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Jackpot!; Saint, Gambit, Rogue
Topic Started: Dec 11 2008, 09:47 PM (852 Views)
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Gambit slipped back around the corner of the doorway beside him as several bullets whizzed by in retaliation for his attack. He'd whipped out another couple of cards and began to pour kinetic energy into them when Rogue suddenly took off, down the corridor after the man that was shooting at them. He rolled around the corner, throwing a protest her way for making such a reckless move, but quickly realized what she was doing as it was happening – the man crumpled to the ground unconscious, his grip slipping from Rogue's arm. She turned around and gave them a slightly amused and chastising smile, “You men always have t'blow somethin' up don't you? It's never th'easy way with you is it?”

The Cajun gave Saint a quick glance before looking back toward her, red eyes jumping from Rogue to the fallen man, and back up to the southern belle once more as a low whistle escaped from his lips. “Hell girl, I knew you were crazy...” His words trailed off as he shook his head, the fuchsia glow fading from the cards as they vanished from his hand.

The fact of the matter was that there had been two or three more men that had run by at the end of the hallway where it teed off; they'd been heading to Gambit's right, away from the casino's main floor and deeper into the bowels of the labyrinth. Remy was willing to bet that they were headed toward something worth protecting – the safe maybe? Walking swiftly down the hall, he passed Rogue, nodding in satisfaction at the gun now in her hand... it was a smart move.

"We need to move fast, cause if they didn't know we were here before, all that noise means that they will be on us fast. Rogue, which way now?"

Reaching the end of the hall, he peeked around the corner, first looking the direction the men had come from to find it deserted, then glancing around the corner to where they had been heading... seeing a door hung partially open; Remy could barely make out the sounds of a struggle. He looked over his shoulder at his two companions and jerked his head toward what he was pretty sure was the safe room at the end of the hall, “C'mon... I got a feelin' we ain't de only ones decided to hit the place tonight.”

Without waiting for a reply, Gambit disappeared around the corner, his mouth tightened grimly at the thought that they'd have to fight with someone for the cash they'd worked so hard to get. They'd have to be fast and ruthless if they had any hope of getting out alive.

The two cards reappeared in his hand fully charged as Gambit reached the open doorway to what looked very much like a safe room. He slowly peeked around the corner but couldn't see any signs of the struggle he heard so clearly. In fact, there was nothing to see but approximately ten dead bodies strewn across the floor, horribly mutilated... some with their stomachs torn out while others' heads had been completely ripped off their bodies. Regardless of Remy's experience with violence, the scene made him want to heave despite the stony expression he maintained. They probably should have just turned to leave, but Gambit wanted answers.

Looking over his shoulder at the other two, he reached under the charcoal black suit coat and freed the telescopic staff from its position at the small of his back Finally, he raised a foot and slammed it against the open door, forcing it to swing back against the wall as he stepped inside the room. The struggling he'd heard had been coming from behind the heavy wooden panels and Gambit hoped that the unexpected attack would throw them off balance enough to gain the upper hand.

The hand with the cards cocked back, ready to release at the slightest provocation as he whirled to face a man doubled over, one hand on the wall to keep himself from falling from the door's blow. The look of determination on Gambit's face turned to one of disgust – laying in a crumpled mass at the stranger's feet in front of him was another man... the lower half of his jaw removed and now in the clutches of the trembling right hand of the person righting his position in front of him. The stranger slowly turned around, a blank look in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Gambit. As he took two steps forward, Rogue and Saint also caught his attention... his face remained expressionless and almost reminded Remy of a zombie – he looked like one of the men that had passed him in the hall.

Coming to a halt, he just stood there, eyes fixed creepily on Saint and Rogue; with a confused look on his face, Remy was about to open his mouth to ask the man a question when an concussive force slammed into the stranger's chest, literally ripping the man in half as the body slammed into the wall and fell on top of his own victim. Gambit whirled around, judging that the attack had come from behind him only to find himself staring at someone he hadn't seen in a long time.

“Remy Lebeau... it's been a while.”

Gambit let the hand with the cards in it drop to his side; his pulse was throbbing with adrenaline and everything in him was telling the Cajun to grab Rogue and Saint and run. There... standing in the doorway of the actual safe was the figure of an unassuming man who looked to be in his late forties.

“Essex?”
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Rogue allowed herself a moment to laugh softly at the reaction she got as a result of her actions, “Ah may be crazy, but ah did take th'guy out an' a lot more quietly than you would have.” She replied, smiling sweetly. For a moment she thought about adding one more thing to her last comment but reconsidered soon after. There were more serious matters at hand and she was wasting time.

She stood up fully and let the hand that held the gun fall to her side, not for very long though, since she could now here a few more men moving through the hallways, possibly heading in their direction. She moved her hand and arm up, following Gambit, who had apparently decided to take the lead once more, which wasn't an entirely bad idea. He seemed to have a better grasp on what they were doing than she did at least.

Rogue acknowledged Gambit's words with a nod and glanced behind her to make sure Saint was still close at hand. She figured he was, but she also wanted to make sure no one had decided to sneak up behind them. She could also barely make out sounds of a struggle and as they got closer she had the gun she had borrowed up and ready to shoot. She was starting to worry and freak out a little at the thought of who or what they might be about to run into, but she managed to remain surprisingly calm.

Rogue glanced into the open doorway a moment later than Gambit and what she saw shook her so much that she had to quickly look away. She had to take a moment to try and let everything set in. She lowered the hand holding the gun and her emerald green gaze shifted from Saint to Gambit, “The hell are we 'bout t'go up against?” She asked, still a little freaked out, but slowly calming down.

After a few more moments she managed to calm down just about as much as she figured she was able and was finally able to make herself go through the door after Gambit. When she did make it through the door the scene seemed even more horrific. Her stomach flipped and she felt slightly nauseous as a man fell into a crumpled heap at their feet. Her nausea became a little worse as another man fixed them all with a zombie-like stare and she almost wanted to run, but managed to force herself not to.

As she tore her gaze away from the carnage laid out before them a man spoke, acknowledging Gambit and Saint by their real names. She looked up to see an unassuming man of early middle age. She blinked a moment, and then her emerald green gaze shifted between her two companions and then back towards the stranger. What's goin' on...? She thought to herself, suddenly very worried.
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As he followed the other two down the long corridor, Saint kept his eyes peeled to see anything that might trigger the casino owners to their presence. Surprisingly, there was a distinct lack of any cameras or guards around. Normally this would of made a job a whole lot easier, but today it was just uneasy. The fact that it was just going so easy until the guards and now no alarms going off from the gunshots at all. It was strange, almost like everyone was busy with something else. Even Saint knew that a large casino like this wouldn't just have only three guards patrolling the area, especialliy with all the money at stake and all the distraction couldn't of taken up more than one or two people. So the question was, why was it so easy to get around?

Soon they approached the corner and Gambit darted out ahead of them before Saint could react. Damn, the older man was a lot faster on his feet than he had expected but still, his words struck a chord with theyoung Acolyte. Two robberys at the same time was very uncommon, but they could handle some humans, after all they were Brotherhood and they were experienced enough to deal with a few robbers to get to their cash. However, the fact that Gambit had got some cards out told the Brit to keep on his toes and Saint drew some blades out of his fingers, ready to throw them if something started. He wasn't looking to kill anyone tonight, but if he needed to, he would rather do it quickly.

However, it looked like someone had already beaten him to the punch. A gory scene lay for their eyes, bodys lieing across the room like a small child had ripped apart some paper dolls and left them. Even in years as a terrorist, Saint had not seen a scene like this since someone had exploded a bomb inside a small cafe in France. There the similiar patterns of body parts being seperated from their owners and people dead everywhere had been the results of an explosion but that wasn't what had happened here. No, someone had done this, and whoever had wasn't human.

When the door was kicked in and what Saint assumed was the killer caught his view, Saint felt the bile rise in his throat at the sight. However, the man looked like one of his victims after being hypnotised, as if in a trance. This wasn't his work, and that theory came true before he even had a chance to voice it out loud. Spinning around like the others, he suddenly saw the real killer. The man seemed to know Remy but whether that was a good thing or not Kyle didn't know.

"Gambit, who the hell is he" Saint said quietly, keeping his eyes firmly looking at the figure, trying to figure out whether to flee or stand his ground. Either way, this wouldn't be a pleasent encounter.
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Standing before him was a man Gambit hadn't seen in possibly ten years; he didn't look the slightest bit different. Still the same slightly noticeable lines etching his face, hinting at the old age that locked away like a lake held back by a damn just starting to show signs of wear. Remy on the other hand had aged quite a bit, he no longer had the face of a man in his early twenties, but that of someone with experience – someone who had wrestled with life and had the battle scars to prove it. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the feeling in the pit of his stomach from translating on his face; Essex merely continued to give the three a silent, unsettling smile.

"Gambit, who the hell is he,” Saint finally demanded. Gambit couldn't blame the Acolyte for his tone. Robbing a casino in and of itself was difficult enough, but to have an unknown variable like this pop up and impede their plans was a recipe for disaster. Backup could get here at any moment... hell Remy wouldn't be surprised it SWAT vans were on their way out here already. Not to mention that this man could kill them all without even breaking a sweat.

“Nathaniel Essex,” Gambit finally said, his gaze never leaving the older man, “Met him in Mississippi 'bout ten years ago. Helped me out with a lil' problem.”

“Why Remy... I'm touched you remember me so well,” the Essex replied as his smile grew a little more pleased. He turned his attention to Saint, “Mr. Lebeau owes me a favor. It's time he repay his debt Mr. Trent.” His hands glanced down at the Acolyte's hands, “And put those ridiculous psionic implements away. Not only would they be completely ineffective, but I would shut your brain down before you could even life a finger. And if you even attempt your hypnosis, I'm afraid you would only receive a nasty psychic virus as a result... do yourself a favor and not attempt to test my warning.”

His gaze turned on Rogue, “And you, my dear... I have to say... I'm almost tempted to ask Remy for you instead of my original request.” He flashed her a particularly sinister smile, “The ability to absorb the supernatural abilities of anyone you touch? I'm curious to see how physical mutations affect your anatomy.”

Gambit made a slight move – a half step forward; the hand with the glowing cards flinched, “You lay a finger on her and I'll--”

“Calm down Gambit,” Essex cut in without taking his eyes off the southern belle, “Despite my interest in your little friend, there is a much more pressing matter at hand. Still... if you ever decide you'd like to permanently retain the abilities you absorb or be able to touch others without fear of involuntarily harming them, come see me. I'd be happy to be at your service for a very small price.”

“Don't listen to him, Rogue. You'll end up selling your soul,” the Cajun interjected.

Ignoring his words, Essex turned his attention back to Gambit, “As I said... I'm here to call in that favor, Remy.”

“What do you want,” Gambit said, his heart pounding in his chest despite the poker face.

“I require a meeting with Magneto. On the 17th. One o' clock in the afternoon on the old Brotherhood grounds.”

Remy merely looked back at the devil he had sold his soul to, not really believing that this was the result of the deal that had been haunting him for years. This was all he wanted from the Cajun? A meeting? His black and red eyes narrowed at the geneticist, “That's all you want? We even after this?”

“Hardly,” Nathaniel returned dryly, “One meeting in exchange for what I did for you? Consider it a small percentage of your debt paid.”

Gambit hesitated a few minutes. Essex wouldn't budge on his stance and Gambit couldn't afford to stand around and haggle in the middle of a nearly impossible robbery. It was likely why the man had decided to call in the favor at such an inopportune moment. Finally, Remy jerked his head at Saint, “He's the one with the boss's ear.”

Essex merely looked at Saint, “Well?”
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Rogue quickly learned that apparently Saint had no idea who the stranger that stood before them was either, but Gambit definitely did. She wasn't sure if that information made her feel any better or not. What she did know was that she didn't want to be in the presence of this Essex fellow for very much longer if she could help it. To emphasize that feeling she felt a shiver crawl up her spine and glance back down at the carnage around her once more.

She was also beginning to get the feeling that they probably weren't going to be able to finish this particular job, which considering their present situation she wasn't too upset about. The only thing she hoped for was that they would be able to get out of here without being blamed for the brutal deaths of several casion security guards. All things considering she, Gambit and Saint had been pretty subtle about their entry, and at least they hadn't permanently harmed anyone.

Rogue blinked a moment at the words that followed Saint's question about who the hell this man was. She considered Gambit's words a moment, but figured that now was definitely not the best time to ask about them, in fact she didn't think there would be any better time to ask. She then considered Essex's words, apparently Saint's powers and abilities would be completely useless against him. Ah wonder if my powers would be useless against him as well... She thought, but wasn't about to try to get an answer in regards to her thoughts, she figured it would probably end very badly and their situation was bad enough already, no need to add any more potential problems to it.

A moment later Essex's gaze turned to her and she had to force herself not to back away. Instead she set her jaw and met his eyes firmly. She managed not to flinch when he gave her a very sinister smile, something that she was quite proud of herself for accomplishing. Her emerald gaze flickered over to Gambit upon hearing both his and Essex's next words. She tried not to let it show that she was afraid of this supposedly unassuming man.

Rogue's eyes slowly shifted back over to Essex and then once again towards Remy. She was ashamed to admit that when her gaze traveled back to the Cajun she almost considered Essex's offer, but when she remembered all the dead or very seriously injured people around her she immediately shook those thoughts out of her head.

She fixed her gaze on Essex and said, rather defiantly, “As much as ah would love t'be able t'touch others without harmin' them...” She paused briefly for emphasis, “If th'person who show me how to is capable of doin' this,” She gestured towards the fallen security guards, “Ah don't want any part of it.” She ended rather firmly. If it was actually possible for her to learn how to be able to touch someone without involuntarily harming them she would want to be taught by someone who didn't terrify her.
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When Nathaniel Essex stood in front of them, Saint expected someone a lot more wild considering that he had just slaughtered a room full of guards. But there was something off-putting, an eerie air of calm around the average looking man. Kyle did not know whether to be scared, angry. impressed or worried. At the moment it was a volatile mix in his stomach. He was all ready to throw the blades at the mans head till he talked to Saint.

What was more chilling than anything was that he knew Saint's real name. While his first name was known by a few, his last wasn't as well known, not even most of the Brotherhood knew, which meant one of two things. The man had been following him, observing his life since he left the UK and had access to his old identification records, most which could only be accessed by a certain few. Or the second and far more plausible, yet vastly more dangerous: the man was a telepath.

Saint knew that trying to block his thoughts would be useless as his mental defences were only a little better than an average human and with the warning that his powers were useless, there was little he could do unless he wanted to test that theory out. Yet with seeing the remains of the guards, even if they were human, made Saint decide to not test his luck.

Yet when Essex started to look at Rogue like she was an new purchase, Saint fought back the urge to attack. The fact that Essex was probably in his head still, coupled with the protectiveness that he felt towards the Brotherhood members (well, barring a few) irritated the usually calm Saint. However, the fact that there Essex did sound like he could pull off the threat made him stay, and with that the purple blades vanished as Saint continued to stand, listening to the conversation.

Suddenly he realised that the topic had turned to requests and that Essex wanted to see the big boss himself, Magneto. However, if the man could come along and find them in the middle of a speedy mission, then why couldn't he easily find where Murderworld was? It was slightly confusing to Saint that he had come to see the monkeys rather than talk to the organ grinder. But that wasn't an issue right now. What was the issue was the mission. This powerful figurre was something that was affecting it and needed to be sorted.

"I'll pass on the request, but whether Magneto turns up or not is up to him. I can't guarantee more than that"
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Essex betrayed no emotions on his face with Rogue's response to him... it was as if he had expected it or really didn't care. Had he meant what he said to the young woman or was he just playing games like he had done with Gambit all those years ago. Yes... Remy could never forget those analytical eyes, looking at everything and everyone as if they were all merely lab rats he could pluck up and use whenever he wanted to. His looks alone were unsettling, but when he talked... when he fixed you with that scrutinizing gaze and actually addressed you... that alone was almost enough to drive a man to drink in an attempt to escape the fear. It was what Gambit had done almost every night that he had stood in the presence of Essex. Regardless of the motive behind Nathaniel's words, Gambit couldn't help but be a little proud of the way Rogue managed to turn him down with very little hesitation... he wished he'd actually had that choice ten years ago.

Not this time though... as quick as he could, he passed the buck to the teenager with the psionic knives. After all... Gambit already owed Essex for what the geneticist had done for him... he didn't need any more attention from the madman, and if Saint wanted to play underboss so much, then he'd have to roll up his sleeves and do the dirty work that came along with the job. While the Cajun liked him a whole hell of a lot better than Primal, he wouldn't shed any tears over Magneto's number one fanatic.

Gambit watched Saint, awaiting his response to Sinister, and finally the Acolyte spoke, "I'll pass on the request, but whether Magneto turns up or not is up to him. I can't guarantee more than that." Remy looked back at Essex awaiting for his reply; the man merely looked over the three of them for a few moments as if he were turning what Saint said over in his head.

“I trust you will... tell him that it's a matter of life and death... not only for himself and his Brotherhood, the the mutant race as a whole.” Fixing his gaze on Saint, he reiterated, “Remember... the old Brotherhood ruins at one on the seventeenth. Tell him to be on time too.” He looked back at Gambit, “Don't think our business if finished, Lebeau. I still have need of you yet.” He looked over his shoulder into the vault, “I hope you don't mind that I ruined your fun. The security systems have been disabled so you can just go in there and take the artifact,” he said looking back at the three of them. Obviously he could sense enough confusion telepathically to know that they had no idea what he was talking about. “Oh... I'm sorry. You didn't know exactly what you were after, did you? Well, it's in there waiting for you.” His eyes widened in surprise, “He thinks that the Cyttorak is worth between sixty and seventy million? Tell that man not to sell it for a penny less than one hundred fifty.” With that, he stepped forward, passing between the trio as he made his way for the door, pausing in his exit. “That's lovely young lady you have here,” he muttered to Gambit and turned to hand Rogue a small card with a phone number written in pen. “Call me if you ever change your mind, young lady.” With that, he was out the door whistling a mournful tune the Cajun didn't recognize.

Remy looked over his shoulder and watched the man depart for a few moments before turning back to the open vault and stepping into the opening. His red on black eyes immediately spotted a red stone narrow and tall; the artifact almost seemed to shine with a crimson light of its own. The rest of the vault surrounding it almost felt dead, and somewhere in his gut, Remy knew that Sinister had told them the truth at least about this. He quickly ran in, grabbed the stone, and quickly retreated, “Anyone else for gettin de hell outta here?”
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