Sometimes it was just too much. Remy LeBeau studied the bruises on his body with a clinical eye. He'd be stiff, but there was no permanent damage. Still, it was just one more lesson in how not to practice. He was going to be stiff. If he were called out on a mission, or went out on a job he'd be a liability. He couldn't let it continue. He dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, then started packing the things he wanted to take with him.
The rest he'd leave here for the next resident. His tools, some clothes, his ID's and his computer. He didn't need anything else except his keys. He slipped on his trench, hoisted the backpack onto his shoulder and slid on his shades. Prepared to conquer the world he went down the stairs humming. Let them think he was going shopping or some other foolishness. He mounted his bike and put on the helmet he only wore for long trips. He kicked the bike to life and left.
"Where the Hell is Gambit?" Scott asked over lunch.
Logan looked up from his sandwich. "Kid lit out yesterday afternoon. Looked like he was heading to the city to pick up some crap."
Cyclops looked distressed at that. "Did he call in to the night-shift?"
"Not that I heard. What's up, Cyke?"
"Nothing." He tossed out the rest of his lunch and moved quickly to his office. He picked up the phone and dialed a number he shouldn't know. "This is Scott Summers. Did Remy stay with you last night?"
The New York Guildmaster paused for a moment. "Did you lose my God-son?" he asked mildly.
"Your God-son lost me, Pete. He drove out of here yesterday afternoon and no-one's heard from him. I'll do my own searching, but I wanted to make sure he wasn't just visiting family."
"If he doesn't want to be found, you won't find him," the older man said gently. "He can take care of himself."
"I don't see a letter of resignation on my desk, so he's still my responsibility."
"I wish I'd gotten my hands on you before Jack did."
"So do I," Scott said quietly. "But then, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Maybe. I'll call his Uncle Steven. Good luck, Scott."
"Thanks, Pete." Scott hung up carefully. He closed his eyes. He reached for the link his wife maintained with him. //Jean, do you have a minute?//
//Sure. Be right down.//