<div class="floatleft">(http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070205194061/marveldatabase/images/thumb/7/74/Gambit_16.jpg/200px-Gambit_16.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Remy LeBeau aka Gambit<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Weapon-X Facility<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Brown trench coat, midnight blue armoring<br/><hr/>Again Remy remains fixed in place, glaring at the security monitors with those cold, cruel blackened eyes and shaking, clenched fists as if they had made some personal insult. The sudden surge of rage that had prickled within the Cajun thief does not immediately subside, even when Piotr moves out of the camera’s range to do whatever it is the imbecile intends to accomplish. Privately, Remy hopes the titanic mutant meets with some new Sentinel that thoroughly thrashes him. Going so far as hoping for a mortal wound or fatality would result in disappointment, but should Piotr suffer such a fate Remy would not suffer even the tiniest hint of remorse. In fact he just might dance a jig out of sheer jubilation. Though Remy and Anna Marie are no longer together, he cannot help but still feel those lingering pangs of a love lost and gone.<br/><br/>Several minutes pass as he watches the screens and contemplates his next move. Despite emotions running high and strong, emotions of mingled hatred, bitterness, and the thinnest ray of hope, Remy decides he should play his part in the facility’s demolition. It would seem as though Kurt had already placed charges in areas of the compound, Logan and Piotr are going on their own rampages, and the Avengers are wreaking havoc all over the place. Still, a few more explosions never hurt anybody. In fact he had been told several times fireworks are always fun to watch. From inside his trench coat the master thief draws all three decks of cards from their pocket. The familiar feel of their printed paper against his skin acts like a calming effect, granting him a moment of clarity before he feels something tug at his jacket.<br/><br/>“<em>Come along Cajun. Play night and perhaps I will let you buy me dinner, yes?</em>” are the dulcet tones speaking from over his right shoulder. Only one person could ever sneak up on him like that, and that one person is perhaps the only one he wouldn’t attack out of reflex for doing so. A grin spreads across the man’s lips, exposing a few of his pearly whites.<br/><br/>“Only if you promise to wear that outfit,<em>ma ami</em>,” Remy says through his smirk, shuffling all three decks of cards at once in a single neat arch. As each card grazes his fingertips they are instantly charged with his mutant powers able to convert any object’s potential energy into highly volatile kinetic energy. Each card blazes into a shockingly bright magenta aura, giving the security room and Remy a strangely eerie silhouette. He allows a few of the cards to flutter to the ground and across the security consoles.<br/><br/>“Aye love. I’ll be out shortly,” he comments as he strolls casually out of the security room, continually allowing more and more of the charged playing cards to carelessly flutter around the hallways and corridors, littering the walkways until he runs out of toys to leave behind. Remy makes his way without event to the ventilation shaft he used to enter the compound, and that too shall be his exit when the time is right. For now he waits for the others to rendezvous before he proceeds with evacuation.