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| Little Paper Heart; Remy and Jet | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 2 2010, 12:25 AM (361 Views) | |
| Jet Black | Feb 2 2010, 12:25 AM Post #1 |
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Date: 23 March 2009 Time: 2:13am Jet Davis needed help. That was not a phrase you would ever hear around the office, and something that would continue to not be heard by co-workers. Especially with what the problem was that she needed such help with. Taking the next few days off claiming it to be work related she took a plane out to Louisiana. Not favorable, but necessary. She needed help from the only other person who even knew she was a mutant, someone from her past. A man, a thief, an ex lover, he, hopefully, would help her. He had too, he owed her that much at least. The problem was Ms. Davis was the head of Human Relations at a major Advertising Agency, one of her duties was hiring others. Unfortunately this was one of many companies that started to screen for the mutant x-gene. Luckily she was already within the company and found a way around being tested positive. As for other mutants, hers was the only pair of eyes that saw the results. The countless mutants she let through to climb up in the corporate world would prove that mutants were just as capable as running a major company, or any other high status position for that matter. Problem was, no matter how secure the corporate blonde thought those files were they were gone. One day prior to her flight she entered into her office and opened her safe to find the disks, all together five and rising, that held everything on who was a mutant and where they worked was missing. Jet went to security, knowing that there was a camera that overlooked the office including the entrance to her own office door, and retrieved the footage for that whole day. It was hard to tell who went about where, as the footage was pixilated. She was angry, and although she wouldn’t admit it she was terrified of being found out. She had kept her secret for so long only telling one other. Well it would be that one other who the blonde knew that had to help her, he just had to. Of every single soul she had ever known he was the only one she trusted with her secret. Even with their past, a messy break up left on bad terms she would do anything for his help. Even if that meant hopping on a first class flight out to Louisiana and searching that whole god forsaken state for him, then she would. Although, Jet would leave out a search in New Orleans. She had heard how bad it was and wasn’t going to risk it. One of two things would happen, death or a reveal of her powers. Jet couldn’t relax on the flight there. Once landed she searched everywhere she could think he might have been, not being to conspicuous by dressing up in her normal attire, but going in casual. Sneakers, t-shirt, jeans and a ponytail. Nothing fancy, nothing elegant, her whole world left behind in as much secrecy as her being a mutant. She had to admit, she was not uncomfortable with it, actually if she wasn’t so concerned about being found out she would have rather enjoyed the impromptu trip. Also if it was under better circumstances. Ms. Davis wasn’t all too polite with those she had asked and was either ignored or told to go the fuck away. She asked for a man with red and black eyes, brown hair, and called Remy. No one, who would answer her, knew of such a man. Baton Rouge, Shreveport, Lafayette, Monroe all no luck, nowhere, no one knew Remy. Jet would not set foot in New Orleans, it was much too dangerous. Near the end of her search she contemplated it, was it possible he was knee deep in there? Perhaps. Was she willing to be killed? Not so much, there had to be another way. Jet decided that Friday morning would be her last chance to search before her evening flight back to New York. That morning she met an elderly man that said, “Don’t know ‘bout no Remy. But de man you describin’ sounds lot like Le Diable Blanc. But dat can’t be right; he’s a bad man dat Le Diable Blanc. You’d do better to stay away from him. Nice lady like yourself, ain’t associated with scum like him.” “If I were to go looking for this Le Blanc guy, where would he be?” The man shook his head and gave her a small groan, Jet raised her eyebrow at him, she didn’t have time for games. In his Cajun drawl he responded, “He in New Orleans.” Damnit, the only possible lead and it’s thick in New Orleans. After sighing and thanking the man she went to the airport to go back home, unsuccessful. Which irritated her. Not being too pleasant to the stewardesses during the flight, nor the cab driver that took her home, or the doorman the let her in so she could go to her apartment floor, Ms. Davis was pissed off. Three days wasted on a pointless search for a man she hadn’t seen in nearly six years. Such a waste of time and her resources. Jet turned the key and entered her darkened loft apartment. Walking in and closing the door behind her, locking it after she was in. All she wanted to was take a long hot shower and sleep. The next day she would use the rest of her weekend to try and figure out what to do. Davis reached to turn the light on… |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Feb 7 2010, 03:55 AM Post #2 |
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Lounged in the leather recliner in slightly muddy combat boots and wearing a smug half-grin on his scruffy features as he stared at the woman he figured he'd never see again, Remy shuffled a deck of cards in one hand. In a blur of motion, half the deck flipped in his fingers, disappearing behind the other half. The leather jacket he wore over combat fatigues and the old black SWAT flak jacket draped over the chair and brushed the plush fabric of the rug it sat on. His crimson eyes slowly slid up and down the owner of the loft, wondering if the rest of her was as he remembered. “Remy,” Gator grunted. “Yeah?” “Some lady was askin 'round about you.” That got Remy's attention. He opened one eye and looked up at the giant of a man plopped on the back of the couch he'd been napping on. “Guy in Lafayette got dis.” Opening both eyes and sitting up, Remy reached for the photograph. His red eyes widened at the sight of the woman in the picture... how long had it been? What the hell did she want after all this time? He handed it back to Gator, trying to cover up his moment of shock with a aura of complacency, “He say what she wanted?” Gator took the photo back, “Nope.” “When'd this happen?” “Dis mornin.” Remy swung his booted feet off the arm of the couch and planted them on the floor as he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, deep in thought. “Want her taken care of?” He looked up at his lieutenant, actually considering this option. After a moment, he shook his head, too interested to just let it go. He was a very curious man... especially when a blond was involved. “Tell Jacob I'm gonna be payin him a visit. Tell him I'm gonna need all de current info he can get me on Jet Davis.” “Evenin chere. You lookin for me?” |
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| Jet Black | Feb 8 2010, 03:12 AM Post #3 |
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Mid-jp between Jet and Remy At first she didn't even see him, but when he spoke. That Cajun accent of his at first shocked her. She gasped. Looking to where the voice was coming from she held her heart which had beaten loud and fast. It was him, Remy. And his dirty combat boots mucking up her floor, she sighed to gather her breath. Him being there, sitting on her chair was like stepping into a time machine. That grin, his voice, that charm, it was all just how she remembered him. Six years ago Jet started off home after a long day, she had started work for a little while now but she was still pretty far down the bottom of the corporate chain. Still pretty much acting as the gopher around the office. Walking home as she had done on previous days, this was no different. Except when a small crowd had caught her eyes. The blonde went over to see what was going on. Making her way through the crowd until the attraction that made everyone gathered was in her sight. A scruffy, long-haired man in a trechcoat was shuffling a deck of cards in front of a balding, middle-aged man. He then seemingly pulled out one at random and flashed it at the man, “Dis your card?” The man's eyes grew wide... he'd been watching the stranger so carefully for any trace of trickery, yet none could be found. “What... how did you do that?” The young man smiled at him, “Magician never reveals his secrets, mon ami.” He spotted a young blond woman who had managed to squeeze through and flashed a roguish grin at her. “Evnin chere. Pick a card?” She smiled back at him, it was a sidewalk show. A man with an accent was doing card tricks. In a small voice she replied back to him, “Okay...” Letting her hand guide over the cards she picked a card and took a peek at it. It was the Ace of Hearts, trying to hold back a wider smile she committed the card to memory. Making sure he didn't see what the card was and handed it back to him, Jet felt her face starting to get a little flushed. She only noticed because a cool wind lightly blew over the crowd. As she slid the card back into the deck, he kept his eyes fixed on her. They weren't their usual red-on-black... that tell-tale sign that he was a mutant had to go if he had any hope of fooling the good citizens of New York. That was the reason he'd invested in the contacts. Still keeping his gaze on the young woman, he shuffled the deck several times before pulling a card out. The crowd was watching him closely, half watching his hands while the other half watched his eyes. Several murmured in amazement that he wasn't even looking at the deck. He finally pulled a card off the bottom, holding it face down in his hand, keeping most of it covered as he offered it to the young woman so that she would have to touch him when she took the offered card. “Dis de card you picked?” She kept staring at him as he shuffled, missing the magic of his shuffling technique. He held out the card for her to pick up. Taking in a deep breath as she reached for the face down card resting on his palm, she touched his hand while picking up the card. The feel of his hand, at least what she touched, felt rough but in a good way. Flipping it over and looking at it, she contemplated teasing him and telling him no. But the crowd that gathered behind her whispered back mummers of amazement. “That's pretty impressive. What other tricks do you know?” Still holding the Ace of Heart he managed to pick from the deck Not looking away from her eyes, he nodded at the card in her hand, “Easy now, chere. One trick atta time.” As he asked the question, the edges of the card began to dissolve as the material warmed in her fingers... bits of paper fluttered away as the white surface continued to disappear until all that was left was a small red heart levitating in the air above the young woman's hand. Breaking eye contact to look down at the card she was holding, Jet felt a sudden warm sensation. Chuckling and smiling wildly as the card dissolved, looking above her head and seeing the little paper heart she reached up and lightly grabbed it. “Wow... How did you..?” Shaking her head in amazement and looking back down at the once whole Ace his trick left her somewhat speechless. “That was amazing.” The crowd around them murmured, as to what they were saying it was too low for her to detect, that or she just didn't want to hear them. “For you, cherie,” he replied with a smile. That trick almost always worked, but it also meant that the show was done. Before long, people would be stopping by to ask questions... the wrong sort of questions that could get a scruffy drifter like him in trouble. “Show's over folks. Thanks for de tips.” He picked up the tin can that held bills and coins, slipped the remaining cards back in his pocket and winked at the pretty young woman as he brushed by her. By that time after he brushed past her, Jet had to fan herself for a moment. Feeling very flushed she turned to see him walking away. Now what she had done next was something she had never done before; go after him. Lightly jogging to catch up with him Jet approached next to him and asked, “Really... how did you do that?” Remy slowed down only slightly as she caught up to him, his roguish grin returning, “How bad you wanna know?” “Is this a curiosity killed the cat sort of thing? Cause I most defiantly don't want to die after knowing your secret.” She gave a small, short chuckle. His smile was knee weakening, and hers' was turning to putty. “Nah chere, but it'll cost you... your name and dinner with me. Deal?” With no hesitation she answered, “Deal. I'm Jet. Jet Davis.” Being as playful as she could be to the stranger she continued, “Do I have to wait for your name? Or is that something I should negotiate for also?” His grin broadened slightly, “Now you getting de hang of it. Shoulda asked for my name as part of the deal. Gotta strike a new one for dat,” he leaned in a little closer, yet keeping his attitude playful, “but it's gonna cost ya.” The corner of her lip turned up at the memory of how they first met. It quickly faded when she recalled why she needed him there. “Remy. I'm going to ignore how you got in my apartment, and how you knew I was looking for you, and just go as straight to the point as I can go.” Turning to fully face him she stated, “ I need your help.” From their history he would hopefully remember that Jet had never asked for help. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Feb 13 2010, 03:18 AM Post #4 |
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JP - Gambit and Jet Without so much as leaning forward in his chair to show interest, Remy simply smiled at her with that roguish grin of his and gave half the deck in his hand another twirl, letting the top portion slip underneath the bottom. He knew exactly what that last statement had cost Miss Davis... it was possible he was more aware of it than she was. He'd always claimed to understand her better than she understood herself, and the thief had a sneaking suspicion that nearly six years apart had done nothing to change that. “You look good, Jet,” he simply said, appearing to ignore her question completely. Taking a deep breath of air so she kept her cool. He had completely ignored what she said and was not very much in the mood for one of these games. Talking quickly to expedite the pleasantries she spoke, “Thank you, you as well.” In all honesty he did look well. Of course after six years she expected change, and for the most part he hadn't in personality and looks. But in his eyes, it looked as though he had seen so much more then six years. If he had changed, it seemed it was in his eyes. He was always unpredictable, and made her do unpredictable things. Or at least make her want to be as unpredictable as he was, if it was only by a fraction. That was one of many things that made him attractive, at least to Jet. “You as well,” Remy repeated the last half of her sentence. The words hung in the air like a strange smell that lingered... undefinable, yet distinct and persistent. Finally he pulled himself out of the recliner with an unnatural grace and agility, his eyes never leaving the blonde's. The deck of cards he'd been palming almost seemed to disappear beneath his coat pocket as he took a couple steps toward her. “Pretty proper soundin' for a gal I know so well. Could just about chart a map of you, I guarantee.” He stepped closer to her. Just enough to make her heart race. He spoke about charting a map about her because he knew her so well. “Oh? Well if that's true... What am I thinking now?” It'd be interesting to see if he knew her as well as he did when they were first together. She wondered if he knew she was a mutant from the moment he laid eyes on her. With others it would have been a frightening thought. But with Remy, it was strangely comforting. An amused sound escaped him as he looked her up and down once more. “Dat ain't de kinda map I'm talkin 'bout, chere, an' you know it. Been a while, but I bet I remember you down to the last freckle.” He stared at her in silence for a heartbeat before continuing, “But you didn't go all de way to Louisiana for that.” Remy backed up a couple of steps and fell onto the plush leather couch beside the recliner, running a forefinger across his stubbly chin as he studied her for a few more moments before finally breaking the silence. “Can't keep a secret to save your life, can ya, gal?” He figured that's what this was all about the moment Remy had heard she'd been looking for him. |
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| Jet Black | Feb 15 2010, 04:56 AM Post #5 |
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Six years ago Yet another long, hard day. Jet walked in and tossed her bag to the side of the door. These early mornings and long nights were going to be the death of her. Luckily it was the weekend, she could sleep, relax, and spend time with Remy. Those were the best weekends. The blonde plopped down on the couch letting her legs extend over the arms. She sighed heavily, so happy to be off her feet. Closing her eyes, not really knowing if Remy was even there or not. Each morning she woke up with the Cajun next to her was always a pleasant surprise. Another good haul... He flipped through the small stack of bank bonds, a slight smile on his face as he imagined how they would look as nice, crisp, clean, brand new hundred dollar bills in his fingers. Thanks to a fellow thief and con-artist he'd met a week ago, the two men had managed to procure over sixty-thousand dollars. Split two ways, he'd made more money in one week than many people in the lower middle class bracket made in a year. Honest work was for people who had nothing else better to do. He heard a door open... the rattle of keys. The steady clip of Jet's steps across the wood floors of her high rise. Remy slipped the bonds under the mattress and stood up, raking his fingers through his shaggy brown hair as he hitched that charming grin on his constantly scruffy features. He slipped in the room and found Jet's legs hanging over the edge of the couch. Stepping quietly as always, he approached those her and raked the tip of a finger across the bottom of her left foot. “Hey chere. Long day?” With a small squeak and moving her feet quickly out of the way she opened her eyes to see Remy. Giving him a small laugh for tickling her feet she responded, “Definitely. But it's over now... thank God.” Moving her arms up she she rested on her elbows she smiled at him and asked in return, “How about you? Did you do anything today? Don't tell me you spent all day here, I'll feel horrible.” Falling back against the jamb of the doorway he'd just walked through, he leaned his head against it and surveyed her with a look of amusement on his face. The fact was that he'd never asked for one cent from her. When they went out, he always payed... just like Jean Luc had always taught him. Hell... he even had a place of his own... one he hardly ever bothered to use. Jet was well-off, but Remy was a proud son of a bitch who wouldn't have taken a cent from anyone even if he had to sleep in a card board box. He couldn't blame her for asking... after all, Remy hadn't shared more than a few ambiguous tidbits of personal information with the ambitious blonde. As far as he was aware, the only thing she had ever seen him do for some extra scratch was a few magic tricks on a street corner. Still... “What? You think I just sat around watchin' HGTV? Thought you knew me better than dat by now.” She shook her head and chuckled, “Of course not. Silly me. You went out and did something, somewhere with what's his name on such 'n so street.” Remy never really gave out much details. Jet was oddly okay with that, it gave what they had some mystery. Figuring out everything you know about your boyfriend within a short time of knowing him would often cause the relationship to get boring really quickly. The blonde gave him a playful smile. “Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to come over here and lay down with me for a bit?” Remy stared at her for a few moments, his face not registering what was going through his mind. Finally he leaned forward, resting one hand on the back of the couch and putting the other on its arm. Supporting his upper body with his arms, he grinned, “Might do, but first you gotta tell me a secret.” Giving a chuckling groan almost as soon after he he spoke, she replied, “I won't have any more secrets if you keep holding these little deals against me!” Jet's playful demeanor suddenly turned very serious as she thought about that for a moment. Looking to where her blinds were and scratching the top of her fore head she wondered if she should tell him the big secret she held. “If I told you the biggest secret I had... one no one knows... Could I be excused from swapping secrets for affection?” Jet gave him a small smile, laced with worry. Before he could answer she struck up another condition of her end of the deal, “You'd have to close the blinds... Make sure no one could see in here.” Taking in a breath of air and slowly releasing it she waited for his answer. His brow furrowed, he'd only been kidding when he said it... as if he needed a reason to join a pretty blond on the couch. He quickly covered up his surprise, switching that look of momentary confusion with roguish conspiracy as he stared back unblinkingly. It looked like he was carefully considering her offer despite the fact that he'd made up his mind on the spot. Without saying a word, he straightened up and swaggered toward the windows, twisting each of the blind rods until his opaque reflection in the dark glass disappeared beneath vinyl. He slowly made his way back to the couch, sitting on the arm and leaning forward, stopping with his face mere inches from hers. “Wanna tell me a secret,” he almost breathed as he gazed at her with an intensity rarely seen. He was close to her. Very close. It made her more comfortable, to have him that close. Telling him about her being a mutant was a very big and important thing to her. Looking on his red and black eyes she smiled and gave a soft chuckle. Reaching her hand out to hold his face she started out, “Yea, big secret...” Looking in his eyes for another moment before continuing. Sitting her body upright she kept her hand on his face. Moving her other hand in between the two. Jet whispered, “My eyes change too.” In between the two Jet let her power give off a small round glow in her hand. Her eyes were enveloped in the same glow, as well the rest of her body. “It's not very discrete though.” Giving off a half smile to the Cajun and waited for his reaction. Remy didn't even look at the sphere of light shining between their bodies, he merely kept his eyes fixed on hers, that cocky grin turning into one of the most genuine smiles he'd flashed in a long time. He moved his lips over hers and neither could speak for what felt like a long time as they stole each others' breath. Finally, he pulled away, breaking the kiss as his crimson eyes searched her face, “Well... looks like I ain't de only one with an Ace up my sleeve.” “I'll never figure out how you do that.” He was right, in a sense. A major secret was stolen from her. She can keep it well enough, but whoever stole from her, Jet was sure, was not going to keep it quiet. And it meant not only her job, but for the many other mutants that worked within the company. “Look I know we last left things on bad terms. And whether you help me or not I just want to say. You actually being here, in front of me, and however the hell you knew I was looking for you, means... a lot.” Jet paused for a moment before saying, “And with that being said, I'll ask you; does you coming down here mean you'll help me?” Remy was rather unpredictable, she never knew what to expect from him. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Feb 17 2010, 02:55 AM Post #6 |
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“Oh... I see how it is,” Remy said with mock-pain in his voice. “Didn't miss me none. Just needed my help is all.” He fixed Jet with an expression that could have meant he found her amusing, or that he was closely scrutinizing every twitch she made. It was likely both. “That is not... I don't mean...” Jet held her head to avoid an oncoming headache and sighed, “Remy... of all the people I know I went to you. You are the only person I trust with this. As... pathetic as that may sound after six years there is only one person I could think of and ask for help, and that was you.” Jet paused for a moment to lower her hand and look at him, “And despite how things did end, we had great times, and I did miss you.” She paused to look at him some more, a few moments she finished, “But I didn't get on a plane to reminise. At this point I wish I was.” “Settle down, chere... settle down. Ain't here to bust your chops.” The deck appeared in his hand again and Remy slid the top card off and took a look at it, chuckling as he flipped it around for her to see – the Ace of hearts. “I remember dat one,” he said with a slight tinge of nostalgia to his voice. Without waiting for a reply, he slid the card back into the deck and began shuffling it again, “So... what's the problem?” Finally, down to business. Six years ago Time for the office holiday party, fun. Wearing a short silver strapless dress with back heels there was virtually nothing to getting ready . Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail with loose curls. Now when it came to the office party for everyone else it was a fun and relaxing time, but for how far down the chain Jet was it was an opportunity to get the rest of the higher ups to notice her. She banked on a lot for the party. It was one of the only opportunities she would get to show her compitence. It was obvious while getting ready how worried she was about the party. Making a face, Remy tugged at the tie around his neck as he took another glance in the darkened window where he could see his opaque reflection in its glass. He looked stupid. He felt stupid. The last thing he wanted to do was be here mingling with Jet's co-workers. These were the bastards that rode on top of the food chain. The bald guy with the wife thirty years younger than him probably threw the poor folks a bone every once in a while and they lauded him as a merciful benefactor. It would have made the punch in Remy's stomach curdle if it weren't for one simple fact – these were the people he stole from. Perhaps he could take his lemons and make something good to drink. Turning from the window, he leaned closer to Jet, his brown hair falling in curtains around his face as his lips were less than an inch from her ear, “Remember, Ace, you owe me for dis one. That thing I like so much? We'll see how good you are at it backwards.” His warm breath on her ear, especially what he was whispering, made her face flush. Turning back to him and whispering in return with more worry then play in her tone, “And then some. Thank you so much, Remy. Soo much.” Giving him a quick kiss on the side of his face she moved a little bit further away from his face. “You look really good though.” She smiled nervously at him. “Sorry to put you through this.” From behind Remy she saw another co-worker who was on the same level as she was, Jacob Harris. Both were gunning for the same job spot that would lead to many opportunities. He was whispering and glancing at the two. The blonde sighed and moved to stand next to the Cajun and her back facing Jacob. “It's only two hours, then everyone else gets so drunk no one will remember who was and wasn't here.” Lowering her voice in a more calm matter she continued, “Then I can spend the rest of the night making it up to you.” Looking at Remy and smiling at him she saw with her peripherals that almost everyone was at the party. The worry instantly came back into her voice, “I shouldn't have gone with this dress.” “Nonsense, chere,” Remy replied, giving her a once-over for the hundredth time, “You're knockin 'em dead in that thing, and if you didn't care so much about makin a good impression, I'd suggest we take dis little conversation to the restroom.” He glanced at the guy he'd seen Jet giving the evil eye to several times. Looking back down at his date, he jerked his head in the general direction of the powers that be, “How 'bout you go chat up the people that matter for a bit. I'll run some interference for you. Sound good, Ace?” Looking to where he jerked his head she nodded and smiled, “Okay.” Giving him a quick kiss on his lips she took another deep breath and said softly, “You are the best.” Keeping her hand on his face until she was too far out to reach she walked towards the head of Human Relations, the title she wanted as soon as she could climb up the latter. Starting with light chatter and letting it grow into more impressive talk. A spot had opened about a week ago to be HR's number three, and three was a lot better then last. If she could impress the right people with how much she learned and how much she could continue to learn Jet could very well have talked her way into a major promotion. Relishing her touch till it was no longer there, Remy admired her as she disappeared through the crowd of party-goers. 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| Jet Black | Feb 19 2010, 04:27 AM Post #7 |
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STILL IN FLASHBACK Jet approached the Head of HR and his wife. Aaron and Natasha Samuels, the big wig and Russian wife. Aaron's hair was thining hair like his wife was loosing interest, fast and without mercy. Smiling a wide and dazzling smile the blonde greeted the two, “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Samuels. Having fun?” Aaron gave his response, “Completely, aren’t we dear?” Natasha was not so much impressed tucked a stray brunette lock of her hair behind her ear and with her Russian accent said, “I am ready to leave.” He paid little attention to what his wife had said and continued, “You’re Davis right?” Sort of blanking on the first names as he always did everyone around the office was usually referred to by a nickname or their last name. Nicknames that originated from Mr. Samuels was not a good thing. Jet didn’t have to worry… yet. “Yes sir, that would be me.” Keeping her smile as she thought, “I bring you your damn coffee every morning you better know my name.” Already having had a drink or two Aaron usually lost that little voice in his head that controlled what should and shouldn’t be said. Luckily for the blonde he simply asked, “So why are ya bugging HR, Davis?” Admittedly though, she did not except his question, but recovered nicely from it by making a light joke. “Making my father proud I suppose. He was always telling me that more people are needed in HR to avoid hiring bad employees.” Aaron laughed out loud for a moment then asked, “Who’s your father, Davis? Sounds like a pal in my book.” His voice rocked the windows and furniture around him, but Jet muddled her hearing through his loud voice. “Jason Davis, sir. He’s a lawyer back home in Vegas.” Recalling the name his eyes widened as he punched her shoulder. Definitely being caught off guard for that she stumbled back a step before regaining her footing. “Jason Davis?” He repeated, “That crazy son of a bitch is one of the best lawyers that I know of. That’s your pop?!” Jet nodded in confirmation wanted so much to rub her shoulder. “Well I’ll be damned! I bet you got some of that fight in ya!” The blonde’s smile turned into a smirk as she replied, “Well I don’t know about that, sir. My dad’s pretty cut throa-.” He interrupted her with a confirming cry, “Ahh! I knew it! We need some of that in HR. So listen there’s an out of state conference in a month or so, I don’t know sometime after the holiday. How would you like to be part of the HR crew that goes to that conference?” Jet’s heart skipped a beat. Never before had she had the opportunity to talk to Aaron Samuels alone, and he was offering her something huge all because she dropped her fathers’ name. “That would be great.” She was doing her best to maintain her cool demeanor. The Cajun knew people, and baldy looked important; he didn't know who he was or what relationship he had with Jet's company. None of that mattered to Remy... all that counted was that this man had clout. Weaving his way through the crowd, Remy reached out and touched the wife of baldy on the arm. “'Scuse me miss. We need to talk.” The woman gave him a once-over, sliding her fingertips through her soft blond hair as she gave him an shy smile. She looked over her shoulder to see that her much older husband wasn't paying her the least bit of attention at the moment despite being only a foot away. She looked back toward Remy, meeting his normal looking eyes with her piercing green ones, “Yes?” If only, Remy thought with a hint of a grin. “I want five hundred thousand or I'm gonna tell your husband everything.” Her brow knitted in confusion at the words, “I'm sorry?” “You heard me. Been onto you two for about a month now.” A scowl crossed her features, “I don't know what you're talking about, but you'd better leave.” “Who's this,” her husband peered around his wife, watching Remy with a slightly drunken twinkle of merriment in his eye. “No one, sweetie. Just–” “The man who knows a little secret about your wife,” Remy said with a smug expression on his face. The woman shot daggers at him from her eyes. “Not with me, I'm afraid,” Remy replied. He couldn't deny that she was one hell of a looker. “A guy over there. The one in the suit and the green tie talkin to the man with the gray hair.” The bald man peered through the crowd for a few moments, a look of total bewilderment on his face. “You mean... Harris?” “I did no such thing,” the wife spoke up, outraged at the accusation. Remy merely shrugged, “Saw 'em getting cozy a couple of times while you were out, bossman. His wife hired me to tail him. Check her purse.” His wife shoved it into her husband's hands while glaring at Remy, “Go ahead. There's nothing in there.” The man looked from the purse, to his wife, and back down to the purse again with a look of complete bewilderment on his face. Finally he opened the handbag and began to rifle through it, drawing his wife's attention away from the Cajun as he did so. A smirking Remy chose that opportunity to melt away into the crowd. Moments later, he appeared beside Jet with two glasses of punch. He offered his girl one of them and then placed a hand on the small of her back while kissing her bare shoulder lightly. “You look good, chere,” he whispered. “Care to introduce me to your friend?” Seeing the glass of punch next to her she followed the trail from the glass to his arm to his face. Taking the offered punch and smiling widely back at him, his kiss on her shoulder, so soft and light, felt good. Even with it being the shoulder that was punched a few moments ago. Giving him a thankful look, she spoke, “Honey this is Mr and Mrs. Samuels. Mr. Samuels is the head of HR. And this, charming gentleman is my boyfriend Remy Lebeau.” Her tone was professional in introducing the Samuels, but when it came to Remy her tone was light and happier. It sounded corny in her head to think about it, but she couldn't help it at times. Looking back and forth between the blonde and the Cajun Aaron put his own arm, taking Remy's cue, around his wife he spoke with increasing decibels, “I see you two need alone time. You don't need us two bugging you. Remy, it was a pleasure meeting ya, and Davis we'll talk more about that conference after the break. Take a night off, kid.” As Aaron and Natasha walked off he shouted over his shoulder, “Enjoy the party!” As soon as they were out of ear shot Jet turned to face Remy with the widest beam on her face and excitedly kissed him. Surprised, but quick on the up-take, Remy moved his hands to her waist and kissed back for several moments, breathing in her scent for what seemed like an eternity before he finally broke the kiss. “Meetin' go well,” he asked as he searched her radiant face for the answer? Enjoying each and every kiss they shared once they separated she was too excited to speak, she simply gave a small soft squeal and nodded rapidly. After a few moments she was able to put together words so he wouldn't have to guess what happened, “He wants me to go to this major conference coming up. This is a big deal, this could boost me up to the third spot in HR.” He grinned and pulled her in for a tight hug, “Dat's real good chere. You'll leave that guy in de dust.” A crash interrupted the intimate moment, causing Remy to look over his shoulder just in time to see Harris on his back and the older man trying to climb on top of him, swinging an umbrella at his face while being restrained by two younger men. By the way they seemed to struggle, the bald man was obviously stronger than he looked. “You filthy son of a bitch,” the old man bellowed at his victim, “Wait till I get my hands on you. You won't be able to get a job at a filling station!” Remy looked back down at Jet, who he still had in his arms, “Looks like dis is your night, mon amour.” Jet heard the ruckus from behind her and tried to get a look at what was going on, but being wrapped in Remy's arms she couldn't get in a good view. Returning her eyes on him when he spoke to her she lowered her brows in confusion. “What's happening?” With how everyone was moving it looked like the party was going to end early because of the disruption, whatever it was. “Some ol' tussle. Happens at parties some times.” He glanced over his shoulder again; Harris was shouting something back about never touching the other man's wife while wiping blood from his nose. Remy looked back down at Jet and kissed her on her forehead, “Looks like dey getting it under control. How 'bout I take you to dinner then we celebrate our own way?” She should have figured it was just some fight between two drunks, happy hour started early apparently. Relaxing her brows and smiling up at Remy she replied, “Sounds very good to me” The two headed out to finish the night their way. “It's about time.” Jet went and laid her suitcase on the ground retrieving something from it as she spoke, “This past Monday I was out of the office for a majority of the day. Tuesday when I returned to my office, I opened the safe and saw that five discs were gone.” Pulling out a security tape and walking over to her entertainment system, which was not used so often, and went to play the tape in her hand. “These discs, hold the results of who is and isn't mutant from within the company. It was one of the first to jump on the bandwagon when they found out the system works.” The tape played in a loop of the main office, showing three different people walking into an office in the corner, which was Jet's office. “I was put in charge of the program shortly after we called it quits. And since then I've forged the results allowing more and more mutants to be employed at the company. I've got security on the discs but it's a matter of time before they get smart and hire a hacker to see the files. And when they do it's not only my job but hundreds if not thousands of jobs that will be on the chopping block.” Looking at the tape footage for a moment she continued, “It's one of these three but I can't tell who. From who I can tell they are is an assistant, a delivery man, and my second in command... so to speak.” She folded her arms and waited for his reaction, a reply, anything. Either way she was tired and slowly loosing patience. 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| Gambit(Matt) | Feb 22 2010, 04:44 AM Post #8 |
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Remy watched interestedly as the tape rolled, keen eyes picking up every detail of the three people as they came and left the office. His crimson eyes almost seemed to glow as they studied every second of footage. You didn't get to be king of thieves without paying attention to the details. He only half-listened to what Jet had said. After the footage had played through the first time, Remy was surprised that he had leaned forward, supporting himself with his knees on his elbows. He fell against the back of the couch once more, sinking into the cushions as he watched the screen for several more seconds before his eyes flickered to Jet. She stood there with her arms crossed awaiting his reaction. He merely stared back for a few moments as his mind raced. “You use 128 bit encryption on those disks?” Jet took in a breath of air and nodded while sighing out her answer, “Yes. I would have updated it but I honestly didn't think anyone could access my safe.” Remy just stared at her. He didn't want to criticize the girl... she was obviously distressed. Jean Luc had always said never keep incriminating evidence around... it was a rule Remy had taken to heart, but if Jet was required to, the least she could do was keep it well encrypted and kept in a safe that was then buried in the middle of Bumfuck, Egypt. He glanced back at the television screen, then toward his former lover as he stood up. “So you're fucked. Wanna gimme a kiss before I go? For old time's sake?” Jet rolled her eyes in aggravation and headed for her door as she spoke, “Oh god, look if you're not going to help stop wasting my time...” She flung her door open and stood next to it, “...and get out.” She had no time or patience for any of his crap or charm. Remy shrugged, “Suit yourself.” With that he sauntered toward the door she held open for him. Once he reached it he hooked the bottom of it with his booted toe and shoved it hard enough that the knob wrenched from the blond's hand. It slammed shut with a force that shook the walls. “I'm serious chere. Why don't you hand in your chips and make a break for Magnus' place? I hear it's 'Earth's gem'. Save yourself,” he said as he approached dangerously close to her. She had to admit when the door knob was yanked from her hand it hurt a little. Wincing slightly but recovering as quickly as she could when he started to speak to her. And getting really close to her. Her heart was pounding at that point. She answered his question with another, “Why don't you?” Moving to South America with the other mutants, giving up the life she had in New York, it just wasn't much of an option when she can maintain her life in the States. He cocked his head and gave her an almost pitying smile, “Cause I ain't trying to pretend to be legit. I ain't tryin to pretend to be someone I ain't, and I ain't helpin a bunch of other idiots do the same damn thing. Dis is bigger'n you and me, chere. Dis is too big, and at 128 bit encryption, dey liable to break through any day now.” He leaned in close, placing a hand on the wall behind her to help support himself, “I'm a thief, and what better place to be than where everyone is so paranoid that they're lookin every whichaway? Dat's why I'm here. You're just helpin the idiots hang on to somethin they lost a long time ago. They might as well run while they still on top. You too.” “At least I'm helping these 'idiots' and not just myself. Some of us aren't ready to pack up and run. Some of us don't run. If it comes to the day that I am found out, I'm going down with a bang rather then sneaking away like a coward. And while I still have the chance to keep my life here, I'm staying.” South America was a last resort for Jet. He chewed on her answer for several moments, eyes searching her face, confirming that he still remembered every detail. She was being stupid, but there was nothing Remy could do about it, and he was here... might as well. “Can't do it for free, chere. I'm a businessman, and the longer I'm gone... the more my people suffer. You're a businesswoman. Probably know all about dat.” He still had her pinned in a corner. Her heart still pounded, but he was right. “Of course I did. Name your price.” Whatever number it took to write on a check she would write. “Aight,” he said. “We'll figure out a number after. I just want one more thing...” The number on the check she can handle and she had a pretty good guess as to the other thing he wanted. But she decided to play coy. In a small, quiet voice she asked, “What's that?” Remy's grin returned, “Just a kiss.” Okay she guessed wrong. She let his request soak in for a moment. In a barely audible whisper Jet replied back, “Okay.” It was as if she was twenty years old again. Turning her into the girl she was six years ago, with a look of his eyes, a few choice words, and that damn grin. He hovered there for a moment, soaking in every moment. He could feel the attraction circulating between the both of them, and enjoyed the hell out of it as it almost gave him a buzz. His lips barely more than the width of a finger from hers, he spoke in barely more than a whisper, “It ain't de second guy.” He moved in closer and closer to her. Jet's heart raced. It was just like old times, and it felt nice. Feeling a bit light headed from the sudden feeling of ecstasy it took her a moment to realize what he had said. When she did she lowered her brows in shock as to how he could tell from the video and replied, “What?” “It ain't de second guy. Not sure about the other two, but second guy's clean.” Remy had backed away from her several inches, suddenly much more businesslike. “First stop we gotta make is your office. Figure you've searched it, right?” By now his face was more than half a foot from hers, though his hands remained glued to the wall with her trapped between his outstretched arms. She took a quiet breath of air. Nodding as she said, “I searched it. I wasn't going to let other people in the office know what was going on. But I searched it.” With the sides of her eyes she took a quick glance at his arms that still had her pinned where she was. If it was more of a threatening situation, she'd be more worried. But the blonde wasn't much of a fan of being backed into a corner. “How 'bout we give it another look-see,” Remy said as he backed away from Jet and grasped the doorknob. |
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| Jet Black | Feb 24 2010, 04:13 AM Post #9 |
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JP BETWEEN JET AND REMY Walking into the darkened office Jet turned the knob of her office and the keys jingled in her hands. She opened the door and walked in and flipped the light on her desk. “Well, here it is.” Everything was kept clean and organized. A picture hung across the way from her desk, behind it was her safe. Remy walked in behind her, crimson eyes casually taking everything in. It was way too clean and tidy for his liking... also for what they needed to do. “'How long's it been since dey pulled a Copperfield,” he inquired as he stared at the picture for a few moments before walking toward it purposefully. Reaching it, he slid a finger underneath and lifted it up just enough to see the corner of a safe behind it. He looked back over his shoulder at the blond from underneath his curtain of brown hair. “Behind a picture? Serious?” Trying not to roll her eyes she nodded and said, “I know... clique. Don't blame me I didn't build the damn building.” Jet scratched behind her neck and thought about it for a moment, she was fighting off sleep. “Monday, I think.” It might have been already too late. After saying out loud when she was stolen from she shook her head at herself and wanted to kick herself. She spent too much time looking for him. “You waited too damn long. Don't know if I can find anything now,” he muttered, the last half a little more muffled as he removed the picture from the wall and leaned it against the wall on the floor. He pressed his ear to the safe and began to slowly turn the combination dial, listening for the telltale clicks that would help him unlock the thing. Good thing he'd made that stop off at the deli. Marcus ran a deli that fronted the Long Island chapter of the Guild – a branch that consisted of Marcus, his seventeen year-old mutt of a kid, and their half-blind German Shepherd. Ruby's gang ran most of the area... Marcus was more of a fence and information broker these days... a handy man to have around. She stared daggers at him for mumbling at her. Folding her arms she mumbled quietly back a s a retort, “Waited too long to try and find you.” She stared at him at he was able to break into her safe, Remy doing it didn't surprise her. Although she was getting annoyed that he was able to do it, but of all people it was more or less expected from him. Moving over to the safe, she pushed him aside. Quickly putting in the code and opening the safe. Throwing back at him, “This way's quicker” Adding on more emphasis to the word 'quicker'. Recovering from being pushed away, Remy leaned against the wall, beside the safe watching her open it. Unphased by her rebuttal, he grinned, “Know what? I think you got even cuter. Didn't think that could happen.” His eyes wandered over her as his grin continued to grow Ignoring his comment motioned her hand toward the safe before taking out a small black schedule planner. He didn't need to look in it. Not to mention in a clear sleeve in the back was her own piece of nostalgia. It wasn't something she thought about daily or even remembered, but on particular crappy days, maybe it was a day she had lay people off, or a day where nothing went right, either way it would end in a head but before leaving she'd flip to the last page, which was the clear sleeve, in it's own page at the very bottom corner was an old little tiny paper heart. From many years back, given by a certain Cajun. Taking the hint, Remy shut up and stepped back in front of the safe, pulling a small kit from inside his trench coat and popping it open. He took a small packet out and tore it open, spreading dust around the bottom and sides of the safe. He then pulled out a small brush and began lightly dusting away the excess dust. Several fingerprints showed up on the dust. “Lucky for you, dis surface ain't disturbed much.” He laid a thin sheet of plastic over the floor of the safe carefully, “Should take 'em all. Can't tell whose is whose.” He repeated all the steps on the inside of the door and the lock on the outside, remaining silent most of the time and very aware that he was being watched by his ex. After he was finished, he carefully slipped the covers over the exposed pieces of plastic and folded them up. “Well now... I reckon we better find out who's been fingerin your goods, Miss Davis.” Jet watched as he worked. After he spoke about finding out who stole from her she nodded and commented, “Good. The sooner the better.” Still holding on to her black planner she asked, “So where do we go next? The forensics lab?” Sarcasm was laced in her tone. She didn't know a thief would need that sort of equipment for lifting items off of others. He held up the plastic bag, a mischievous twinkle in his crimson eyes. “Nope. A deli.” |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Mar 22 2010, 05:00 AM Post #10 |
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James' Deli “Got it.” Remy slid off the table and walked out of the semi-darkness, taking another bite of corned beef as he looked over the shoulder of a man sitting at a computer. “Who is it,” the Cajun asked. “Some guy named Hamilton. He got a DWI several years back and got arrested for battery. Beat his old lady. They got an uncontested divorce.” The man glanced over his shoulder at Jet, “I got a feeling he's done a bit better for himself since.” Remy swallowed his bit of sandwich and pulled a flask from his jacket, taking a quick sip from it as he turned to stare at Jet, “Guess you can't trust anyone dese days.” They were at this damn deli for a while now. When the man Remy knew spoke up as to who it was she grew furious. Jack Hamilton. That fucking bastard, finding out all of these things about his record was one thing, but to find out he stole from her, after she made him a rich man, was a horse of a different color. Clenching her teeth together she replied back to the Cajun, “Guess not.” Although she still didn't know why he stole from her or how she'd get the discs back. How did all of this slip past her? She would have to find out who even hired him. She delegated but it shouldn't be hard to figure out who hired Hamilton. Jet would also have to watch who she made her assistant. Trust was a bitch to gain, and easy to loose. He took another sip from the flask and passed it to Jet as he approached her, “Have a drink, chere. Look like you could use it.” Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he called out to the man still banging away at his keyboard, “Wanna print dat out, Josh? We need it all.” Josh paused in his typing and looked over his shoulder at the two of them, “Sure thing, Rem... but it's gonna cost ya. I'll knock ten percent off my normal fee.” “Take it out of the Chicago account,” Remy replied, still studying Jet. He took another bit of his sandwich and remained silent for several moments so that the rattling of Josh's keyboard was the only significant sound in the room, punctuated occasionally by muttered curses from the hacker. “Well,” Remy said, “What you wanna do?” Jet looked at the flask he offered and took a drink. She kept staring at the screen taking a few more drinks from the flask as they spoke and Josh clanked on the keys of the computer. Remy asked her what she wanted to do. Giving him a quick glance before returning her gaze at the computer screen she said, “I think I want to find out why. And get my discs back.” 25 minutes later Remy looked down at the slip of paper in his fingers before looking back up at the elevator door. This was the place, and apparently Hamilton was on the twenty-second floor. With a last glance at Jet, the Cajun strode toward the elevator confidently, not even slowing down as the bell man approached the pair of them. “Can I help you?” “We're here for Jack Hamilton,” Remy replied without slowing down. The bell man quickened his pace to keep up with them, “I'm sorry, but it's nearly five in the morning. Unless Mr. Hamilton was expecting you, I'm afraid–” Out of nowhere, Remy's telescopic staff popped into its full length just as the thief thrust the butt end of it into the speaker's chin. He immediately followed through with the attack, swinging the other end of the staff until it cracked against the side of the man's head. He reached down and tugged hard on the keys hanging from the unconscious man's neck and straightened, approaching the elevator once more. Reaching the shiny brass doors, Remy pressed the button and opened them, dangling the key off the broken chain for Jet to take, “Ladies first, chere.” At that point Jet was too furious to care about being seen so early in the morning going to a coworker's home. Although she was hoping Remy hit the doorman hard enough to where he didn't remember the pair that burst into the lobby. They had reached the elevators and Remy dangled the key. She took the key and entered the elevator. “Thanks.” Jet unclenched her jaw and stretched it open to avoid cracking a tooth. It was too early for elevator music, luckily it had been turned off so the two rode up the elevator in silence. She thought of the words she throw at Hamilton. They reached the floor he was on and they headed for his door. She could see the numbers, it was just down the hall from where they were. Suddenly she stopped in mid step. Jet had been hit with an epiphany. “Fuck...” She sighed with agitation and shook her head. Emotion was getting the better of her, clouding her judgment. If she wasn't careful, she would be caught. Now that they had bypassed the security – inept though it was – Remy took a bit more of a back seat. After all... she'd needed him to help her find the man and get her to him. He'd done just that. He'd even been tempted to stick her on the elevator and just leave, but something deep inside wanted to see how this turned out. Besides... he had an unanswered question... one that would be bothering him for a long time if it continued that way. So he had followed Jet inside the elevator and back out, pausing beside her as she hesitated in her step. “Ain't getting cold feet are ya, chere,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Sort of.” She paused for a moment to say, “Oh believe me I want to but...” She realized how this was going to make her sound even before she said it. “If I go in there, and threaten and he got into the discs... then that's it.” After all is said and done she was still worried about keeping her life as it were before she was robbed. Hopefully he'd do what he did best and read her mind, so she wouldn't have to keep explaining. “You didn't drag me all dis way to call it quits just cause he's got somethin to hold over you, chere,” Remy said gruffly as he grabbed her arm and tugged on it, locking eyes with her. There was strength in her... enough to be responsible for the livelihood of hundreds. She just needed to forget that she was a rich, spoiled little girl... she even needed to forget she was human. The only thing that mattered was that she was a mutant, and someone less powerful than her was threatening what was rightly hers. “Dead men tell no tales.” It didn't hurt, when he grabbed her arm and tugged. What he was suggesting, she had never done before. It was either this, or call it quits on the life she was trying to keep. All the hard work she was putting into keeping it. Was what he suggested something that was so far fetched it couldn't be done? She stared into his eyes for a moment. Jet didn't know how far down this path she could go, or if she could have done so without Remy. He was the starting spark to her powder keg. She nodded to him, telling Remy she was ready to move on to Hamilton's door. With her silent confirmation, Remy loosened his grip on her arm, letting it slide from his grasp, “Now... how 'bout we go get your disks back.” With that, he went down the hall, careful not to step too quickly. He didn't want to be the one to take the lead here; this wasn't his fight. He had nothing to lose from Hamilton's treachery. This was Jet's moment, and she would be the one to take the necessary steps to see it through. Reaching the correct door, he leaned against the wall beside it and watched his former lover, “Knock loud. It's pretty early.” |
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| Jet Black | Mar 22 2010, 05:02 AM Post #11 |
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JP BETWEEN JET AND REMY Jet took in a deep breath and pounded on the door like she was six feet tall, one hundred and ninety pounds, and had the muscle to back whatever fire power she could put forth. Hearing a small commotion from within, she waited for him to open the door. The blonde could hear him stumbling to the door before opening it. When Hamilton did his sleep filled eyes was hit with surprise, “M-Ms. Davis? What are you-” Jet interrupted him before he could continue on, “I suggest you let us in before you say anything, Hamilton. I have questions for you.” He was taken aback by her being there, not at first noticing the Cajun with him until she had said 'us'. “Uhh... yea... yea sure, come on in.” Jet walked in, hoping Remy was close behind. Trailing behind Jet, Remy slid a hand in his coat as he kicked the door shut behind him... just in case. His eyes darted around the room, appraising everything on display. Sure... he was glad to be here to help an old friend, but if the opportunity to pocket something worth fencing came alont, the Cajun wasn't about to pass it up. Hamilton walked up to liquor cabinet on one side of the room, “I know it's early, but can I get you something to drink?” “How about you cut the pleasantries, Hamilton. I'm giving you one chance to hand it over.” He looked confused, “Ms. Davis I don't know what you're talkin about.” Jet took another deep breath, she was getting angry. “I know you stole from me. I don't know why, but you will give me back those discs and tell me everything.” He went from a convincing confusion to a smiling fiend. “Well it certainly took you long enough to figure it out. Although... between the two of us, I gave you a lot more credit then he did.” Jet tried not to show that she was the one who was confused now, “Who?” He grabbed himself a drink and took a sip. He didn't seem to care that Jet had caught him, or that Remy was close by. Hamilton just seemed unphased by it all. Like he had already won. “Don't matter,” Remy interjected, “Hand 'em over or things'll get ugly real fast.” Remy fixed the man with a deadly gaze. This wasn't the time for twenty questions or letting a man have his final diatribe before revealing that his master plan had just come to complete fruition while he'd been stalling them. That data held vital information, and if it got out, entire families would disappear in the same fashion many mutants did when they caused too much trouble. This needed to be contained immediately. “Where you keepin 'em?” The threats coming from Remy made Hamilton lift his eye brow. The gaze was intimidating enough, Hamilton was full of brawn and talked tough. But when it came down to telling his bitch of a boss off it was no problem, the man she was with on the other hand. “It's nestled safely on the bottom self...” He pointed to the cabinet behind the cajun and continued, “over there.” He took a sip of the drink he poured for himself. Jet looked at Remy to see if he was going to get them. Hamilton's voice broke the silence again, “Now I wasn't able to crack into them, but I think Harris was getting close. He told me to ask you, in case you showed, how much are you willing to pay to keep him quiet.” Hamilton was staring at Remy and spoke more, “You know I'm kind of shocked. I didn't think there was anyone in this world who would back up this bitch.” Suddenly a flash of silver struck Hamilton from across the room. He fell to the ground, unconscience. The glow dimmed from it's source, Jet. She stood in silence not wanting to say something knowing it would only come out as a clichque. Instead she looked back at Remy and said, “No one will believe the man who passed out in the middle of his floor with alcohol on his breath.” She took a deep breath, Jet hadn't used her powers in some time, and perhaps she used too much force when she hit him. But she didn't care. Harris, she remembered that name. She also remembered how he had lost his job the night of the Christmas party so many years ago. Something about fooling around with a big wig's trophy wife. Remy gave her an almost pitying look as he nodded his head, “Whatever you gotta tell yourself, chere.” He looked back down at the man passed out in the middle of the floor, his grip tightening on the two feet of staff he held in his hand. This was, after all, why he was here... to do the hard things. He looked back up at Jet, “You heard de man, chere. Go ahead.” Without waiting to see if she was going, he closed the distance between himself and the prone figure of Hamilton, crouching down and laying a glowing card on the man's chest. Jet nodded to Remy and walked to the cabinet, she opened it up and saw her discs. She felt the world lift off her shoulders when she picked up the discs. It seemed the two were going around all over the goddamned city to find what they had been searching for. But now that they had found it there was still something ticking in her brain. Harris. It bothered her what he did or did not know. She hoped the discs werent' copied, and she wondered why, after all these years, he was going after her. Jet stared fixated on the discs and headed outside of the apartment. Directing her head but not her eyes the blonde spoke up, “Are you coming?” Maybe she knew what he was doing, or she was truly unaware of it. She walked out of the apartment and down the hall taking a deep breath of air. He muttered something in french – a little prayer – as he stood back up, turned around, and walked purposefully toward the door on Jet's heals. As soon as he shut the door behind him, Remy overtook Jet, grabbing her hand and pulling her along at a slightly quicker pace. “C'mon chere. Don't wanna be seen around here in another ten minutes.” |
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