After helping clear the entrance, Remy quickly joined the ranks who were going after the captives. Wolverine was in the lead, followed by the Tin Man, then himself and Mirage. "Then I go right," he responded, acknowledging Dani's words. He parted ways with her and took a corner so that he was face-to-face with a black man in a camo uniform. His gun raised immediately and Remy pulled a short handle from his waist, flicked it and it quickly extended into a metallic staff. He moved for the man, breaking into a dead run, staff twirling. Bullets immediately began bouncing back, ricocheting off the walls of the surrounding buildings. When he was near enough, the staff that had gone pink was launched toward the guard and the man flew back with great force into a wall and fell to the dirty ground, unconscious. Remy flipped forward on one leg and landed crouching beside his weapon that was still charged. With a flick of his arm, it was extended so that it touched the knob of the nearest door. Inside there were voices of people, sounding extremely frightened. There were sounds of children, more specifically. "Step back from the door," he said clearly and loudly. Where he was crouched, his leather-clad arm and hand came up over his head and the still-pink staff in his grasp grew brighter still, until the knob of the door it had connected with blew its lock (outward). The door was quickly pushed open by one of the more brave (or dumb) individuals inside, and by that time, Gambit had stood once more. "We gonna get you outta here," he said. "All these buildings have people?"
The woman (with pink skin) who had arrived in the walkway after the man nodded, "All of them have ten or more."
"T'anks," he said, "you folks go north," Gambit pointed with his cooled staff, "dat way. There'll be some folks waitin'. Dey'll watch your backs."
"Are you X-Men?"
"Oui."
"Cool," a boy chimed, still being dragged from their unit by an older man. "What's your name?" this part was shouted, as he was being moved further away by the moment.
"Gambi', mon ami." He gave the kid a wink and headed for the next door, hurriedly. He hoped his other friends were doing as well as he was... Then he began to hear the explosions. It sounded like Jubilee's brand of boom. Hell. *Non bon à tout.