble of his voice grow with hate and anger. His arms fell to his side, claws unsheathed, a pair of handcuffs that neutralized mutant powers hanging from his left wrist, and his bloody right hand dripping slightly on the floor. With one rough movement he cut off the cuffs and started to feel his right hand heal, but that was the last thing on his mind as he took out his feral aggression on the several dozen men surrounding him.

-

Remy crept into the open front part of the house; the bright sunlight hurt his eyes but he kept his objective in mind.

He had been stupid. He should have interviened.

He had seen Rogue hesitate slightly before reaching out her arm.

He had seen the man catch sight of her, obviously assuming it was just another mutant, the man pointed the gun at her.

It had taken an effort not to get in the way of that bullet. Or to kill the man who had pulled the trigger. Or to free Wolverine. All of those things had been done for him by other people.

He charged a card in his pocket and let it burst against his skin as a punishment.

When you did something wrong there was a punishment. That was the law he had grown up with. It had been enforced religiously. But now that there was no force oppressing him he still couldn't seem to stop himself. The punishment was deserved.

He had made a mistake.

The bigger the mistake, the bigger the punishment.

He looked around slowly as his silent feet kept moving him towards his target. Wolverine savagely tore away at hordes of men at a time, loosing himself to a more animal side but what he should have done first was gone to Rogue. The short Canadian had never been one for thinking ahead. Wolverine was thinking vengeance.

Remy was thinking salvation.

He bent over her when he reached her, he could feel the pain and anger that was boiling just underneath the surface of her smooth skin.

"How you feeling, chérie?" He looked into her fading green eyes with half a smile. This could have been avoided.

"Peachy." She hissed between clenched teeth, wincing with pain.

"Gambit gon' take care of you, chérie. Remember that." He mumbled to her as he lifted her into his arms.

Her eyes drooped dangerously and Remy had to keep mumbling made up stories to keep her conscious as he swiftly lifted her from the X-men's protection.

Not exactly according to plan thus far, but not exactly the worst it could possibly be.

Remy noticed that the back of her shirt was dyed red with blood.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Deadpool could feel the disconnect from his brain to his body. And that wasn't just because Wolverine had sliced off his legs; it was because of that stupid microchip.

If he ever found the person behind the controls, he was going to shoot them. In the balls. Four times. And if they were still alive, he was going to throw them off the top of a building into some thorny bushes. And if there weren't any thorny bushes at the bottom of the building, he'd plant some, shoot the guy four times, and then send his to his death via thornyness.

Oh yes… that's what he would do.

"Deadpool…" He heard someone growl, snapping him back to reality.

"Yes?" Deadpool drawled, wishing he could move his hand enough to scratch his back… and it wasn't even his back, it was that one part where, no matter how hard you try you just can't get the right angle on it to make the itch stop.

"Pay attention Wade!" Wolverine snapped, dragging Deadpool up to eye level by the front of his shirt. "I said, Where is Rogue?"

"Uno- Don't call me Wade, it makes me feel like a child again, and I blew a lot of things up hen I was a child, so I think that that wouldn't be in anyone's favor. Two- I have no idea where the hot chick went, but I'm pretty sure she didn't do it by herself considering she had a bullet in her spine. Trois, Can I have my legs back now?" Deadpool rambled. For some reason, he just felt a little empty without his legs.

Deadpool let his eyes wander around all of the dead MRD agents as Logan dropped him and sniffed around. The man was efficient.

"Tobacco, spices and lust." Logan muttered underneath his breath. "I wonder who that could be." He said sarcastically.

"Lust?" Deadpool piped up. "Whose lust? Hot girl's lust? I knew she couldn't resist me."

"Do you ever stop talking?" Wolverine inquired.

"Not to my knowledge." Deadpool admitted. "though there was this one time that I –."

"Shut up." Wolverine said bluntly and started to walk away.

"Wait! Logaaaaaan!" Deadpool whined. "Pretty, pretty please with dead puppies on top take out the microchip?" He begged.

Wolverine turned to him, taking him in for a moment. "Tell me everything you know?" Wolverine finally said.

"I would have done that anyway." Deadpool scoffed.

Wolverine rolled his eyes. "I am going to regret this." He mumbled as he walked over to Deadpool. "Where is it?"

"Base of the spine."

Wolverine rolled his eyes to the heavens, said something that sounded like a short prayer and a 'Why me?' mixed together, took a deep breath, and then stabbed Deadpool in the ass.