<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jD6mILIYV5k/T01qcLHu2tI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/W3yY5yA1HBw/s1600/Gambit.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>        Remy LeBeau<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          <strong>Gambit</strong><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance, X-men, himself<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   New York<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Streak, Colossus, Captain America, Spider-Man <br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>With a flick of his wrist the bo-staff was back in place. Gambit twirled the weapon and waited, watching the ravens with a grim expression on his face. Whatever they brought, he was ready to kill. Flamboyantly, naturally, but if a raven claw so much as scratched hisRussian friend, they'd have raven gumbo for supper.<br/><br/>Then the birds disappeared, revealing a woman. Not just any woman, a<i>nude</i>woman. And a beautiful one at that. Gambit had mere seconds to reach that conclusion before she fell to her knees, but one second had ever been plenty for the Cajun's well trained eye.<br/><br/>The sobs and pleas were a bit much but despite his flirtatious manners the X-man wasn't made of stone. He'd been on the verge of yielding when Piotr gave the final shove and produced a syringe that confirmed at least part of the woman's story.<br/><br/>Gambit secured the staff away and shrugged out of his coat, holding the sturdy garment out towards the woman. "As long as you play us fair, you will be safe here, petite," he reassured her. "Here, put this on."<br/><br/>Then Magneto landed in their midst and all thoughts of gallantry faded from the Cajun's mind.<br/><br/>"YOU!" He bellowed, reflexively reaching for his coat's inner pocket when he remembered he'd given it to the woman. No matter. He had plenty cards to spare. But the delay had cooled his temper sufficiently to notice Lehnsherr wasn't attacking... Yet.<br/><br/>Gambit remained on guard while Magneto explained himself. When the other stated to be on their side, the Cajun snorted.  "Only fools trust the likes of you," he said. "And Gambit is no fool."<br/><br/>He tore his gaze away from his old enemy and turned to the woman, who presented a far more pleasing sight. "Forgive me. I need my cards and then perhaps I can take you shopping, no? You will need clothes and I've been told to have good taste." And he wanted his coat back. He was willing to lend it to the girl for now, but the sooner he felt its weight back upon his shoulders, the better.<br/>