As the blackbird achieved 30 000ft. The forward momentum increased, sending the alien advanced jet hurtling to it's distenation at incredable speed. Cyclops piloted the aircraft, while Wolverine had comfortabley slid into the co-pilots seat. Gambit had chosen to sit by the window, staring out sightlessly. The manner in which he sat, suggestion to one that he was relaxed. Lazily lounging as if this was a daily chore, that he'd eventually have to do. Psylocke on the other hand sat straight in her chair, looking the part of the well brought up english lady. Though the red ninja stipe down her eye, and skimpy purple battle suit, would argue otherwise.

Nothing about this mission seemed to pose great physical harm to the three mutants. Infact, if all went well, nobody would be the wiser that they had been there at all.

" Cyclops, a situation has just arisen in Washington. " Storms regal voice broke through the radio, clear as a cloudless night sky.

Upon hearing Storms voice in the cockpit, Gambit got up and walked down to the head of the jet, Psylocke a step behind.

" Continue Storm. "

" Cerebo has positively identified the Marouders near the Metro Lab visinity. "

" Sinister... " The name hissed through Cyclops lips.

" Indeed. The rest of the team and I, are on our way to intercept them now. "

" The Mini jet isn't big enough.. " he was thinking out loud, when Wolverine rudely interupted him.

" Go Cyke, not like we need an escort. "

" Oui. Monsuier Logan is right, wit Gambit along it go smooth as silk. " Remy's notorius lopsided grin played across his face. " When we don' we jus' wait fo' y' at de rondevouz site. "

Pyslocke cut into the conversation. " Or we could come with you, beat the Marouders who, in the end will disapear out of our grasp, and like usuall, we won't even come face to face with Sinister. Which means, we end up never coming out here to check this base out. That, in the long run, will give us a powerful opposition to contend with. "

Cyclops thought about this for a breif moment, and had to admit, she had a very good point. " Alright, Storm, I'll be there with the blackbird in fifteen minutes. "

Storm consented with this, and signed off. They could afford to wait, since the Maruaders were not yet in Metro Labs. If they were lucky, the X-Men would be able to get them just as they were vacating the building. Minimizing direct damage to the lab itself. Cyclops droped his three comrades off where he would pick them up again in four hours, if all went well on both ends.

Taking a minute to watch the blackbird fly off in the direction they came, Wolverine took the lead, and headed for the F.O.H's new base. But not before Gambit leisurely stretched, as if he'd just awoken for the second time that day. They bush wacked thier way through the denses forest, daylight had already faded, and the late dusk retreating to the overwhelming black of night. Wolverines keen sense of direction, the only navigational tool at hand.

When Logan breached the end of the trees, and the begining of patroled grounds, they all stoped and squated. Now fully dark out, the night concealed and sheltered them, but at the same time limiting sight. Gambit's night eyes compensated him, as did Wolverines sense of smell and hearing, painting a picture to him, more colorful then sight itself. Psylocked reached out with her mind, locating individuals near there location.

" Dis to easy mon ami " Wispered Remy, as he looked out at the lighty guarded grounds, where at the moment, three heavily armed gaurds walked.

" Non fense. . . non lase's, jus' 'uman pitbulls. "

Wolverine watched the three armed men awhile, before he spoke. " Thier walking a pattern, big mistake bubs. " To Wolverine this was a stupid mistake, a mistake made by prey.

Infront of them Loomed, what looked like a big warehouse, one story high. The main doors, off to one side, where sentineled by two of the same kind of guards that roamed the grounds. A few yards to the left stood another building, one shaped to house transportation vicheals. But beyond this however, was a mystery.

" Gumbo ge' yer butt inta that buildin' " Wolverine said pointing to the warehouse. " Psylocke see if you can get in through the roof. I'm going to see what's round back, we meet back here in fifty mins. "

" Gambit need only 'alf dat time. " Gambit mockingly retorted. And with that, they all went thier seperate ways.

Gambit slinked through the shadows, which was fairly easy since the area around the F.O.H base, was lighted poorely to nill. His path crossed that of the unfortunate guard, who's expensive weapons and fantsy black fatigues didn't help an ounce. Gambit delivered a silencing blow to the head, with a quick and efficient kick.

" Should 'ave paid de extra fo' de 'elmet mon ami. " His remark went unanswered as he kept to his original path to a side door, he hoped would be there. After all, what was a viable headquaters without emergancy exits?

Wolverine stalked the bushes, without a snapping twig, or rustle of fallen leaf, he continued his walk all the way around, to the back of the huge bland building. Leaving any guards he came accross unharmed, he needn't silence a potential alarm, for no one as of yet had even noticed he was walking among them. As the last of the building was cleared, Wolverine got an uninterupted view of, nothing. Except what looked like the start of a chain link fence, all the materials to put the thing up, still laying uselessly on the ground.

Seeing that the base was yet fully installed, made him feel better. But the little hairs on the nape of his neck still felt as if someone had just swept them back the wrong way. Somethings not right, this is to easy, like the cajun said. But he prceeded onwards any way, after all, it wasn't like they were expecting them...were they?

Psylocke headed the opposit direction of Gambit, intending to climb the metal stairs that went right up to the top of the warehouse slash supposed base. A dip into a few of the minds around her, assured her that they indeed didn't know of there presense, and relayed this to the others.

On the roof she slowy walked around the edge, eyes alert for any movement, and an access to the interior.

The side door wasn't exactly in the place he thought it'd be in, but sure enough, an anonymouse gray looking door appeared. Reaching into one of his many pockets, his fingers found the few objects needed for entering such a door. With his sensitive fingers and years of being a professional thief, and ranked as of now one of the best in the world, the door posed to be a minor inconvienance. Gambit made it in side, in less than a minute. Mus' be slacken taday, dat take Remy longer den us'all. The pathetic red glow of the 'EXIT' sign didn't even reach the floor, let alone the lone man who walked beyond it without a second glance. In the doorways, and in the halls, hanging fron the ceilling, were signs; like those you'd find in a goverment building, or hospital. Pointing out directions for easy travelling. Gambit smiled to himself, he'd be out in less then twenty minutes. And yet, this place gave him a slight case of the creeps, if possible he'd be out in fifteen.

Further into the complex he delved, with only one incident, that incident was tied and gaged in a janitors closet. For night time the lights were programed to caste only minium light into the halls, sufficient for night time. Down another corner, remy glanced up, and the helpful sign said 'Computer room', another smile, and he sliped in through the door. Psylocke, I be in.

Psylocke aknowledged his report, and relayed it to Wolverine. Right darlin. And that instant of distraction was all it took to accidently trip, the trip wire placed straight accross the bearth of the building.

But looking down to see what she had done, Psylocke noticed that the trip wire, was a full foot infront of her, she hadn't been anywhere near close enough to set it off. Then one word flashed in her mind ' Ambush '

All around him, blared a screaming alarm, which ironically reminded him of the alram clock he busted earlier this morning. Ejecting the disk that had just finished downloading info off the computers, Remy stuffed it in his pocket. Spining on his heel, he grabed the door handle and jerked it open, only to slam it shut as his spatial awarness picked up two figures racing down the hall. After a moment he threw the door back open, and made a mad dash down the hall, the same way the troopers had gone.

The lights that had before, cast a faint yellowish tinge to the walls and floor, were now bright flouecent white. The shadows that had been, had nowhere to hide. Shielding his eyes with his left hand, Gambit grasped three playing cards from his duster pocket, as he sensed people beyond the corner he was readily approaching.

Wolverine now stood in a flood of lights, as seemingly out of nowhere spot lights clung to his form unrelentingly. Knowing the cat was out of the bag, he readied himself for a fight, popping out his famous three, foot long bone claws, that were housed inside his forearms.

" So much for quiet tactics. Lets dance. "

Soilders who looked as if they steped out of a large mold, in black fatigues the same equipment, and firearms, raced out of the building in single file lines. Getting a better look at what they wore, Wolverine noticed a patch on the right shoulder of each, an emblem of sorts.

" Halt! Your under arrest Mutant ! " The man who looked to be the leader shouted at him. By now Wolverine was surrounder by twelve of the mystery men in black.

" An' who's orderin' ? "

" Black Team 51. Don't make this harder than it has to be, just come along peacefuly, and nobody will get hurt. "

" I don' do peacefuly. " Twelve to one, my kinda odds! With that final thought, the feral X-Man launched himself into the nearest guy. By getting this close, they wouldn't use their guns, in fear of hitting one of thier own.

The scene was almost comical, if one were to have a birds eye view of the ensueing fight, one would see a lone man dressed in black and yellow, in the middle of many men in black. The odds favoring these so called Black Team 51, but then this was a man named after an animal which had no fear, that'd tear a bear limb from limb if cornered.

The leader pulled out of the fray, as did two others, slinging there large silver gray guns over there shoulders and into their hands, that put the movie 'Men in Black' to shame. Wolverine made short work of the men, more unconsious or afraid to get up, then dead. Standing there, with lips curled back to expose feirce canianes, Logan growled menacingly, at the three men infront of him, and took a step forward.

The leader fired first, the plasma beam sending the short Canadain backwards a good ten feet, only for him to get right back up severly pissed off. With a single spoken word, a net was fired from the third gunmen's Rifle. The net glowed an errie blue, and seemed to zap the very air, at the same time the other two mercenaries fired as well. Stuning the Canadian long enough for the net to callapse over him.

For a moment Psylocke was mortified she'd blown the entired mission with a miss step, but for only a moment. As all hell broke lose, alarms screamed, the footsteps of soilders below her could be heard. She ran to the edge of the building, to the stairs in which she climbed up, intending to get down and help when and if needed.

" And just where do you think your going Mutant ? "

Psylocke faced her opponent as he cleared the metal stairs and advanced on her. Psylocke stood her ground, watching as he unholstered a bulky silvery handgun and continued walking closer. She did her best just to stand there and wait, it would have been easy to manuver around and take him down. But what was the sense in waisting energy, when the victum walked right up to you, to be slaughtered?

As soon as he was just further than an arm length away, Psylocke moved with ninja speed and hit him dead on with her psychic knife. Walking over him slumped limp body, she made her way down the ladder, and around the building staying in what little shadows were left. Psylocke rounded the corner only to find Wolverine slashing, kicking, punching, and all in all kicking serious butt, despite the odds.

Everything was moving so fast, which left no doubt in her mind that they had been set up. Reaching out with her with her mind Psylocke tried to find her other team mate, but the link she had with Gambit was severed. Feeling it out, Psylocke determined, or at least hope, it was his own doing. At the best of times, Gambit didn't like anyone in his head.

She was brought back to the present, when the night was peirced with a howl, looking back at wolverine, she saw that he was encased in what appeared to be a blueish net, anchored to the ground.

As Gambit neared the intersection in the hallway, his spatial awarness picked up, that the moving people in front of him had stopped. And in all sanity awaited an ambush. Gambit changed directions, and ran in the other direction, but the same thing happened. He stopped in the middle of the brightly lit white hallway, and simply stood there. Looking around casually for possibly escape routes. Dis be stupide boy, 'ow y' get y' self inta dis...no way dey be all co-or'ina'ed like dis on seconds no'ice. We been se' up.

Six members of Black team 51 steped out of thier hiding spots, six men at each end of the hallway. And began to carefully and slowly close in on the mutant thief, with handguns and rifles already drawn, some even held shiny black shields, like what riot cops used.

" Halt Gambit, your under arrest. My name is Mr. Raven, come along without a fuss, and this will be over without incident. " The man who was in charge of the entire operation, and Black team 51, called out to their prime target.

" Sorry homme, but Gambit can' allow dat, w'at would people t'ink? " Sarcasm dripped from his voice.

" Well then I suppose you'll just be a little bruised then. Alright boys. "

Gambit threw charged playing cards in Raven's direction, at the same time with the other hand, threw a handful of cards at the other end of the hall. The backlash of flames seemed not to affect Gambit, as he stood in a fighting stance, slightly crouched.

Black Team 51, were prepared for this, and the men who held the shields kneeled down on one knee and braced themslefs for the blast. The fire resistant shields protecting all the members. Raven and the others crouched behind, escaping the flames and explosion without harm. Talking into the tiny headsets, every one wore, he issued orders, Gambit couldn't hear.

Rising slightly, while the others were still crouched protectively behind the black barriers, Raven fired at the Cajun. Gambit easily dodged, and threw another batch of explosive cards. Fact was, Remy was starting to panic, it was easy to see that his cards weren't doing a lick of good, and there was no other way out. They had effectively trapped him.

" Are you quit done yet Mr. Gambit? " Raven patiently asked.

" Oui "

Black Team 51, on the opposit end of Mr. Raven got up, and moved in on Gambit. A short blond fellow, carrying a pair off restraints. Gambit held his hands in the air, looking the part of the out matched victim. But then the victim turned the tables, when Black Team 51, left their sanctuary behind. Spining, the auburn haired Cajun delivered a debilitating round house kick, to the head of the little blond guy.

Out from under his duster came his bo-stick, with a spin of the wrist, it extended to full length, over five feet. With an extra tool to his advantage, Remy spun the staff again, and brang it low to the legs of the nearest person to him, knocking the man down, who misfired his gun. Somebody attempted an attack from behind, Gambit turned, quickly planting his elbow to the would-be attackers jaw, with a sickening crack.

The agent who had been knocked down by the Thiefs Bo-stick, sprang to his feet, unholstering the four inch knife from his thigh. He went in low, intending to come up beside Remy, But Gambit noticed the movement, doged the wild swing and counter attacked. Dismissing fantsy manuvers, Gambit decked the man infront of him square in the nose, the crack of breaking bone, barely heard, but the blood that spilled fouth easily seen.

" Enough fucking around. " Raven said, talking more to himself than anyone in the room. Taking aim, after setting his weapon to a lower level, fired at the rebelling Cajun. Gambit sensed the plasma fire headed towards him, and made an escape into the air, exacuting a perfect leap and flip. The human barracade now eliminated, Remy mad a dash for freedom. The hall was limiting movement to dodge and attack, and he felt too open and vulnerable.

All of a sudden gunfire chased him down. Being terribly confined, Remy couldn't effectively dodge everything, and was nailed in the shoulder, slowiny but not stopping him. Another shot hit him in the upper thigh, bringing him down. Raven walked up to the X-Man, who at the moment was trying unsuccefuly to get up. Holding his silver, bulky rifle in his hands, Raven swiftly brang it down onto the Cajuns head, ending any other attempt at freedom.

" Pack up were out of here. " Raven issued the comand through the litle head set, which carried the massage to everyone. At the moment the retraints the young blond had been carrying, were being put on the unconsious X-Man.