Gambit tried outrunning his chaser, as he followed him through New Orleans’ streets. -There is no use in running, LeBeau.- The other one talked to him telepathically. -Get out of my head!- Remy muttered, running into an alley. Suddenly, Mr. Sinister teleported himself in front of the mutant and induced temporal paralysis on the gambler. -Every man has a price to charge, LeBeau. I think I know yours.- -What do you mean?- Sinister could still read Gambit’s mind and communicate telepathically. -Cut the cr*p, Sinister. What do you want?- -And once I’m done with that?- -You mean the Morlocks?-