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Hello Mr. LeBeau,

We have never met but I am sure you know of me, as I too am well aware of your work. My employer and I have need of your services. I assure you the money is well worth your interest and the job should provide a fun but worthy challenge. I have had my assistant Juli, book your flight to Barcelona as well as hotel accommodations. She also made reservation at Dos Palillos for 1pm. It feels a shame that the paths of two men such as us have not crossed before. I don't usually look forward to these business lunches but this is an exception. Please do not disappoint by being late as time is such a valuable thing in our line of work. Wouldn't you agree?

Vega

"Remy that really wasn't necessary," Ororo stated as she sat in her assigned seat while she spoke to her best friend on her cell phone.

"Nonsense chere, ya think Remy goin' ta have ya come visit him fo' a vacation an' not fly ya first class?"

"Not exactly a vacation, Remy are you sure you don't want me working this job with you? I know it would make me feel better. I spoke to Yukio. These people are not to be trifled with."

"Which is exactly why I need ya holdin' de escape bag should I need it or someone ta bust Remy out. It's better dat I don' bring you in on dis. But Remy thanks ya fo' comin' anyways."

"Well in that case I hope you also got me a first class ticket for the way back."

"D'accord, only de best fo' my Stormy."

"Thank you Remy. I have been looking forward to this. I have missed you greatly my friend."

"Same here chere, I'll have a driver waitin' fo' ya when ya land."

The friends then finished their phone conversation before Ororo began to strap herself in.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Vega. There are no more window seats in first class but this row does have a free aisle seat," the flight attendant politely explained.

Vega was not at all pleased with this. Whenever possibly he would normally buy the whole row in order to avoid seating next to undesirable people, but unfortunately things did not work out that way this time. Or maybe it is fortunate, he thought as he approached his row and caught first glimpse of shapely brown legs. Vega followed the sky-high legs up to a lissome frame all the way to a very striking snow-white mane. The owner of said legs turned away from the window to address him. It was then Vega indeed felt this was a very fortunate turn of events.

"I over heard you with the stewardess. My apologies, I would give you the window but I'm not the best flyer. Seating by the window tends to help." Her voice was sultry and refined.

Her beauty had struck the assassin as good as if he had been slapped in the face. Her sky blue eyes were large and cat like. Her lips were a perfect bow with just a slight pout to the bottom, like a sirens call begging for attention. Her facial structure appeared as if someone had perfectly sculpted them to best show off her lips and eyes. The contrast of her brown skin and white hair would be enough to make any man pause, but the over all package was enough to make even Vega's blood rush.

Vega pulled the smallest of his seductive smiles out not wanting to over do it, put a hand lightly over his heart and gave the maiden a slight bow of his golden covered head.

"Of course you should have it senorita. I am a firm believer that a beautiful woman should have anything that makes life more comfortable."

Remy, in his designer jeans, matching button down shirt and blazer followed the hostess to a table in the back of the restaurant, never having to say the name of the person he was expected to meet. Vega stood once he saw his companion. Taylor made slacks and shirt clung to his perfectly sculpted lithe body. His smile was welcoming and yet a warning. This was not a man to take lightly.

"So glad you can join me Mr. LeBeau. Please have a seat and let us discuss business."

As soon as the men had taken their seats a server poured bottled water into glasses wordlessly. Remy reclined into the lounge type seats that appeared to be more comfortable than they actually were. Vega too took on a more casual stance though his posture always remained proper.

"It's nice ta fin'lly put a face ta de mask but lets get ta de matter at hand. Wha' is it ya need me fo' Vega?"

"I have caught wind that Interpol has been interfering once again. They have files of my syndicate's research into creating cyborgs, super soldiers if you will. I need a man of your talents to enter their headquarters here, copy and then delete all records concerning Shadaloo."

"An' wha' were ya lookin' ta pay fo' my talents? My services don' come cheap but I'm sho' you know dat already."

Vega hadn't answered immediately. His focus was instead on his iPhone as he read a text message. Having never dealt with the assassin before Remy fought his annoyance of what he thought was a disrespectful gesture. He had only heard rumors of the matador's ruthlessness and had no desire to learn for himself though his trusty deck of cards was nestled in the inner pocket of his blazer. At last Remy spoke up, "Don' seem ta professional ta be on ya phone while we discussin' bidness."

"You are correct, my apologies. It's just a quite ravishing creature's message had distracted me," Vega replied as he also finished replying to the text then continued, "Now my friend, you take one look at me and you know I am connoisseur of beautiful woman. As I can tell that of you, but my friend never have I seen a woman with such a combination of features. She is a rare beauty if ever there was one."

The waitress came by refilling Vega's glass. He held it up to his eye level and looked it wistfully.

"Her eyes were as clear as this water. I grazed her arm, by accident of course; smoother than the boxers I have made in France! And her voice! For once in my life did I not mind hearing a woman talk for more then five minutes. Not only did I enjoy the tone but also she didn't yip-yip away like most women. When she spoke I actual found myself listening to what she had to say. Aww, when she moans my name I shall record it and play it over the next woman with the more annoying voice."

"Sounds like a real keeper," Remy responded flatly, not really giving a damn what kind of babes the blond bedded. "Now 'bout payment."

"Aw yes. Money is not a problem and I am in quite a generous mood. I believe $15 million will suffice. My assistant will deliver the retainer later to your hotel. You will be given the rest once the assignment is finished. And I do expect it to be finished. It will be just as easy to make you disappear as it was to discover you."

An eerie menacing smile slowly crawled across Vega's sculpted lips. But Remy's demon eyes held fast to his emerald irises, showing no intimidation though he was sure Vega would make good on his threat. "I'm not worried 'bout my skills. Neither should ya be," he retorted in a firm tone, positive Vega understand exactly what he meant. The gentlemen shook hands.

"Fantastico. Now you will excuse me, I do have more appealing company waiting for me."

The men walked side by side towards the front of the cafe. Shocking pearly locks caught Remy's attention as he neared the bar, his strides quickened.

"Whatcha doin' here Stormy?"

Before Ororo had a chance to answer Vega spoke from the other side of her. "You two know each other?"

"Oui, very well," his words coming out harsher than his typical smooth tone as his eyes narrowed. "Vega, ami, I believe we got somethin' else ta discuss. 'Cuse us Stormy."

He headed towards where they were previously seated with Vega following.

"Look, I dunno wha' ya think gonna happen 'tween yall but she ain't de type."

"Perhaps the senorita isn't the type with you, si?"

His regal tone slightly mocked him as he raised an arched blond brow. Remy nearly chuckled at the man's ignorance and arrogance.

"Ami, Stormy ain't no ordinary hussy ya prolly use ta. De femme got class. Trus' Gambit when he tell ya if I didn' have so much respect fo' her she'd be underneath me yellin' out daddy as we speak."

Vega brushed whips of his hair that wasn't bound to the single braid that stretched down his back before replying, "Of her standards I have no doubt. One look and you can tell this is a lady of discerning taste. But even a woman of high standards wants to scream. Maybe even more so, for there are too few men with the true skill to make her do so. Mr. LeBeau, I am shocked! Should I have not had need of your services I would turn you over to the authorities. It is a great crime that you know this amazing creature and yet have not aided her in this way." He tutted in disapproval.

"Oh an' ya think ya can? Ain't no way ya gonna sleep wit' her when she can have someone like moi. I dunno how it works here in Spain but filles always fall fo' de Cajun charm."

Vega chortled, "They go for it so well that you have never known the pleasure of those brown sugar legs wrapped around your waist, your face. Tell me you never wondered if she taste as sweet as she looks? Or better yet, tell me is it your skills or your stones that have been lacking? Maybe you'd like to find out?"

A cocksure smirk graced Remy's face, "Tell ya wha' homme. Normally Remy ain't de kind ta kiss an' tell, but when all said an' done Remy'll tell ya jus' how good it felt ta have dem brown sugar legs wrapped 'round my waist beggin' fo' mo'e."

Gambit was not taking the idea of some pompous pretty boy regarding his best friend as just some simple slut. Of course he knew she was stunning. Any fool with eyes could see that. He was sure men thought of her in devious ways. Hell, he was guilty of it from time to time, but he respected her too much to try something out of line and didn't appreciate some jerk attempting to do just that. And he sure didn't appreciate Vega questioning his skills with the ladies. He was sure if he truly wanted to he could have had Ororo in any position he wanted. But Stormy my best friend. Friends don' do stuff like dis ta each other. But Remy's pride got the better of him.

"Fine. Let us make a gentlemen's bet of it. I'm sure the pleasure she gives is enough of a reward," Vega winked before continuing, "But how shall we know who wins?"

"Jus' look ta de skies."

Vega didn't comprehend but Remy reassured, "Ya will know when ya see it. An' none of dat grade school shit neither. Gotta be a full penetration."

"Claro que si. It seems we have a deal," Vega announced, holding out his hand. Remy took it and shook firmly in agreement.

Both men headed back to the bar. While most women would have looked annoyed or confused, ever the pro Ororo played it aloof.

"Is everything alright gentlemen? I'd hate to be interrupting something important."

Vega waved off her concern with one hand while the other took one of hers so he may place a kiss.

"Ah Blanca, you interrupt things where ever you go for when ever you walk into a room you are the most important thing."

Remy felt the nickname was a little too on the nose and was sure Ororo couldn't stand it but was just being polite when she gave Vega a pleased smile. Remy waited for Vega to finish his greeting so that he may take his time with his. When it was his turn Remy realized his mistake in not keeping his connection to Ororo more close to the vest. But what's done is done. No point in tryin' ta hide. It will only make things look off. Remy wrapped his arms around the goddess' tiny waist and gave her spin.

"Chere, how was ya flight? Was the driver there on time and is ya room up ta snuff?"

He could tell she wanted to be upset about the blatant display of affection in front of strangers, but it had been a rough couple of months for them both and they had missed each other too much. Ororo couldn't help it for his arms were her definition of safety and home.

"Ah, I missed you too scoundrel," she whispered in his ear as he put her down. "The flight was for once was truly enjoyable but I am sure that had everything to do with my company." Ororo and Vega exchanged glances before she went on. "Your driver on the other hand was oddly absent when I got off the plane. So Mr. Vega was kind enough to offer me a ride here."

Translation to Remy; 'This man was seating next me on the plane and your driver was either paid off to leave or is dead.'

"Remy sho' he got de times confused. I'll look inta it later", we winked playfully but it let her know he had caught on to her meaning. "Right now I have some plannin' ta do. So Remy be very grateful you found something ta do wit' ya time." Ah! De only one who trouble chases 'round mo'e dan her is me.

Ororo looked up at the slightly taller rogue and gave him the 'trust me' smile. "Yes, I do believe this will be a wonderful turn of events."

"Well I hope you makin' new friends doesn' mean we are no longer on fo' dinner" Ya best understand dis means I'll be waitin' in ya room lil' missy.

"Of course not my friend. Spending time with you is the whole reason I am here. Now why don't you run along and take care of business. I do believe I have kept Mr. Vega waiting long enough."

Remy placed one long soft kiss on Ororo lips before taking his leave, showing off to Vega the physical familiarity the friends shared and how he was already a head of the game.

Once Remy was out of sight Ororo watched as a cherisher cat grin spread over Vega's beautiful face. In the light of day his long locks looked like spun gold. On the plane she had thought his eyes to be a hunter green but the sparkle they had to them now reminded her of an emerald. He had good height like Remy; she could wear heels and not tower over him. She googled his image while she was changing, finding some of his bull-fighting picture wearing nothing but very well fitted pants. The snake tattoo that wound around his arm, past his shoulder and ended on his harden chest looked dangerously delicious. While she lacked a taste for the so-called sport there was no hiding that the body welding the sword in those fights was a work of art.

Yes there was no denying Senor Vega was a truly rare combination of beauty and deadliness. As soon as he had given his name on the plane Ororo knew she would have to watch herself but least she would enjoy the view while she was watching.

He gestured over to a table then pulled out her chair for her. "Blanca, it pleases me greatly to see you donning the dress I sent you. I take this to mean I have pleased you?" he asked while his face became more than suggestive.

"Thank you Vega. The dress is very pleasing, yes. It was very thoughtful of you to know I wouldn't have had time to properly unpack yet."

"Please Vega is for…Well, others. I think I should like very much to hear my first name roll off that intoxicating voice of yours. You my dear may call me Victor if you find it pleases you."

"He who will be victorious. I must say it suites you."

"Only half as much as beauty suites you."

His gaze was intense and although Ororo managed to keep her features fixed, it did take some work. They paused in the conversation so Victor could order for them. Then Victor wasted no time in asking about Remy.

"So how do and Senor LeBeau know each other?"

"Now Victor-"

"Ah, I knew it! Like music! Would you please humor me and say it again?"

Ororo arched a brow at the man and let the corner of her mouth quirk up. Well if that's what he wants I might as well make a show of it. Ororo gave her lips a quick lick and press, knowing full well that his eyes where glued to her mouth right now. The choice of the dark red lipstick had been a good one. Rolling it around in her mouth and off her tongue, "Victor, Victor, Victor. I am sure you could have made a five minute check with your resources. It is no secret that Remy and I have served together as members of the X-men for more years than a lady would say."

Ororo was very pleased with herself when the well-known assassin took a sip of water before responding, "Gracias Ororo. I shall replay that in my mind all day. Si, my beautiful Blanca, I suppose it's true I could have done a run down on you before our lunch and something tells me I probably should. But I have decided to have all that I learn about you come from your own lushes lips or in the course of spending time together."

While that might be helpful to Ororo for now she knew she could in no way depended on it. He could just as easily change his mind. One placed phone call could undo any lie she might say. Best to be as truthful as safety will allow.

"In that case Remy and I have been very good friends and co workers for many years."

"Just good friends?" his emerald eyes regarded her curiously.

"Well good friends might be understating a bit. However I am usually not one for uh…defecting where I sleep. If that's what you're getting at."

Now Vega found himself even more intrigued by the exotic beauty. So she is his back up. Mr. LeBeau wanted to make sure he didn't get in over his head and she was the one he trusted most to watch his back. There wasn't too much honor among thieves so this spoke volumes to her loyalty but also her skills and strength. Vega had never had such a person and he was sure Remy probably didn't have many. Remy obviously felt Ororo was more of an asset than a liability. Vega took a finger and reached across the table to delicate trace one of her hands and arms. The fact that she hadn't flinched, shrived or trembled like any other woman would have made him to want grab her by the hair and kiss her.

However he was nothing if not patient. He told himself he would wait. He wanted to hear Ororo beg for him to take her. Then he would deliver the recording of it to Remy himself.

"I am pleased to know that for then maybe you would not be apposed to spending time with me. I am only truly here to oversee things and as your dear friend has such a good reputation I probably won't be needed much. In fact I am sure I will have much more free time for you than he will.