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-UltimateGammy91

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Chapter Two – Assigned

Remy had never stayed at headquarters past sundown since the very day he had joined the force. Of course, given the requirements of the job, that didn't mean he didn't work at late hours. Hell, it was unusual not to work into the night. Most missions he had been assigned to required the cover of nightfall. Tailing leads and sneaking around for information that usually led or came with trouble in the underworld was habitually draped in the dark of night. Thus, it was not often Remy was stuck behind a desk. Even if he wasn't working, he was generally a night owl. He hadn't gone to bed at a reasonable hour since he was a child. Over the years his growing insomnia had turned routine. He took only six or seven hours sleep at the very most. Otherwise, when not on a mission or comfortably hanging around his apartment, he hit the streets with a swagger of a confidence and a taste for excitement. He prowled the best and darkest clubs, bars and other pleasures of the night whenever the FBI badge didn't have to come first. Tonight however, was not such a pleasure-orientated night. He sat bound to a desk chair not by rope or bind but the yellow file that lay opened and spread over the desk top.

Though he had accepted his mission without further questioning, the stale taste of resentment laid bitterly in his mouth. This was, in many respects, like being pushed from a trusted field agent to the role of babysitter. In fact, it basically was like that. He just happened to be babysitting a young woman who happened to be under the Witness Protection Program. He ran a hand down his face, groaning lightly as he returned his gaze back to the sheet of paper in hand. It was her profile page, one without any photos no less. He rolled his eyes at that. Trust the Witness Protection Program to keep information classified from another Federal bureau sector. He had nothing to wrap his mind around to recognise Anna-Marie D'Ancanto or his charge as he had dubbed her. At least there was nothing visible he could use. He had every piece of information about his charge. There was a description of her appearance "Height: 5'8, Weight description: 115lbs Hair colour: auburn-brown hair, white streaks (he raised an inquisitive brow at that note) Eye colour: green…" and every itty bitty detail about her past all wrapped up neatly in this file. As far as he had read, her parents were both from good money and had left her every penny to their names in their untimely deaths. However, it was not the nature of their deaths that caught his attention first. A single fact that did leave him puzzled was that when he read her genetic status as they so kindly put it these days it told him absolutely nothing, only that his charge was a mutant.

Genetic Status: Mutant, specific details on powers are deemed classified until written approval given

He frowned slightly as he read over the section a second time. In present times, the United States Government was following a rout towards equal rights for mutants. A decade ago, they had tried Mutant Registration, which to put a detailed, bloody matter into simplicity did not go down well. Thus, in a world steadily being torn apart between favouring mutant rights and taking them away, it was surprising for Remy to find a Government program vouching for a mutant's protection even it if was the Witness Protection Program. Maybe he was just being biased. Being a mutant himself often clouded his judgement of what the Government dictated as right. He was about to read through the rest of her background and indulge himself in another cup of coffee when the sound of footfall and voice caught his attention. The large office room was set in darkness save for the lamp he had switched on at his desk. However, even in the given dark he could recognise the two figures as they made their way across the hall and towards his desk. They were about a few steps away from the light when both let out low chuckles, followed by a familiar voice. The disbelief in his voice was masked heavily with amusement and mockery as he spoke.

"Well I'll be damned, Remy LeBeau at a desk, doing paperwork and-"

The man bent his elbow to catch the time on his wrist watch before he continued.

"-At eight-thirty-three at night? Pete, pinch me, I think I'm hallucinating!"

The two men sniggered at Remy's expense, causing Remy to roll his eyes but a smirk remained forever planted across his face.

"What are y' deux doing here?"

While the first man continued to snigger, the other, Pete, turned a grin towards the Cajun and replied.

"Came t' see what Lencherr wanted with you this morning. What was it this time? A few slaps on the wrist for unorthodox tactics?"

Pete, or Peter Wisdom, continued to smile as he sat himself down a near-by desk. The other, Lance Alvers, pulled up another chair and sat himself down closer to the desk. Without permission or any care for confidentiality, he reached out for the profile page in Remy's hand. His brown eyes shifted back and forth as he skimmed the top of the page. A few moments later, a frown spread across his face and he turned back to Remy in confusion.

"This is a Witness Protection Program profile, right?"

Remy nodded dryly as he leant back in his chair. Lance and Peter gave each other puzzled looks before turning back to Remy again with new interest. Remy had slipped his hands behind his head as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. He didn't have to wait long before they began their probing.

"LeBeau, What are you doing with a Witness file?"

Remy continued to lean back in his chair as he replied dryly.

"Dat would be mon charge f' de next two weeks mon ami."

The two men gave unchanged puzzled expressions for about two seconds before one of them spoke. Peter spoke up. His British accent was thick with puzzlement as he replied.

"What do you mean, mate? Why are you being assigned to protecting this woman?"

Lance nodded in agreement. A small smirk had spread across his face as he added with a tone of mockery to his voice.

"Don't they have feds paid and trained to handle these people?"

Remy gave an aggravated sigh as he straightened in his chair. He reached forward and took back the profile page from Lance's grasp before answering them.

"Lencherr dragged moi into his office, gave moi a good ol' fashioned lecture on responsibility an' playin' by de rules den he put dis file in m' hands. Told moi I was leavin' first t'ing in de mornin' an' dat was dat."

Though Peter looked genuinely curious and nodded firmly, Lance gave a loud snort of amusement and grinned as he replied loudly.

"You're playing babysitter to some chick that saw something some crack job didn't like all because you don't do things by the book? Jeez that's fucked up."

Peter rolled his eyes at their comrade's lack of seriousness in the matter. Unlike Lance who had been pulled out of the U.S. Army to work for the force and Remy who had been pulled out of a considerably darker place that he refused to talk about, Peter had been transferred from merry ol' London where he had been a part of the British side of Federal Investigations. He took matters a little more seriously than the other two though, to be honest, his record wasn't exactly squeaky clean as far as tactics and mission accomplishments went. This was probably the reason the three of them worked well together. Four years ago, the three of them had been put together into an elite mutant squad focused on dealing with missions that were, to put it nicely, just a little too much to handle for any human FBI team. The idea of one of them being put on such a trivial assignment seemed like a low punishment or seriously unusual case. The latter seemed to be what Peter thought of the mission as he took the profile page in hand and, like Lance, skimmed through the brief details displayed. When he was finished, he returned the page and gave Remy a discerning look before speaking. His tone had become stern and grave; strictly business.

"She's a mutant?"

That was enough to wipe off the amused grin across Lance's face, at least, for a moment or two. His brow furrowed with puzzlement for a couple of moments. Clearly, he hadn't read that section. Remy on the other hand just nodded and waited for Peter to interpret further. Peter shook his head, heaving a heavy sigh as he replied. He tapped his fingers against the desk side as he continued. It was a clear sign of the man's unsettled thoughts towards the assignment.

"If you're being assigned to protect a mutant under the program, then I'd say this isn't just a babysitting job or a foul card for your tactics. Do you know her background?"

"Yeah, what she do to get tucked away by these Feds? Dump a crime Lord for one of his thugs?"

Though Remy smirked at Lance's mockery of the matter, he did look around for the page with the details about his charge's reasons for entering the program. It didn't take long but what he began to read was a far cry from a girl falling into the wrong crowd with a crime Lord. He lost a hint of his composure as his unusual coloured eyes widened in surprise. Both Peter and Lance had seen the look across his face and began to question him immediately.

"Well? What's the case, LeBeau? Did she have a little love spat with a crime lord or what?"

Remy shook his head as he returned his gaze to meet their questioning faces.

"Non. De femme (woman) witnessed de murder of her parents."

Lance raised a sceptical brow.

"And that's enough to get tucked under the Program's wing? Man, they really lowered the limits. Double homicides, sure its horrible stuff but what's the big deal?"

While Remy raised a brow at Lance, Peter ignored their friend's lack of seriousness and turned to Remy.

"Who were they?"

Remy skimmed over the details as he replied, reading them aloud.

"Owen and Pricilla D'Ancanto are her parents. Madame D'Ancanto was a well respected doctor in Mississippi et Mister D'Ancanto worked in our Government's Defence Sector."

"That explains why she's under the program's protection but what was he doing?"

Remy shrugged as he continued to read through the page of details.

"It doesn't say anyt'ing in detail, jus' dat it was classified stuff. Mais, I t'ink he was doin' somet'ing t' do wit' mutants."

"What make you say that?"

Remy handed the page to Peter as he replied.

"He was a mutant activist. Says in dere dat he put a lot o' money into helpin' mutants in de 80's. Mais, no one knew about him b'cause he donated money through his wife's et her family. "

Peter read through the page quickly, his eyes darting back and forth again as he remained silent. Lance on the other hand, gave a puzzled frown as he ran a hand through his untidy brown hair. When he questioned Remy, his voice was marred with an undertone of annoyance that was no doubt towards the program's tactics.

"Aren't you supposed to know why you need to protect this chick? Why keep that classified if you need to know about it?"

Remy shrugged as he began to shuffle the pages neatly back into the file.

"Dey probably t'ink it's unnecessary, given de circumstances."

Lance frowned.

"What circumstances?"

"De homme who killed de D'Ancantos has been behind bars f' de past fourteen years."

Before either could begin to question and drag the conversation further, Remy took the last page from Peter's hands and picked up his tan trench coat from the back of the chair. He was slipping it on when Lance spoke up.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Remy smirked as he tucked the file into the depths of his trench coat.

"I got a plane t' catch t'morrow. I'll see y' hommes when I get back from babysitting."

With that, he turned on his heal and left them to their own business. They remained their in silence until Remy was gone for sure before Lance turned to Peter and spoke.

"You think he'll have t' do much?"

Peter shrugged, his gaze set on the number dial above the elevator as the numbers spiralled downwards.

"We'll see."

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Bet you all have a load of questions now. Next chapter we take a turn down the path of the past and some more questions will be answered.

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Some translations to remember:

Mon – My

Moi – Me

Mais – But

Oui – Yes

Merde – Shit

Homme – man

Femme – woman

-UltimateGammy91