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Topic Started: Dec 15 2009, 11:01 AM (804 Views)
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North Salem, Westchester County, New York, very small, very quiet. He wanted it that way, he liked it that way. He was twenty nine years old today, but he felt so much older. Ruby Red Summers no longer even thought of himself as Scott. Even his brother, now a suit in Jus Suli, almost never called him anything but Ruby, unless he was trying to make a point, or was angry with him. They hadn't talked in a year, the two brothers. Alex was putting on airs now in that country of his, saying that there was something more out there, something better that he could be doing to help their people instead of just help himself. Ruby pointed out that he gave purpose to Lorelei and Beta would probably be dead or in jailed, but Alex had been brainwashed by speeches made by some disciples of the new mutant motormouth Magnus back when he was in high school, advocating might made right, by everything Ruby could figure. That's where Ruby lost him to idealism. Whatever it was, militarism, civil disobedience or political protesting, Ruby wanted no part of it, and that got up Alex's ass. He was young and idealistic, thinking there could be some kind of work they could do, some kind of support they could give...

... some kind of difference they could make.

That's what happened when you were young and had the world ahead of you. That's what Ruby had thought when Jack told him that they were striking out at human society, hitting them where it hurt... their wallets. Ruby believed it, probably mostly because he wanted to, because he didn't want to believe he was being steadily turned into a criminal, dependent on drink, drug, that he was liking it too much, that he was becoming addicted to the power as much as anything else. He had clung to that hope that there was meaning to this all until the betrayal, until he understood what it was he had become.

By that time, it was too late.

Last week the gang had used their unique talents to relieve a jewelry shop of its ware, even though there was plenty of Jack left. Ruby was notoriously protective of the diamonds he kept hidden, using them only for very specific instances. It was more practicality than sentiment. After all, flooding the market with diamonds as perfect as the remains of the bastard that had simultaneously saved and ruined his life had left behind would ruin their value. As often as not, when the fundage was running low, and by low that meant under fifty million, Ruby and his gang did what they had to do. After all, they had a reputation to protect, and frankly, fifty was peanuts. Ruby wasn't greedy after all. He just knew how much it took to have a little power without having too much power. Usually he kept his net worth closer to sixty but with Alex's school, Beta's expensive taste in women, the occasional police payoff, and his own less than frugal habits, well, eventually he needed to fill his coffers.

The jewelry was sold now. His employers had owned a competing shop, and this would tip the scales in their favor. By now, the gems had been pried from their settings and reworked in other ways, disguised, hidden, recut, and Lorelei had herself had some pretty new baubles to wear. Normally, he didn't like his people to keep anything from their jobs, but what Baby wants, Baby gets.

Besides, he had nicked a watch for himself. Ruby enjoyed time pieces. The precision of the gears, the electronics within, something he had always wanted to study, something he never would, that fascinated him, as much as planes did. He could watch the planes cross the sky for hours and remember his mom and dad taking him and 'Lexy... Always those thoughts though lead him to the plummet through the sky, the fall to the earth, the fall from grace. A dangerous train of thought, a dangerous place for the mind of a man like Ruby Red Summers to go.

So, he'd built himself a shrine, a sanctuary, a fortress of solitude in this quiet part of the state that was his home, and it was to indulge his image of who he wanted to be, not who he really was. Ruby wasn't a gangsta, with gold chains and diamond teeth. He wasn't a petty thug. Ruby instead modeled his persona on the gangsters of old, of the black and white noir films, Edward G. Robinson, James Cagney, Peter Lorre, Alan Ladd... he wore a fedora to keep the rain out of his eyes, since his glasses could fog in bad weather, he dressed sharply, even when in jeans, he treated people with respect even as he was bashing a cane across their temple to knock them out. He knew how to use a gun, and he knew how to use it well, but he rarely needed to. A smart man knew when to use force, and Ruby, though he hadn't finished high school thanks to his damned eyes, considered himself a smart man.

His 'happy place' was a movie theatre, a classic old building he'd had refurbished and polished and cleaned. The seats were plush, the curtains velvet, and more often than not, Ruby was the only person in the audience, though, on occasion he let one of Beta's less verbal dupes tag along to run the projector. Usually though, it was just him, sitting back, and watching the films of the romanticized toughs he wanted to be. Slow saxophone, deep shadows, dangerous femme fatales and a deep sense of pessimistic fatalism. The fact that most of these men he emulated died or were otherwise destroyed didn't escape Ruby. He watched the films for that reason, he figured. To remind himself that this was not going to end well, that he was the bad guy here and not Robin Hood. As deluded as Ruby was and could be, this was one thing he knew. His parents would not have been proud of who he was.

It was really too late to do anything about it.

Sitting alone in the theatre, tonight watching Six Bridges to Cross, 1955 Universal Picture starring Tony Curtis and Sal Mineo in his screen debut, story of a kid who grows up to be a criminal despite the mentoring of a police officer who takes an interest in him, Ruby, a scotch and vicodin cocktail in one hand, a cigarette in the other, wondered if things would have turned out different had had someone take an interest in him that wasn't a scum like Jack. As he watched Curtis's unsuccessful attempt to stay on the straight and narrow, Ruby felt kinship but no real desire to learn from it. He liked to think of himself as a hardened criminal, someone terribly tragic and disaffected by the world around him, but he was, in truth, very young, very bitter, and very self pitying.

Survival was key, and he could see the signs that people like Alex couldn't. A time was going to come when they had to go to ground, and when that time came, Ruby was going to make sure that ground was covered in gold.

Or he'd die young, and be rid of it all.

Either way, Ruby was prepared.

On screen the black shadows hid Curtis's eyes.

In the theatre, only the red glow of his cigarette, and the redder glow of his glasses showed where Ruby sat.
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The chaffeaured cadillac pulled up to the location she had been given. A refurbished movie theatre it appeared to be not exactly where she expected to find a criminal master mind, but she hadn't risen to the ranks of her success by judging any book by its cover. She had paid top dollar for the intell she had received. Here was an ideal a place as any she reasoned to find him. It would hardly stand for him to be in a locale with a large lighted sign and arrow that pointed.

Whereabouts of Ruby Red Summers.

No, it had taken precious time and money to locate the man who was the apparent leader of a gang of master thieves. How he earned his money was of no business to her. She had a purpose, a promise she had made to her brother to keep, and if tying herself to the likes of Ruby Red Summers was what it took to get the job done then so be it. She hand learned early that the strangest of bed fellows could at times be the only means to get the job done properly.

The man had connections. Connections she desperately needed if she was to get her plan off the ground. She had too much at stake with her company to trust anyone to this task but herself. As always it would be up to her and her alone. She trusted few people and even those closest to her on that list did not know everything of her plans. Rather she felt it best to keep each person on a need to know status. So that if one end of the plan failed there was nothing to tie it to any other faction. It was in those preparations that had led her here to this place and this man.

He would most likely not be a trustworthy ally. She knew very well there was little loyalty amongst thieves, but the man ran a huge operation from what she understood. That stole and most importantly smuggled vast amounts of jewels and god knew what else to various places across the globe. A person who oversaw all that would surely have associates who could help her out in her endeavor. A person may have been much larger than a diamond to move, but transport was transport. If he was unable to help her himself, he would know of others who could. Information and allies across the globe that would help her succeed in her endeavor. She had sought him out for such purposes. Even if his business was that of less than a business nature it was still a business, and business was one thing Emma Frost knew very well.

"Are you sure this is the place your wanting to get out at Ms. Frost"

the driver of the car asked her nervously obviously afraid to be depositing the CEO in such a remote place.

Emma reached out with her telepathy to verify that she was in the right place. Yes, he was in there and most importantly he was alone.

"I will be quite fine Arnold. I can assure you. Just take the car back into town and wait till I call you. i'll inform you when I'm ready"

Albert reluctantly nodded his head aware that an order from her was not to be second guessed. She was afraid of few things tonight. Her personal safety was not one of them.

Emma exited the car and briefly stood along its side as she checked her makeup and reflection in the small driver's mirror. She was wearing a strapless bandage style white halter dress that left little to the imagination. Her formerly brown hair had been highlighted blond and she had painted her lips a shocking shade of red. She had to sell herself as much as her plan to him. She assumed it was only appropriate she looked the part.

She entered the theatre as Albert drove the car away into the night. She followed the sounds from the inside as much as that of her telepathy. An old noir movie played on the screen as she entered where she could sense he was. A gangster movie or something of the sort. She was not surprised it would have only been shocking if he had been watching something romantic like "Casablanca".

She proceeded to find the light switch in the theatre and turned it on flooding the room with light and announcing her presence. She leaned up seductively against the wall, to show him she was unarmed and no threat.

"Ruby Red Summers, I presume. I'm Emma Frost and I have something I need to discuss with you."
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Since his earliest encounters with the telepathic Thunderbolt known as Marvel, Ruby had become very attuned to his own mental privacy, so even the tiny feather light touch the woman used to ascertain his presence was enough for him to realize there was something amiss. He gulped back the scotch, feeling the grittiness of the pills he'd crushed into it, on his tongue, and took a final drag off his cigarette before he stubbed it out in the ashtray next to him. He did not flick the butt on the floor, he had more respect than that. Unbuttoning the coat he wore, he flipped the thumbreak on his belt holster, and readied himself. Someone was coming for him, possibly, or he could be paranoid. Either way, Ruby was ready.

The lights came on and he was on his feet, gun drawn. One of the benefits of his powers was that there was never total darkness, even when his eyes were closed. It was hard to blind him, his eyes always adjusting in their own unique way.

It was lucky for the woman who stood there, too, or she might've had a bullet in the middle of that impressive and barely covered chest. "Ruby Red Summers, I presume. I'm Emma Frost and I have something I need to discuss with you." she cooed, leaning against the wall, the picture of seductive innocence.

He dropped the gun down, but didn't click on the safety. Reaching over with his free hand, he snapped off the projector, just as Curtis was muttering, coldly, despairingly, "Two things I can never be, Mrs. Gallagher. That's a father...and a citizen of my country."

Ruby looked the woman up and down and then said, "Ruby who? I look like a Ruby to you? Isn't that a girl's name? I ain't much, my I'm definitely a guy. You got the wrong man, Ms. Frost. My name's Chris Jacks." The Names of his fathers, one who gave him life, one who destroyed it. His standard alias. "How'd you get in the theatre? We're closed for the night."
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As she stared at the barrel of the gun pointed at her Emma kept her gaze keenly on Ruby Red now calling himself Chris Jacks.. She was not fooled by his alias or afraid of the gun he had positioned and aimed at her chest. She knew should could be in bullet proof diamond form in milliseconds before any bullet he fired could strike her. As for his Chris Jacks alias she expected as much. Much the same as his whereabouts had been secluded so would his person be as well. He underestimated her greatly if he assumed she had shown up here out of the blue. Her research on the bandit had been thorough. He fit the description she had been given of Ruby Red to the letter. The protective signature red shades being the tipping off point. Who other then one who needed them would be sitting alone in a darkened theatre wearing sunglasses? No, he was Ruby Red whether he called himself Chris Jacks or the Prince of Wales.

"Door was open, but most doors are open to me."

She answered his question without removing her eyes from him,

"But if that's how you'd like to play it Mr. Jacks" she said the name with emphasis to let him know she wasn't buying it at all.

"You'll find that's fine by me. I may have just arrived here but I didn't arrive by way of a turnip truck if you understand my meaning. You can point your gun down as well. Unless you feel like more of a man holding a gun against a defenseless woman like myself. Personally, I find such things rather crass. I expected the great Ruby Red Summers to be anything but a thug."

Her words bled with sweetness and sarcasm. She had mastered board room and bed room in such ways. Dangerous leader of thieves he may have been. She was still her and she would approach this meeting as she did all others on equal footing and with a commanding stature.

"Hypothetically speaking" she replied to him coolly as she moved down the aisle her hand grazing against the wall. Touching it with the tips of her fingers.

"You are in fact Ruby Red Summers, girls name or not. Your are the commander and dare I say general of what is quite possibly the largest organized band of criminals in the country. I'd call you the Godfather but I wouldn't due you the disservice. Your a smart man Mr. Jacks, but your not omnipotent. Even someone like you leaves a trace, and I'm a lady that does her homework."

She approached him now moving in as seductive a way as she knew. She was aware of her femininity and its sway. Regardless of whomever he claimed to be. He was at nature a man, and men noticed a woman like her. It was a low card to play, but she knew in a game such as this it was best to keep all her hand in the game.

"I have a job for you Mr. Jacks or a serious of jobs. I can make it well worth your while. I merely need you to hear me out.. I'm willing to cut the shit if you are. I can assure you I'm not SHIELD or any form of government. Your welcome to frisk me if you like"

She was close to him now extending her arms out by her side and doing a turn as if to dramatize her point.

"We are both people of business here. However the means we acquire it. So lets drop the charade shall we, and get down to the facts."
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She was bold and brash and hot as hell, Ruby saw that easily. She called him on his lie, claiming she knew things that she probably did. After all, he could get the information on anyone he wanted, it would be sheer arrogance to think that no one else could. Ruby snorted at her comments about his gun, and he said, "A thug is exactly what Ruby Red Summers is, certainly not anything great." He holstered his gun though, not replacing the thumbreak, just in case, and snatched up his cane, limping around the small row of seats, "You're overestimating me, you know," he said, dropping the pretense. "There's a lot of organizations larger than mine. I'm a jewel thief and a bank robber, not a mafia don."

She sashayed up to him, still pouring on the flattery and he had to laugh, "You want to cut the shit, cut all of it. I don't need smoke blown up my ass. As you see I have a movie to watch, and some heavy drinking to do. Today's my birthday and I'm not hoping to spend it dancing around issues with a devil in an angel's disguise. "

She offered to let him frisk her and he smiled, "Oh, well, gee, lady," he affected an aw-shucks personality that went worryingly well with the boyishness of his face, disarmingly youthful despite his age-worn manner. "You make it hard for a boy to resist."

He slipped his free hand to her waist, not expecting to find anything, because, well, in that dress, she'd be hard pressed to find a place to hide a weapon, and though he did a precursory search, Ruby didn't press his advantage and his hands did not stray where they shouldn't. It was probably a foolish move not to search her thoroughly, but Ruby was a gentleman, despite his less than wholesome choice of career. She talked as he frisked her, telling him she had a job for him and he shrugged.

"You've done your homework, you know I don't take jobs lightly, and you know when I do take 'em, I don't come cheap," Ruby took one step back, still standing too close to her, purposely to assert himself in a dominant position. She knew him, or she wanted to know him, she'd be playing by his rules. "The world's recovering from war, Ms. Frost, and people like you and me aren't really welcome in this part of the world, these days." He tapped his head, "Don't creep around in my skull or I'm going to open some of those doors for you by throwing you through them, get me?"
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He was an intriguing figure she realized as he chose to meet her assumptions point for point. She had expected him to be a lot of things, attractive and in some ways charming had not been very high on the list. As his hand grazed her waist she remained stoic, business before pleasure she reminded herself. Though usually she equated one in the same. His awe shucks home grown brief act was not lost on her. Neither was his remarks about her entering his mind with her telepathy. He had obviously had experience with those with mental prowess and telepathic powers. Yes, Ruby Red Summers was most definitely more than she had expected to find in a criminal leader.

"Touche, Mr. Summers. I normally don't confess my gifts to those I just meet, but as you seem to be aware of such things. Then yes, as you have surmised I am a telepath, but I'm not out to play tricks with your head. I want your help willingly, its less fun the other way around."

He moved back a little still asserting his power in his stance. She was not surprised. This was his den. His turf. She had sought him out, and loathe as she may have been to admit it he held the advantage. In a game of cons he was obviously a master player. He had been playing the game as long as she had if not longer. It had been a while since she had met a partner as viable as herself. It gave the business she had sought him out for an even more seductive air. It was easy to find those in the world to do her bidding, whether they chose to by her words or will. A person who could match her point for point was a rare site. It was shaping up to be a most intriguing meeting.

"Money is of no issue, Mr. Summers. It is Summers now isn't it? I'm a wealthy woman though I also know your not scrapping for pocket change yourself, but you are right about what you said about war although I disagree with you on one point."

She eased her weight against the back of one of the movie seats never losing his gaze. If the two were in a dance of wills she was willing to let him lead so long as it finished with her getting her way.

"The war is far from over. We stand at the precipise of the eradication of our race. All mutants and not just the ones who merit recognition are being loathed and hated and it will be only a matter of time before the anger spills over to the detriment of all. I'm no guru, Mr. Summers. Nor am I buying into some ideal of a free mutant nation with champagne rivers and cherry trees, but as we stand now its the best hope mutant kind has. I've been running an operation, a small one as is. Helping to get mutants who are in the most danger or in the most need from the states into Jus Soli, but I've been unable to take my plan farther."

She rose again tousling her hair slightly. She was cautious not to reveal to much of her operation and what she had been accomplishing. She was intrigued by Ruby Red, but she had no trust for him. Two snakes in a garden never did eye the other with faith. At nature they were both sole credited creatures she assumed. He may help her if he seen fit, but only if it benefited him as well. In the end his main interest would lye with himself, no others, and especially not with her.

"You have connections. All over the world. I assume one doesn't run a vast theft and smuggling ring without them, and you have connections in Jus Soli. Family if my intell is correct. You can help me take my plan global. In return I can offer you finance, but many other things as well."

She moved closer to him now to establish that she to could hold her own. " My company is quite large and I have allies in the government. I can offer you access to Passports, dummy corporations to hide you wealth, introduction into high society if you so wish. I'm sure you know how this goes you scratch my back. I scratch yours."

She pressed her hands against his chest and placed a kiss on his cheek

"In case you thought I had forgotten. Happy Birthday"
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Her comments on his familiarity with telepaths made him smile. "I've been stalked and followed by SHIELD's mind bended for years, Ms. Frost. She's been in my head so much, you'd think we were married. Yeah, I know how it feels when my mind has an uninvited guest." Ruby headed back to his seat and caught up the bottle of scotch, pouring a couple finger fulls into his glass, and bringing the bottle over as listened to her talk. She went on and on and on, Jesus, does this woman ever shut up? He shook his head as she told him what she needed from him, setting the drink aside, a chasing it with a couple pills.

"Hold up, lady, you got the wrong Summers," Ruby shrugged, "You want someone to help you in that happy little reservation that Magnus moron set up, then you give my brother a call. He's an ambassador or something, works within the law to get our people into their gilded cage. You know the new laws right? SHIELD's offering amnesty to even big bad criminals. Guess they figure they're willing to forgive our transgressions as long as we become someone else's problems." He poured himself another drink and said, "I don't know how to get in touch with him. We don't talk anymore. I am assuming the kid has an office or a secretary or something."

Gulping his drink down, he looked up at the woman, rising to his feet as she suggested a mutual back scratching. He smirked, all kinds of unwholesome thoughts running through his head, and he had no doubt that even if she wasn't reading his mind that she knew exactly what a girl like her could do to a guy like him. Sure enough, she put her hands on his chest and leaned in for a birthday kiss.

His arms went around her back, pulling her close enough that there wasn't a promise's width between them. "I might be able to help you, I suppose, but money, I got, escape plans, politicians in my back pocket. I need something unique, I need something... interesting to whet my interest."
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" I know the goods when I see the goods. Mr Summers, and your the goods. I wouldn't have traveled across town to this shitty little theatre for any other reason, but we can talk more about the fine print later right now… Well no one should celebrate their birthday alone."

She pushed him into one of the theatre seats, as she stood over him. This was territory she was familiar with. They could work out the logistics later. A satisfied man was easier to maneuver anyway. In the game of cat and mouse she was used to playing this was a favorite part. There was a reason seduction was considered an art. She thought herself a master at the game. A skilled lover and thinker. She would take the sting of his words from his mouth and replace them with something sweeter. There was no rule against her enjoying herself as well. Every task should have its treat.

She removed her dress slowly so as to draw his attention to every detail she wanted him to notice. The curves in her frame. The shape of her body. She was aware of her features keenly and how best to present them. There was a madness to passion, and she wanted to drive him to it. To just give him everything he wanted would be little fun. Rather she would stoke the flames. Give him just enough till he wanted more, and then take all she wanted for herself.

"Feel free to take what you like, but remember to like what you take." She cooed at him seductively. Nothing lowered the defenses of a man like the advances of a woman. She owned her sexuality. She knew that, being neither victim nor martyr but one who was in control of what they possessed. Their was little need for love or feelings in the act. It was passion without principal, and that was the way she liked to play.
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If Ruby was a better man, he would have refused what was being offered here on the moral grounds that he didn't know her, he didn't love her. If he was a worse man, he wouldn't have known that no woman offers herself like this without an ulterior motive, and she was intending on playing him like a fiddle. Ruby wasn't a stupid man run by his nethers, but neither was he a man who denied himself something that offered him some pleasure. The key to this whole situation was who had the control, who had the power.

It was a game. The same game he'd played since Jack taught him the rules in a litany of betrayal that ended in a shatter of diamond. The same game Ruby played in prison that keep him on the top of the heap of the scum, and not the bride of someone physically stronger. The same game that put an uneducated orphan with a bum leg and an uncontrollable power on SHIELD's Most Wanted Mutants list.

Ruby played the game because by playing it, by mastering it, he got the power and control that he didn't just want but definitely needed. He had been a powerless orphan too long. He had been an out of control mutant too long.

He was not going to ever lose what he had right now, ever, and this woman and what she was offering... well, she was going to bend to his will.

But Ruby was also a man who knew that there was a difference between bending and breaking. There was something she wanted and there was something he wanted. They could dance this dance and play this game all night, and eventually someone would snap the other in half. Yes, that was the way of people like them.

But did it have to be like this? Did they have to play alpha, did they have to approach each other with their hackles up? Or was there a way to develop a sort of honor amongst thieves?

The woman's body was spectacular, hinting of man made perfection but that didn't matter to him. She was hot, and she knew it, and who cared if it was store bought.

"Feel free to take what you like, but remember to like what you take." she urged, and Ruby smiled.

"I like it all," he said, "Now, show me what you can do with it." He reached out and caught her arm, pulling her into his lap. "One thing, don't touch my glasses. That's the only thing off limits."
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" Just keep your eyes open behind those shades. You won't want to miss a moment of this."

She straddled him in his seat as her hands made there way into his hair and she parted his lips with her mouth and tongue. There were worse ways to negotiate a treaty she mused, and definitely worse company to do it with. It would began with necessary violence an act she knew that was a bridge between passion and power. Neither would want to surrender control, and even as clothes were removed and parts caressed both would remain guarded. There was little room for compromise. In this battle they were both warriors. Even as he touched her she knew surrender would never be spoken.

As their union parted and clothes that had been removed were returned to the bodies they had been stripped off of. She began the next part of her plan. Bedding him had not been something she had counted on, Especially since she was one to never play it fast and loose, but what was done was done. She didn't believe in regrets especially with someone who had been an impeccable lover.

"Do you know of Gordan Bendis, CEO of Bendis International. Well Gordan is a shrewd businessman along with being a fervent mutant hater. He has funneled a fortune of his companies money into any bill and means necessary he can to limit or alienate mutant rights. I'm sure your wondering what this has to do with you. Well its simple, Gordan has an advanced prototype for a microchip of some sorts. Revolutionary in fact, that with said chip his company will triple in value which means more money for dear Gordan to put into his campaign of hate and fear mongering. Now if I had that microchip, I would be able to all but put Bendis Industries back into the great depression, and probably send Gordan sailing like a bird from the window of his penthouse apartment. I would handle all of this myself, but Gordan has placed certain blocks in the paths of telepaths even those as good as I am."

She gave Ruby a cat ate the canary smile as she presented his role in the plans she had. It was time to bring their deal to a close and recruit him for a higher purpose.

"The seventeenth of next month Bendis is having a launch ball to toast the announcement of his latest breakthrough that he thins no one knows about. All the glitterati of the city will be there decked into their best with a fortune in Harry winston Diamonds, and Cartier jewels. Along with this"

Reaching into her purse she pulled a invitation from it regarding details of the ball Bendis Industries would be sponsoring, along with the piece de resistance that would also be on display that night.

" As you can see Mr. Bendis is also putting on display for the night the famous Truman diamond one of the largest uncut gems left out of the public market. I can get you and your team access to that party Mr Summers. All I want is the microchip, the Diamond, the jewelry consider it bonus collateral for your work besides what I will pay you. I'm talking a smooth hit here, the chance to leave with some fancy stones and put a mutant hating scumbag out into the poorhouse where he belongs."

She crossed and uncrossed her legs as she eyed him intently.

"The question is are you in or are you out?"
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Emma Frost was, like many pretty women who have used their sexuality to open doors, a good lover. Now, if there was nothing more to her, he would would broom her out the door, faster than she could zip up her dress. She was good, but not that good so he'd keep her around. Maybe if he let her use her telepathy on him to enhance the experience, it might've been something amazing, but Lorelei had everything over this woman, and could be her if she wanted.

That wasn't to say that Ruby wouldn't take her out for a spin again though. One did what one had to do sometimes... and one did what one wanted to do more often. At least when you were a man like Ruby Summers.

He wasn't a slouch either, though, like everything he practiced until he was perfect, because he would accept nothing less than perfection, and this was of course a battle more than love making. Each was trying to out do the other, and so there was a passion and intensity that had nothing to do with affection. It was powerful, though and Ruby did enjoy power.

Afterwards though, she went right back to business, and now that she believed she had seduced him into doing her bidding, she revealed her hand, and oh, she didn't have the hand she thought she did.

"So, you're not the do gooder you pretend to be," Ruby smirked, "You know I took that chip last year, don't you. It's somewhere safe, and the price hasn't changed. No one else has managed to make it worth my time, so what makes you think you have? Is this shiny little diamond worth what I'm asking for the device? Tell me, Emma, is this really to benefit our brothers and sisters trapped here in enemy territory, or is this to benefit Emma Frost and only Emma Frost? I don't really care, but I ask for honesty in the people I work with."
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Emma was not a fan of surprises. She like preparation and knowledge. To blindly stumble into the fact that something was not what she thought it had been and to be met with a entirely different situation then the one she had been prepared for … well she didn't care for that at all. The microchip was an important bargaining tool. The fact that Ruby had the chip instead of her competition provided her with little comfort. The criminal master would not just hand it over simply because she batted her eyes and said pretty please. No. What had happened was that a complicated situation just got a lot harder.

"I'm not a saint Mr. Summers. Never claimed to be, if I was Id be wearing a veil and helping the poor in Calcutta. I'm a practical woman. Its possible to do good things while still keeping an eye out for yourself. I'm not out to rule the world but I'm no mission's martyr that's for damn sure"

She had acted to suddenly in sleeping with him she know knew. Not that she could have physically screwed him out of his property but it would have been nice to have had at least that back. Now he had somethings she wanted. she had done basically gave him a good time. There was little to stop him from saying, "Pick your panties up on the way out" and brushing her like a quick time out of the door. As the saying went it wasn't easy being easy. If she wanted to salvage this meeting she would have to be quick on her feet.

"We both live in the real world, Ruby. Things like good and evil don't matter much when survival is on the line. I can do great things with that chip. I'm not out to be a queen, but the opportunity to know what were facing, and get to those who need help before the government does is something that can decide this battle before things reach a point of no return."

How best to get him to see things in her light was a challenge. Money meant little to the man. He had stated as much at the first of their encounter. Loyalty towards their brethren also probably would hold little sway. Ruby Red Summers was a self made man. Greater acts of altruism would mean little to the man by her reasons. He was a sole counting creature. So pleas of the greater good would hold no weight with him. It would be best to approach this from as much business point as possible. He had something she wanted. She would have to likewise find her own metaphorical chip to bargain with.

" You can sell it to the highest bidder if you want, but in my hands you have the advantage of knowing something that could one day be turned against you and your team or against mutant kind as a whole is in the hands of a mutant. As for the 'shinny little diamond' as you called it as far as monetary value goes it has no limit. As a man who has dealt in diamonds his whole life I'm sure you know this."

To illustrate her point she turned her body into its organic diamond form.

"As you can see I know a thing about diamonds myself. Like Monty Hall said Mr. Summers Let's make a deal"
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She didn't like the fact that he had one up on her and Ruby smiled, cold and triumphant. Of course he had one up on her. That's what he did, that's how he survived. He had one up on everyone, always. He'd been beneath notice too long, he'd been powerless too long. No one would ever be above him again because that meant they could take advantage, they could use him, they could destroy him. Ruby had long ago lost hope in being happy, though he didn't recognize that, but he had replaced it with the delusion that power equaled success and success equaled bliss. He had no idea how incredibly wrong he was, but then introspection wasn't Ruby's strong point.

He was about to tell her thanks for the birthday lay but they weren't going to be able to do business, when suddenly she turned herself into a sculpture of diamond and Ruby was on his feet in a moment. His knee protested the movement, a lightning bolt of agony straight through his body and into his brain, but he wasn't thinking of that in this moment. He saw only Jack, standing over him, betraying him, abusing him, destroying everything he was. Not again, not again.

His hand came up to her throat, and he slammed her backwards into the wall. There was no way he could strangle her in this diamond shape, he knew that, he hadn't completely lost his reason, but his fury had overwhelmed him at this moment. His cane came up, the ruby quartz topper crashing into the wall just a whisper's width from her cheek. "Who the fuck are you?" he snapped, hatred in his voice so thick he hardly sounded like the collected and even sometimes charming gangster he had made himself into. "You're Jack's daughter? Is that it? You think you're going to come here for some kind of revenge? I shattered him with the flicker of an eyelid, and I won't hesitate to do the same with you, and that would be a shame, because you're a hell of a lot better looking than him. But if you think you're going to get the better of me, then it looks like I'm going to have another 120 pounds of diamonds to sell off. You understand me?" He slammed his cane down to punctuate his rage, "You understand?"
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Before she had time to react Ruby was upon her slamming her against the wall. Had she not been in her diamond form she might have sustained an injury judging by the loud thud that had resounded as her head made contact with the wall. She had little to no understanding of what had set him off to such a degree. He muttered accusations against her, something about being someone he called Jack's daughter. The strange turns the night kept taking had just taken another, and though she felt herself in no immediate danger as his hands wrapped around her diamond throat, she didn't care for the threats and accusations he made against her.

With a force stronger then she would have had in her regular state she pushed out against her would be assailant. Enough to free herself from his grasp, and send him tumbling just a few feet. Had he not had something she wanted she may have been more forceful. No man laid his hands on her without her permission, but as it stood he had. He had something she wanted which made him important. The question now stood how best to use this outburst of his to turn things towards her favor. Had she been in her flesh and blood stature his attack might have shaken her, but in this form she was able to keep those emotions in check. She had to strategize, and she had to do it quick.

"If you had wanted to play it rough you should have just asked, Mr. Summers." She kept her voice in a measure of coyness. A fight and argument would accomplish nothing. He would still have the chip, and what had been just out of her reach would now become impossible to get. No, she had to meet him point for point, and keep him as calm as she could. A mad Ruby Red would not be a pliable Ruby Red.

"I have no idea who this Jack person is nor do I give a shit really." she said her hand absentmindedly returning to her neck and rubbing the spot where he had just attempt to choke her.

"My name is Emma Frost, my father is Winston Frost, as far as my diamond form goes like you have discovered I'm not the only one with this capability. Just like I'm not the sole telepath in the world. Some things are just sat they appear to be coincidence and nothing more. Whomever that Jack person was and whatever you did to him is of no concern to me. If he hurt you then he deserved his fate. Like I said I couldn't care less. People like him, those that hurt and use our kind for their advantages need to be stopped. If you'll help me we can do that together."

She returned to her regular state. He seemed more disposed to this version anyway. She had little trust for the man, but she also knew she was a stronger weapon with her mental powers then her physical ones. If he made to attack her again she would mind blast him till he had the tenacity of a jellyfish.

"Be practical about this Ruby. If I had meant you harm I wouldn't have come here and made myself so available to you. Nor would I be bartering with you now. I have no vendetta. I couldn't give a fuck about past wrongs and savage men. I'm here for myself and for me alone. Aid me or not the choice is up to you, but if you want to limit the jacks of this world. Or the men in suits who every day or working to see us reduced to less then animals. Then sit on your chip until it turns into a diamond"

She was hoping she could bluff him out. He knew what he had over her, but now she had something over on him as well. He had shown her a chink in his armor. Whatever he had endured at the hands of his old mentor Jack had apparently been nothing less then cruel. She believed even the most heartless would not wish their abuses on another. She had now offered him some purpose along with monetary gain for his services and the microchip. From where she stood Emma believed it was a win/win opportunity for both of them. The question was would Ruby see it the same way. It was time as they said to shit or get off the pot.

"Deal or no deal, Ruby. Its time to pick a side. Help me and help yourself, or sit and stew in your anger and daddy issues. It's up to you."
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She shoved him away, and strength or not, if his knee had been whole, if he wasn't physically weakened by his life of excess and dependence on pain and depression killing substances both legal and not, his rage likely would have held him in place. But Ruby Summer's greatest asset was his mind and not his body, so he was pushed back, his cane only enough to keep him from the undignified collapse under her assault. He railed at her, his hand coming up to rip off his glasses, but as she protested, revealed her lineage, he dropped his hand. Ruby was a man of emotion, but he was also one of logic. He hadn't gotten where he was by losing control... at least not by losing control often.

Ruby sat down, pouring himself a drink, and tipping the bottle to her, offering her some of his scotch. If she took it, she'd find out it was the good stuff, and if she didn't, her fucking loss. Lighting a cigarette, he muttered, "Whatever, whatever." Jesus, he needed something stronger than this, dammit.

Waving a hand, he sighed, "I need plans, schematics of where the Diamond's going to be, who's guarding it, what's guarding it. I want it in no more than three days. Pictures if you can get them, maps if you can't. If I smell so much as a single fishy thought, I'll sell that chip to the highest human bidder, in exchange for amnesty for me and mine, don't think I won't. I get this info, and I'll have my people check it out. If it's copacetic, you'll get a key to a safe deposit box somewhere. Once I get the Diamond, you'll get the security code. Once I sell the Diamond, you'll get the location of the box. Every step of the way, you'll be watched. Blink wrong and you'll just be a bonus in my bank account, you got it, Missus Frost?"
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