Remy spent the whole walk back to the Denaras' muttering angrily to himself about rigid, overprotective sticks in the mud, but as his hand touched the garden gate he felt a chill run down his spine. Acting on instinct Remy threw himself to the side. A sharp line of fire creased his side, but Remy kept moving, rolling to his feet and sprinting for the relative safety of the neighboring house's sheltered entryway.

Gambit automatically calculated the sniper's approximate position as he ran. Once he reached the doorway he paused to check his injury and was relieved to see it was little more than a long scratch.

Carefully Remy scanned the streets. A car drove by and Remy shrunk back not allowing himself to be silhouetted by it's headlights. As he did so he spotted a glimmer of light on the roof of the house next door to him.

"Reflectin' off glass or metal," Remy thought to himself.

Keeping close to the wall Remy slipped around to the back of the house, then across the dividing strip of lawn and through the bushes. He scaled the brick wall of the neighboring house as easily as climbing a ladder and quietly pulled himself on to the roof. Remy moved across the slate like a ghost and moments later he was standing over his sniper, who was still intently scanning the street below for signs of Remy's presence.

Remy telescoped out his bo-staff and moved forward, stepping on the sniper's rifle as he pressed the tip of the bo-staff against the back of the sniper's neck.

Panicked the sniper released his gun and tried to roll away. Remy pinned him easily then planted his knee in the center of the sniper's chest and pressed the length of the bo against his throat until the fight went out of him.

Remy stared down at the sniper, "Yo' Karen's friend Grady, aren't yo'. Why de hell are yo' tryin' to kill me?" he asked angrily.

"Are you stupid as well as a freak?" Grady spat at him. "You're kind doesn't belong here."

"Karen an' de rest of your friends don' act like dat be de case," Remy said.

"They're naive," Grady said. "They think mutants are the same as people, they don't understand."

"Guess it jus' m' luck dat de racist lunatic in de group also be de quiet one," Remy said to himself examining Grady's rifle and scope. "Where'd a kid like yo' get an 'xpensive t'ing like dis?" he asked, ignoring the fact that he was no older than Grady.

The other boy glared silently at him, blue-gray eyes narrowed with hate.

Remy sighed; he set the gun aside and drew a card. "Yo' don' like mutants, neh," he said as the card began to glow with his bio- kinetic energies. "Dis be 'cause yo' need dis fancy gun to blow m' brains out an' I jus' need a playin' cahd to do the same to yo'?"

Remy pressed the glowing card to his captive's throat. "Where'd yo' get de gun?" he asked casually.

"They're going to kill all of you freaks, make things safe for normal people again," Grady ground out. "You think you can just walk in and take over the planet, not without a fight!"

Remy considered taking the boy back to Scott and Ororo then decided he was tired of being treated like a helpless child. "Dey gonna kill all of us mutants, neh?" he goaded, dark eyes burning. "How 'bout yo' take me to dem an' see what happens?"

"I'm no traitor!" Grady exclaimed.

Remy laughed. "Yo' whole group scared of one mutant an' me not even ole 'nough to fight, 'cordin' to Cyke anyways. Mebbe dey all hot air, why waste m' time wid dem. Dey probably trip over demselves an' BAM! off goes dose toys of yours, no more hate group neh?"

"They'd kill you!" Grady yelled.

"Let's give dem de chance," Remy replied.

"You're on!"

"Ororo, we've been trying to get a hold of you guys for hours," Jean said. "Remy's family called, they're coming to Westchester, to talk about whether or not they want him to stay at the school. Remy needs to get back here."

"Remy has a family?" Ororo asked in disbelief.

"Apparently, his mom Josette and her older brother, I think his name was Jean-Luc, are supposed to be coming," Jean replied. "The uncle's the one doing all the talking so far. The professor says he's hiding something, he couldn't figure out what over the phone."

"Scott'll be happy," Ororo said. "Remy's already done what we needed him for here. We need you guys too..."

The building was a cross between a warehouse and an office building, deserted at the moment. The walls were plastered with anti-mutant propaganda and posters trying to recruit people for something called the Friends of Humanity.

In one of the back rooms Remy found crates of guns and ammo. "Hardly safe storin' all dis here," Remy said to himself, grinning as he fingered a card. "One little spark an' den we havin' some fun."

With that Remy dropped the card on top of a box of ammo and started running. Behind him a series of explosions sounded.

From a safe distance Remy stopped to watch the fireworks. "Oh hell," he muttered to himself. "Probably shouldn't burn up all de evidence."

With a sigh he started looking for a phone to call the fire department.