Rogue grimaced as she saw the 3 black clad figures approaching her. Still, she knew that their plan as a solid one...divide and conquer. If she could hold off the ones here at the plane long enough, she and Remy could double team them...and then possibly steal their vehicle to get out of there. "C'mon then," she taunted. "Don' tell me y'all are afraid of a lil ol' girl like me...."
A burly female strode up to her. "Damn muties think yer so smart...I'll drag ya outta there!" Her boots clanked as she walked up the gangplank. Rogue waited till she was close enough then kicked her in the face with her good leg...and felt her heart sink as the merc shook off the blow with a smile, she recognized the "mushy" feel of her kinetic energy being leeched. "C'mere bitch!" She grabbed hold of the extended foot and pulled but the blow she'd absorbed wasn't enough to overcome the southern belle's strength. Rogue jerked back and then kicked out, sending Alpha-3 flying into the brush.
"Y'all're gonna hafta do better'n that!", Rogue teased. "Ah've fought plenty a'folks that suck up bein' punched. If that's yer only trick then y'might as well just give up now'n go home now!"
"Lemme at her!", 3 snarled as she charged back into the clearing like an enraged bull.
"Stand down before you embarrass yourself again!", 1 chided her from behind cover. He pulled a gas grenade off of his belt and nodded to 2 who did the same. He counted down 3, 2, 1 on his fingers and then threw the grenade into the hatch. White smoke billowed out as the trapped mutant coughed and hacked for several moments...then went silent. The mercs approached the wreck cautiously to find the southern spitfire throughly unconscious.
"...you read, Alpha-1?", came over their earpieces. "This is Beta Squad. What is your status?"
"I have one man down but the female target in custody. We were just getting ready to secure her then continue pursuit of Objective 2."
"Negative!", Flynn cut in. "Bring her back to Stepford immediately! Let Beta take over going after the male."
1 rolled his eyes but nodded. "Acknowledged. Returning to base after triage to stablize Objective 1."
"Stablize?"
"We were advised she had a broken leg. We don't want to risk further injury during transport, do we?"
Flynn sighed. "Very well, carry on. Just hurry it up."
From the bushes, Gambit scowled as he watched one of the mercs use the first aid supplies on the Blackbird to put a splint on Rogue's leg. **How'd dey know her leg was broke?**, he wondered. **Som'tins fishy here....**
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