~Calm down, Remy. Calm down.~ Remy sank on the bed and wrapped 'his'

hands around himself. ~Y' can' change de situation so let's look fer

it's pluses. Firstly, Gambit's a cop now. It means he is free. An’

he has some time t’ t'ink over what t’ do...~

Remy stared at his new hands again, then examined his entire body.

~Ok, boy, de whole t'ing isn't de best, but... y' could awoke in

child's body 'r even dog's as 't was in dat film... In any way,

Gambit's tired o’ de hospitals. Let's go for a walk!~

He found the clothes on the chair - most flannel - and dressed, then

looked out to the hallway: there was nobody there, only millions of

different new smells. He shook his head and sat down into a chair to

get used to that new feeling. After a while he felt himself well

enough to go.

He reached the stairs and headed down when somebody called him,

"Logan!" It took few seconds for him to remember that it's his name

now. He turned and looked at the tall man with the brown hair.

"Logan! Where are you going?" the man asked.

Remy considered feverishly. ~No doubt dis man knows Logan; but how

well? Where dey colleagues, acquaintances 'r friends? And f'r de

beginning, what's his name?~

The young red-haired women helped him with the last point. She ran out

from the hallway where Remy's ward was situated and screamed, "Scott!

Where is Logan? The nurse said he's unconscious but the ward is

empty..." That moment she noticed Remy/Logan. "Oh... Logan, are you

all right?"

"Yup", Remy answered. ~One problem gone - de other appeared... Who

is dis women? Gambit hopes she isn't Logan's girlfriend... She's

pretty but de common memories an’ stuff like dat...~

"I'm not sure," Scott examined him from head to toe. "You've got the

current-blow, you've been dead for more than a minute, you've been

awaken only ten minutes ago, 'cause I've visited you and you were

sleeping - and now you say you're all right and go somewhere?  I

think you have to stay in the hospital for sometime."

"I don' dink so... Scott", Remy answered and mentally kicked himself:

Logan didn't have the Cajun accent!

"Scott is right," the women said.

"I don't want to stay here," Remy objected, speaking without accent.

"I feel good. I prefer to rest at home."

"You're a stubborn ass, Logan", Scott sighed. "But ok, yet I'll drive

you myself. And don't even try to say 'no'," he added when Remy

opened his mouth to object. "Bye Jeannie sweetheart," he kissed the

women goodbye and started downstairs.

~So her name’s Jean, and she's Scott's girlfriend,~ Remy thought on

their way to the garage, ~Gambit must behave like Logan t' figure out

what had happened wid him... If Gambit ‘s in dis cop's body - where

can be de cop? De most reasonable version is...~

"How is the thief?" he asked Scott when they where driving from the

parking.

"LeBeau? It was a great work, Logan, my congratulations! The doctors

said his life is out of danger, and there were some men from FBI,

they took him somewhere. They said this LeBeau is a great tricker so

it would be better to put him to the hospital in the prison, other

way he can escape."

~De first t'ing is t' know if LeBeau is awaken. If he is... It means

dat de cop is in my body. And I want t' get it back. So I have t'

look for de ways... Merde, but if dere is FBI, de Interpol can

appear on de stage! Dey're interested in getting Gambit. It can be

difficult t' escape from dem. And what if dis Logan tries t' prove

dat he is he? Dat he is de policeman Logan, but not de t'ief Gambit?

Dey will put him t' de mental hospital...~

Scott mentioned the expression of disappointment on Remy's face.

"What's up?"

"Those Feds..." Remy quickly found an explanation. "The police does

all the dirty work and they come and get all the glory."

"We just do our work", Scott shruged.

* * *

~May be, I'm sleepin'..." Logan thought while following the men. "No,

'tis not a dream. But it's more unbelievable than any dream I have

ever seen! Like I'm in some fantastic book or film..."

That time they came to the other hallway and Logan found that he knew

this place. And he didn't like it. It was the prison for "special"

captives. For the most wanted... and for the "dangerous" mutants. He

had visited the prison one or two time, and all things he had seen

and had heard were unpleasant. Especially the stories about how the

captors treated the prisoners.

~Shit... I have a good chance ta stay here fer a veeery long time. If

I tell them that I'm a cop an' all this reincarnation story...

They'll take me as insane. So it's better ta wait an' ta look fer

the way ta contact ta Scott an' Jean. They must believe me...~

They passed few hallways and entered the large room. It was dark,

only the lamp on the table was lit, and the face of the man sitting

there was in the shadows. Logan tried to sniff as he was in a habit

of but his sense of smell was now weak.

"So you are Remy LeBeau," the man at the table said not asking but

affirming.

"Think 'tis useless ta say 'tis not me," Logan answered with a mental

grin: he had already heard these words...

"I've heard a lot about you, mr.Lebeau." The man paused waiting for

the reaction. Logan stared into the darkness where, on his

supposition, the eyes of the man were, with the calm expression on

his face and kept silence.

"I know that you are a businessman, mr.Lebeau", the man said in the

end. "I don't want to waste the time. I offer you a deal. I know that

the theft in "A&K" is your work. Don't object, I know it exactly. I

think it was an occasion that you took a small diskett along with the

documents you had to. An unpleasant occasion for "A&K", but very

pleasant one for me. So the deal is: I get the diskette - you get the

freedom and some sum of money. What sum it will be, we'll discuss.

What is your opinion about it?"

"Very intrestin' supposition," Logan answered thoughtfully. "But...

Don't want ta dissapoint ya yet I don't know what y're speakin'

'bout." ~The funniest thin' is that 'tis true...~

"Mr.Lebeau, you must not to play with me," the man said with the

polite threat in his voice.

"I'm not playin' with ya," Logan answered with his usual growing. But

the familiar sound refused to born in this throat, and his voice

fell into weak hissing.

"Hope you aren't. Please listen to me once again: I *know* that you

have the diskette. I want it. And I'll get it. The way I offer you is

good for you. I have other variantes. I'm not sure that you'll like

it."

"Now ya list'n ta me. I - know - nothin' - 'bout - the ' diskette."

"Is it your last word?"

"Yes."

"You have chosen... Victor!"

The other man appeared from the darkness, huge and blonde. The

cat-like eyes were glowing green.

"Hey boy", he said grinning. "I've told ya wanted ta play?"