Gaynor 3
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The tall Cajun man walked into the room and was completely surprised by what he saw. The room he had entered was not at all like he had suspected a secret hide out to look like. It was nicely decorated with many expensive items sitting around. Whoever ran this place must not have been thinking when they invited a thief over. Without trying he could have taken many of the items and no one would ever have noticed.
"Remy Lebeau" a voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and faced a tall man. He could tell by the gray hair that the man was considerably older than he was. Yet he still had a young face and his body had no real signs of aging. It was only in the man's blue eyes could his real age be seen. They gave off the aura of someone who had seen too much.
"Welcome." The man continued. "My name is Eric, and I am delighted that you have accepted my offer. You are welcome to stay here in the mansion while you work for me but if you prefer to have your own apartment that is understandable. However until you make further arrangements you can stay here. As you are the last to arrive let me introduce you to the rest of my team." The man motioned for Remy to follow him through a metal door.
He entered the room to find it filled with three men. He immediately began to size them up for their strengths and weaknesses when Eric began to talk again.
"This is my right hand man, Victor Creed" Eric said motioning toward a very hairy looking man. He moved on to a tall looking Russian man who seemed to have more muscle then the rest of the rooms occupants combined. "This is Poitr Rasputin." Remy turned to face the last man in the group. He was a tall well built guy who appeared to be about the same age as Remy. "And finally," Eric continued "this is St. John Allderdyce. He will take you to your room." With that everyone except the strawberry blonde boy left the room.
"G'day mate!" The man said in an Australian accent. "Names John. I know the old man told you but I prefer to introduce myself." He stated as he pulled out a lighter and began to play with it.
"Remy Lebeau's the name" he replied. The Australian man led him down the hallway of what Remy was beginning to believe was a mansion. It seemed like a labyrinth of doors and walls that were made of metal. Eric sure has some interesting decorating ideas Remy thought to himself. As if reading his mind John began to speak.
"It's a little confusing but after a day or two you get a feel for the place" throwing the Cajun a smile. He followed the Aussie to a hallway and turned to a room on the right. He entered to find a massive room with walls that were not covered in metal, but instead painted a blood red. His eyes were drawn to the king sized bed that had a black comforter and what looked like black silk sheets. He smiled. Remy threw his bag onto the bed and began to unpack. Maybe dis place won be so bad. After all Remy's got a place to live food to eat. Much better den what he had before. Dis might even be better then New Orleans he said failing to convince himself of the last part.
Authors Note: Hope you guys liked it. Review please but be nice this is my first fan fic