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xp_logsResponding to Marie-Ange's vision, Betsy, Jake, and Madelyn go hunting for Remy and find him on the floor of the warehouse. They learn what he's found, even as they rush to try and stop his seemingly envitable death.
The warehouse had smelled like an abattoir. Even with their training, the four that went in had been barely able to not recoil from the thick, sharp scent of blood in the air.
He was lying under a jumble of concrete and steel, stilled in a too-large pool of his own blood. Beside him was the communicator that they tracked him with, fingers on the buttons as if trying to make a final call. When Amanda had sidelined Jake, he found Betsy, who proved that her training was not just for show.
There were calls to his comm, with no answer. There were probes and e-mails. Finally, there was a petition for a Cerebro sweep which turned up nothing. Remy was either suppressed or dead. Betsy knew he was in Tampa; she'd sent him the information leading him there. With that knowledge, she'd bullied a system to track the signal from the fortunately powered comm out of Hank, and corralled Madelyn to go with them.
Marie-Ange's visions were something they took seriously, and the grey look on Moira's face confirmed that this was very real indeed. They had suggested sending a team of X-Men, but Betsy said no. If the Brotherhood was in Tampa like Remy thought, sending the whole team might spook them; have them running and lose any chance of finding Lorna and Forge. Better to go small and quiet. Power suppressors, EM generators, anything to limit Magneto's potential for noticing them, if he was even there.
It didn't take long to find him, tore and smashed on the floor of the warehouse. They thought he was dead for a long moment before Madelyn found a pulse. Thready and weak, but at least there. He looked dead. He should have been dead. But something was keeping him just a fraction above that.
Betsy and Jake moved the concrete enough to slide Remy's broken body out, the effort winding them. Madelyn shook her head and started giving orders, as she broke out as many needles and drugs as she could. They eased him on to the board and carried him out, back to the X-Jet and the mansion.
The look in Madelyn's eyes told both of them the realities of the situation, even as they placed him on the long bench and Madelyn started to do what she could on the mangled form. Betsy had just put a strap on him when she saw his one eye open, lurid next to the smashed ruin of the other one.
She killed the suppressor and slipped into his mind. He was trying to speak, through the wealth of damage. Pain stabbed liked jagged glass around his thoughts, fleeting images and broken memories spiraling around. Betsy found him, floating there, the representation of his consciousness holding tight to a single gem-like thought. She prised it from him, gentling the form and using her telepathy to sooth him into a deep sleep.
Just like that, she was back in her own head, his last duty handed over to her. He had found her. He'd found Lorna and she'd killed him. But he had the information, the way to find the Brotherhood. His thoughts were clear; find them, bring them out. Betsy turned her violet eyes to Madelyn, who shook her head slightly.
She was going to do everything she could, but Remy LeBeau was going to die. Betsy walked past to join Ororo at the controls, activating the Blackbird for the return to Westchester. Before that happened, she was going to bring him home.
All of them.
The warehouse had smelled like an abattoir. Even with their training, the four that went in had been barely able to not recoil from the thick, sharp scent of blood in the air.
He was lying under a jumble of concrete and steel, stilled in a too-large pool of his own blood. Beside him was the communicator that they tracked him with, fingers on the buttons as if trying to make a final call. When Amanda had sidelined Jake, he found Betsy, who proved that her training was not just for show.
There were calls to his comm, with no answer. There were probes and e-mails. Finally, there was a petition for a Cerebro sweep which turned up nothing. Remy was either suppressed or dead. Betsy knew he was in Tampa; she'd sent him the information leading him there. With that knowledge, she'd bullied a system to track the signal from the fortunately powered comm out of Hank, and corralled Madelyn to go with them.
Marie-Ange's visions were something they took seriously, and the grey look on Moira's face confirmed that this was very real indeed. They had suggested sending a team of X-Men, but Betsy said no. If the Brotherhood was in Tampa like Remy thought, sending the whole team might spook them; have them running and lose any chance of finding Lorna and Forge. Better to go small and quiet. Power suppressors, EM generators, anything to limit Magneto's potential for noticing them, if he was even there.
It didn't take long to find him, tore and smashed on the floor of the warehouse. They thought he was dead for a long moment before Madelyn found a pulse. Thready and weak, but at least there. He looked dead. He should have been dead. But something was keeping him just a fraction above that.
Betsy and Jake moved the concrete enough to slide Remy's broken body out, the effort winding them. Madelyn shook her head and started giving orders, as she broke out as many needles and drugs as she could. They eased him on to the board and carried him out, back to the X-Jet and the mansion.
The look in Madelyn's eyes told both of them the realities of the situation, even as they placed him on the long bench and Madelyn started to do what she could on the mangled form. Betsy had just put a strap on him when she saw his one eye open, lurid next to the smashed ruin of the other one.
She killed the suppressor and slipped into his mind. He was trying to speak, through the wealth of damage. Pain stabbed liked jagged glass around his thoughts, fleeting images and broken memories spiraling around. Betsy found him, floating there, the representation of his consciousness holding tight to a single gem-like thought. She prised it from him, gentling the form and using her telepathy to sooth him into a deep sleep.
Just like that, she was back in her own head, his last duty handed over to her. He had found her. He'd found Lorna and she'd killed him. But he had the information, the way to find the Brotherhood. His thoughts were clear; find them, bring them out. Betsy turned her violet eyes to Madelyn, who shook her head slightly.
She was going to do everything she could, but Remy LeBeau was going to die. Betsy walked past to join Ororo at the controls, activating the Blackbird for the return to Westchester. Before that happened, she was going to bring him home.
All of them.
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