--New York--

Logan woke up in the backseat of Kraven's car. He dreamed about it again. He dreamed about Thomas Logan. It was always about that. He couldn't dream about anything else, he can't even dream about Victor. Even if Jean gave back his memories, it was not enough. The farthest he could ever reach was World War I. Everything after that is just blank.

He grabbed his seat so he could position himself to sit up. Once he saw the windows, he noticed buildings and cars around him. They were in New York.

"How long have I been sleeping, Kraven?" Logan asked, rubbing his eyes.

"About 6 hours. You've been snoring for 2 hours straight. God, that was annoying as hell." Kraven said.

"Sorry. I haven't slept in about... 30 hours."

"What the hell do you mean 30 hours? You've been sleeping for goddamn 30 hours."

"The beer got me all dizzy. Do you happen to have any beer at the back?"

"I think you've had enough for today. It's already night so we better stop at a little hotel around here."

"There is no small hotels here. We have to sleep inside of here. We can probably stop by in a alleyway."

"Don't you want to see your friends in Charles' school? I feel like they would like to see you."

"They're going to use me to break into a facility also. I don't want to do that anymore but here I am. Taking orders from you."

"Hey... I didn't force you to do this. You accepted this, remember."

"Whatever. So where are we going to sleep?"

"In this alleyway." Kraven said, parking the car.

It was a new alleyway for him, but it was more of a new part of New York. There were signs around them, bars and old, broken down hotels. Logan leaned to his left, there was a bar called Josie's Bar. Restaurants, which are smaller than he's used to, and there was a big sign which indicated where they were; they were in Hell's Kitchen.

"Have you heard of this place? Hell's Kitchen?" Logan asked.

"Just go to sleep, Logan. We can talk about it tomorrow." Kraven said.

Logan quietly opened the door of the car to make sure the bastard doesn't get startled. He looked around, it was not great to be back in New York. It smelled like shit but who can complain? They're sleeping next to multiple garbage bins.

He walked out of the alleyway, fixing his coat. There was a blood stain in his shirt but the coat was hiding it well. It was about 11 in the evening and what else can he do for the night? Drink beer.

There was a bar which was near to the place he was staying. Maybe if he could buy a beer and stay there for a while, maybe it can get him to sleep. And by a beer, he meant one of many.

He walked over to the bar and opened the door wide open. Everyone was cheering and talking loudly to each other. This is what he hated about America, they were always too goddamn loud. He found a nice seat near the windows and ordered some beer. It was already late in New York but the bar seemed like it was crowded. His beer arrived after a solid 5 minutes.

He opened it and took a drink. It was good but not as great as the beer in Canada. It had a great taste that can capture his senses, while in America, it was the beer you would expect. Suddenly, he saw an old friend from last time.

"Well, would you look who it is. It's the great Logan." Remy said, taking a seat while playing with his cards.

"Nice to see you again. What have you been doing all these years?" Logan asked, taking a drink from his beer.

"Looks like you've been drinking a lot. I've been taking up some jobs to buy some shit. I just can't take what the X-Men have been doing these days. All they're doing is teaching young students. The X-Men aren't supposed to do that. They're supposed to be free and kicking ass."

"You're right. If you work for them, it feels wrong. It's like you didn't sign up for it. I'm just hoping Hank and Charles fix that shit."

Logan ordered some beer for Remy as they exchanged stories. He figured out that Remy has been working overseas, specifically Australia. Logan always wanted to go to Australia because he had heard of great stories from there. After more and more talking, a man called out to Remy.

"Hey, Remy... you owe me something. Don't look away from me bastard." The man said.

"Who the hell is that?" Logan whispered.

"I did a job for the bastard but it didn't go well. I owe him $2,000." Remy said, standing up. "Hey, pal, nice to see you. Looks like you've made new friends." Remy said.

"Oh yeah... and my boys over here were born to kick your ass. Boys... go over there and teach my boy, Remy, a lesson." The man said.

The men were holding batons in their hands. Logan counted that about two people had handguns and were ready to kill Remy. He stood in the way as they were aiming at Remy.

"Hold up! Do you really have to fight over some altercation? Why won't we just forget about both of your dark pasts?" Logan said, now looking at the man. "And you have to calm the fuck down."

"I don't take orders from you, bastard. Boys!" The man shouted.

The two men suddenly shot Logan in his chest as Logan struggled and stumbled a bit. The men stood in shock as he managed to survive 7 bullets to his chest without dying.

"Remy, would you like to help me beat these fuckers?" Logan said.

"It would be my pleasure." Remy said, getting a stick from his pocket and extending it.

They both fought the men that were in an altercation with Remy and the local residents. Two men hit Logan in the face but he got his claws out and stabbed both of them. Logan took three men by surprise by stabbing all three of them in the head. One of the men with the handgun shot him in the arm and chest. Logan got angry and stabbed him on the chest and head. He got closer to the guy who was shouting at Remy earlier. He placed his claws and prepared to kill him but someone grabbed him by the hand.

"No, not okay! Let's get the fuck out of here." Kraven said.

Logan, Kraven and Remy went out of the bar and into the alleyway where they parked the car. Remy looked exhausted from the fight while Logan was coated with blood.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" Kraven said.

"His name is Remy, also known as Gambit. He worked with me in the X-Men and he has an addiction to cards." Logan said.

"Ok, good enough. My only question is: can he help us?"

"Help you with what exactly?" Remy asked.

"We are breaking inside an A.I.M. facility in hopes to destroy the company itself. Are you in with us?" Logan asked.

"You bet your ass. I'm coming with you."