Nobody paid her any attention. To most people, the figure covered with the
New
York Giants jacket that was many sizes too big was just another homeless girl. They had
seen the type before. Even if they could see her hair, brown except for a dash of white in
the front, they would simply think it was a bad dye job or something.
She didn't care though. Being a pickpocket, she liked it when people paid her no
attention. It made it easier to steal their money.
She walked forward on the sidewalk, her Mets cap pulled low over her face. Out
of the corner of her eye, she saw a middle aged man in a nice suit talking into a cell
phone. He was perfect.
She increased her step moving rapidly. Timing was very important.
"Hey, watch it," the man cried out when she bumped rather forcefully into him.
"Sorry," she mumbled in a southern accent. The man shook his head and then
returned to his phone conversation, unaware that he was now without a wallet.
Rouge smiled inwardly before looking to see whose wallet to pinch next.
***
Remy LeBeu was new to New York, and he did not like it. It was too noisy, the
restaurants sucked, and it was much too cold here.
Remy had a mission though and he was the only operative in the Thieves Guild
with the skill to pull this off.
What was the mission?[The mission was] to locate a diamond called the Eye of
Death. Remy had no idea why it was called that and he didn't much care. Sources had
told him that somewhere in New York lay the Eye of Death diamond. It was worth over
500,000 dollars he'd been told; and it didn't take a genius to figure out that that could
turn into a lot of cash.
??????He wore sunglasses, even though it was sunny outside which gave him his fair
share of stares as he sat casually in one of the aforementioned bad restaurants. Remy
LeBeau was a mutant with the ability to 'charge' any inorganic object with destructive
explosive energy. His eyes which were fiery red on black were a side effect of his power
and the sunglasses were needed to hide the dead giveaway of his being a mutant from the
world.
"Hello."
Remy glanced up to see a beautiful dark haired woman in a trenchcoat sit down at
his table. "Hello," he said back.
"I have a package for you." His suspicions were confirmed at her use of the code
phrase.
"Where?" he asked his contact.
"At my house," she told him, still staying in code. As she said this, she pulled out
a pen and wrote down the real message on a napkin. QUEENS, the message said.
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Interesting place, you sure its there?" Any passerby
would have assumed he was talking about the imaginary package at her imaginary house.
"Positive." She smiled, showing straight, white teeth. "You must hurry though,
other people want the package too. Time is short."
"Who else wants the package?" he inquired.
"That's not important. All you need to know is that they want and they are getting
close to finding it," she said.
Remy would have asked her name but he knew that he would never see her again.
He had the message though. The Eye was in Queens, New York.
"One last question," he said as he got up. "How do you know its there?"
"I don't. The Guild does and believe me, Mr. LeBeau, if they say its there it is
there." After one more brilliant smile, she got up too and walked away. Remy knew that
sometimes the Guild used methods like this to get information to its operatives, but to go
through all this trouble just give him that simple message only reinforced the importance
of finding the Eye.
A waitress came to his table, asking him if he would like to order.
"I'll take you're special," he said, "whatever it is."
"Okay sir. What drink would you like?"
"Diet Pepsi."
The waitress smiled and then left to get the food.
York Giants jacket that was many sizes too big was just another homeless girl. They had
seen the type before. Even if they could see her hair, brown except for a dash of white in
the front, they would simply think it was a bad dye job or something.
She didn't care though. Being a pickpocket, she liked it when people paid her no
attention. It made it easier to steal their money.
She walked forward on the sidewalk, her Mets cap pulled low over her face. Out
of the corner of her eye, she saw a middle aged man in a nice suit talking into a cell
phone. He was perfect.
She increased her step moving rapidly. Timing was very important.
"Hey, watch it," the man cried out when she bumped rather forcefully into him.
"Sorry," she mumbled in a southern accent. The man shook his head and then
returned to his phone conversation, unaware that he was now without a wallet.
Rouge smiled inwardly before looking to see whose wallet to pinch next.
***
Remy LeBeu was new to New York, and he did not like it. It was too noisy, the
restaurants sucked, and it was much too cold here.
Remy had a mission though and he was the only operative in the Thieves Guild
with the skill to pull this off.
What was the mission?[The mission was] to locate a diamond called the Eye of
Death. Remy had no idea why it was called that and he didn't much care. Sources had
told him that somewhere in New York lay the Eye of Death diamond. It was worth over
500,000 dollars he'd been told; and it didn't take a genius to figure out that that could
turn into a lot of cash.
??????He wore sunglasses, even though it was sunny outside which gave him his fair
share of stares as he sat casually in one of the aforementioned bad restaurants. Remy
LeBeau was a mutant with the ability to 'charge' any inorganic object with destructive
explosive energy. His eyes which were fiery red on black were a side effect of his power
and the sunglasses were needed to hide the dead giveaway of his being a mutant from the
world.
"Hello."
Remy glanced up to see a beautiful dark haired woman in a trenchcoat sit down at
his table. "Hello," he said back.
"I have a package for you." His suspicions were confirmed at her use of the code
phrase.
"Where?" he asked his contact.
"At my house," she told him, still staying in code. As she said this, she pulled out
a pen and wrote down the real message on a napkin. QUEENS, the message said.
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Interesting place, you sure its there?" Any passerby
would have assumed he was talking about the imaginary package at her imaginary house.
"Positive." She smiled, showing straight, white teeth. "You must hurry though,
other people want the package too. Time is short."
"Who else wants the package?" he inquired.
"That's not important. All you need to know is that they want and they are getting
close to finding it," she said.
Remy would have asked her name but he knew that he would never see her again.
He had the message though. The Eye was in Queens, New York.
"One last question," he said as he got up. "How do you know its there?"
"I don't. The Guild does and believe me, Mr. LeBeau, if they say its there it is
there." After one more brilliant smile, she got up too and walked away. Remy knew that
sometimes the Guild used methods like this to get information to its operatives, but to go
through all this trouble just give him that simple message only reinforced the importance
of finding the Eye.
A waitress came to his table, asking him if he would like to order.
"I'll take you're special," he said, "whatever it is."
"Okay sir. What drink would you like?"
"Diet Pepsi."
The waitress smiled and then left to get the food.