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Smash n' Grab, a Brotherhood Story; Old-fashion wild-west style raid! YE-HAW
Topic Started: Nov 12 2008, 05:03 AM (1,767 Views)
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She missed!? The blonde muscle mimic missed this insane costumed man?! She wondered just who the hell he was. But when he spoke her interest faded quickly. With a small scoff he was dealt with easily. His body smacked the floor, he was surely dead. Camera looked down at the costumed man and heard Cain shouting ahead of the way.

“Come on, boys. Let’s get the stuff and get the hell outta here.” She took a deep exhale and headed towards where Cain’s voice was heard. She knew tomorrow there would be a bruise on her butt where she landed thanks to the red mad man. Camera dashed off to catch up to the Juggernaut. Not seeing if Black Tom or Gambit had caught up with her she saw the little crates he shouted about. Taking one in each arm, she then made her way to the front of the train.

This was certainly a strange mission. Mostly because of the masked merc. Who he was and why he was there didn’t matter anymore; he was dead. Their problem was solved. Now they had to catch up with Razorback and Dazzler. Time to reap the benefits of the mission and head back.
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The masked mercenary was proving to be a problem. Tom was pretty sure that if it had been a one on one fight, he would have been eliminated already. Luckily, the Brotherhood had some semblance of teamwork going for them. Gambit had used a flurry of kinetically charged playing cards and then resorted to his staff. Camera used some spectacularly copied fighting moves and even threw a chair at their enemy. It was this combination of attacks that led to them being able to take this miscreant out. The man in red dodged Cam’s chair attack and then when he righted himself, the stranger moved right into the path of Tom’s blast. The blast from Tom’s shillelagh stub pounded right into the man’s face. He dropped immediately to the floor of the train car.

Cain had forged ahead to secure their target and called back to them that he was in control. Tom looked down to the man he’d been lucky in pummeling as he followed Cain’s path of destruction. His face was a bloody pulp and it didn’t look like there would be any coming back from that injury. “Sorry, boyo. I tried to get you to take the peaceful route,” he said with a small salute.

Tom saw that one of the merc’s katana’s had fallen away from his immobile hand. Tom had no use for swords. He didn’t exactly run in circles where the criminals and underworld bosses settled disputes with swashbuckling. The fact was that the sword had cut through his pistol like it was soft cheese and there were collectors of fine blades that would pay nicely. Tom knelt down quickly and hefted the merc’s dead weight so he was lying on his side. He unstrapped the sheath and pulled it free. Grabbing the sword and holstering it properly he attached it to his body to free up his hands. “You won’t be needing this any time soon,” he replied nonchalantly.

“Come on, boys. Let’s get the stuff and get the hell outta here,” Cam called out to them.

Tom hurried into the car that held the cargo. Juggernaut had taken the largest crate and Cam was loaded with two smaller ones. With a quick glance Tom saw one of the other boxes that Magneto had specified they obtain. He hefted the case up in one hand and scanned the area for anything else that struck his fancy. Tom was a man of opportunity and this seemed as good a time as any to make some extra money on the side.

There were cases with strange techno-jargon that the Irishman didn’t understand. He did understand that technology, especially government developed technology was worth quite a bit. He lifted this case and headed out to follow Cam and Juggernaut to make his escape. “I think this is mission accomplished, Remy. Pick yourself something nice,” he said with a grin.
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The fight didn't last near as long as Remy had expected, likely due to the training Amelia and Primal had been supervising them under for the last few months. Having spent a large amount of time with the X-Men, Gambit knew how to be a team player when he had to be, but he hadn't actually expected wild cards like Cam and Cain to actually work with each other like they had. Juggernaut, already knowing his mission, didn't stop to confront the fast adversary that had tried to blow him up... he merely did what he did best – kept moving and clearing a path to their main objective. Cam and Tom had flanked the man and after several attacks, he had been caught in Tom's line of fire, taking a blast from Irish's stick full in the face. The red and black clad man had immediately dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his face caved in and the mask drenched in blood among other things.

Remy didn't waste any time, and neither did Cam; passing up Tom he continued in Cain's wake merely casting a glance over his shoulder to see Tom pilfering some of their fallen enemies goods. He let the most fleeting of amused grins flicker across his face as he looked back in front of him... he liked Tom. The man was always looking for a way to make a buck, and if he wasn't, it was probably because he was looking at a woman's assets.

Reaching the right car behind the giant and the blond, Gambit's eyes took in the several crates of taxpayers' dollars in the form of weapons and gadgets that a man of simpler tastes like Gambit couldn't begin to tell you anything about. He collapsed his staff and slid it behind his back once more, letting his coat drape back into place as he looked around shrewdly for something that wouldn't hinder his duties, but be worth picking up.

"Let's go! I got the crate! Get the little ones and we're outta here!"

Gambit looked up to see that Juggernaut was already turning to leave out the front of the hold; he had to say this about the man... he believed in efficiency. Remy had to admire that in the man. He looked at the crates to the right which Cam had pilfered from before falling in line behind her man.

“I think this is mission accomplished, Remy. Pick yourself something nice,” Tom said from beside Remy. The Cajun shot a glance at the sword he'd strapped on him... it looked like it'd be worth quite a bit of beer money. “Don't worry... I plan on it.” With those words, he continued onto the pile of crates, checking to make sure he selected a case of null cuffs and the chemical compounds. He paused by another case only slightly smaller than the one containing the null tech; opening it, his eyes widened in surprise as he let out a low whistle. There in the case were stacks of boxes of ammunition ... not a big deal in and of itself, but it was the word on the side of each box of fifty-count that almost made Remy's jaw drop – Adamantium. The Cajun figured they'd fetch a hell of a nice price from the right buyer. His eyes flickered back up at Tom as he threw the case on top of the others he was supposed to carry out, grinning as he said, “Christmas came a lil early dis year, Irish.” With that, he fell in behind the businessman and was the last out of the hold.
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This was fun, Buford had to admit. Most of the passengers were too chickenshit to ever stand-up against armed, even worse, mutant terrorists, which was ironic. If they all rose up, there's no way that Dazzler and Razorback could ever put 'em down. But, flash a little iron, and people stayed in a damn fetal position. Anyone that even looked at Buford and Alison the wrong way got hit with Buford's brown noise emitter. Hilarious. They'd be trying to stare down the Brotherhood members, defiant and proud, and a high-pitched noise sounds, and suddenly they hit the floor with soiled pants. Disgusting but effective, and fun. If only there was a way to profit out of it.

It didn't take long for Razorback and Dazzler to run into the vanguard of Team A, the unstoppable Juggernaut. He had the package. Camera, Black Tom and Gambit weren't that far behind. "C'mon, c'mon," Burford snarled, "Back t' the Big Pig."

Juggernaut passed by Buford, and the mechanical mastermind's temper drove itself back to Wolf's Head, "Hey, this time, don't knock any holes into my goddamn truck."

Buford hustled back towards the Big Pig as quickly as he could, and foisted himself back into the driver's seat. "Ladies 'n gentlemen, we're taking off. In the words of our president, mission fucking accomplished."
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