A/N: I'm so happy to have been put on so many story alerts! Thanks for your support guys. I didn't exactly like writing this chapter, but here you go. I am excited though to start the next one. Enjoy!

Have I mentioned how much I really dislike motorcycles? I thought once John decided to join Logan and me in our festivities we would have to revert back to my nice little car, but guess who owns a motorcycle? John Wraith of course. So once more, I found myself holding on to Logan for dear life, the only form of protection being a helmet far too large for my head. Because of the wind and the manner of transportation in general, I wasn't able to carry on a real conversation with either man, so I hunkered deeper into my jacket and locked my fingers together. I was not looking forward to this next leg of our journey…hopefully they chose a nicer hotel than I had previously.

In the meantime, I had little to do but go over all that had happened in the past five days. Our most recent conversation with Fred was foremost in my mind, so I closed my eyes and inhaled Logan's distinct scent as I tried to recall everything that had been said.

As soon as Logan thumped Fred on the head, the larger man was done. He could barely see straight and I wondered if he had received a concussion. Logan immediately moved close to Fred and shot out the metal blades forever lodged in his hands. "First of all bub," Logan began, "apologize to her." I shook my head in shock. Was this really going to be Logan's main concern? Someone needed to prioritize. But Fred sighed and mumbled something of an apology.

"No asshole…for everything." For a moment Fred look confused but finally he met my eyes.

"I am sorry, okay? You probably don't believe me, but know that you were one of us…the lucky ones." I frowned and stepped toward him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" It took all my will power not to slap him. How dare he tell me how lucky I was. I was kidnapped and watched those who meant the most to me die. Now I'm living under a false identity, once again, endangering those I care about. "What do you mean telling me how lucky I am?" I felt John's hand on my back and I turned toward him. "Are you hearing th-" I started, but John interrupted me.

"He's right, Nadia. I hate to say it, but he's right…" Logan stood up and wrenched his gaze from Fred's fallen figure. "We've done shit, man, I'm not proud of." He turned his gaze toward the floor and I could almost fell the shame rolling off him.

"What happened after we left, John?" Logan asked softly, eying me as a knelt down. I was quickly growing tired of all the mystery. What did happen that made John defend Fred's statements to me? What was it that made him so guilty?

"We hunted our own kind," he admitted finally. "There's a special place in Hell for the things we did, Logan." I stole a glance at Fred who was still sitting on the floor against one of the ring's corners. He didn't have the courage to meet my gaze so I focused back on John.

"I don't understand," I replied shaking my head. John swore and rubbed his forehead.

"Stryker said we were helping our country…putting away the bad ones, but they all started disappearing. They were experimenting on them Logan…"

Her Fred released a sigh, but John only chuckled gravely. "What? You never wondered what happened to them all?"

"I tried not to think about it!" Fred cried with a shudder. "Once you all left, Creed went nuts and Stryker let him. I wasn't about to get tangled up in that shit so I did what I was told and I kept my head down. And guess what? I survived. My number one goal and I made it. So fuck you and fuck them." We all stood in silence as Fred struggled to catch his breath and suddenly I felt very sorry for the man. Who would have thought that deep down he hated what he was doing almost as much as I did.

Kneeling down, I placed one hand on Fred's enormous arm and patted it softly. "Freddy," I started, but he ignored me. "Jesus, would you just look at me?" I cried forcefully. After a few moments his watery blue eyes met my dark brown ones. "Fred I'm not here to argue with you and believe it or not, I didn't come here to make fun of you. I'm here for one reason…the same reason Logan came to me. I want Stryker and I want him now.

"What they did to all those like us, they did to Logan and now everything that made him happy, just like everything that made me happy, is gone. Tell us what you know now and I swear to God I will never bother you again. Please." The silence was suffocating, but I stood my ground. Either Fred would help us or he wouldn't, but I wasn't going to beg.

And in the end, I didn't have too. He told us he had never heard where exactly all these experiments were being done or where the mutants were being kept, but he did hear one thing. Something about "The Island." While he had no idea what it meant, he knew about someone who would.

A few years ago, one of the mutants escaped and has been hiding out in New Orleans. Apparently he was known as quite the card player because the guard at The Island called him Gambit. His name though was Remy LeBeau and Remy LeBeau was the reason for this 27 hour trip to Louisiana. I swear to God, if this guy sent us to another person, or refused to help us in anyway, I would break his jaw. Frankly, I wasn't sure how much longer my lady parts would put up with Logan's motorcycle.