Ishandahalf: You like molasses? I've never really been a fan of it. I like maple syrup and honey better…mmm syrup and pancakes….
Lucky439: I like the new word, very cool.
Harry: You'd think Sinister would be a tad smarter, wouldn't you? Oh well, should be fun.
Cris-X: You see, I already know this, but there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it! Mwahahahahaaa!!
Disclaimer: *taps her fingers against the desk and stares sternly at the Marvel logo*
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Remy passed out on the hotel bed. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept. He had been running down his contacts for days, and it didn't seem like he was any closer to finding Sinister. He couldn't even remember what town he was in. He pulled the card of matches out of his pocket. St. Louis. Who did he know in St. Louis? He didn't no anyone, wait, no not a single person in all of St. Louis. Then why was he here? That's right, he was on a lead his old buddy Jonny Song, a Chinese gangster from China Town in LA, had given him, said somebody around here would know. Well, nobody here knew anything. He had to move on. What was his next stop? The first place he had gone was London, England, Sinister's old stomping grounds. That didn't work out too well. He stayed in Europe for about a week and then flew back to the states. He had gone to LA, Miami, Houston, and now St. Louis, next he was going to New Orleans to see what the guilds had come up with. It had been two weeks of non-stop traveling. He wanted his little girl back.
Just as he was nodding off, he got a knock at his door. He grumbled something that sounded like 'Just a moment,' and heaved himself out of bed. He pulled on a pair of pants and opened the door; there was no one there. He looked everywhere outside the door and finally looked down. There, on the floor, was a white envelope, addressed to a Monsieur Remington Lebeau.
Rogue awoke from yet another mysterious dream with the same mysterious woman. This time her hair had been short and a man had been with her. He seemed so familiar, but she didn't know why. She couldn't even see his face clearly. He hadn't even spoken. He merely stood by the woman, somewhat protectively. Still, she knew she had met him somewhere before. So focused on his familiarity, that she couldn't remember what the woman had said. She doubted it was important. It was probably another warning about how her daughter was in danger. It was getting old, fast. She didn't need some crazy half-assed dream to tell her that her daughter was in danger. She just wanted this to be over, now. She heard a knock at the window.
It was Gambit, in all his boyish glory. She smiled at his never-ending youth. She opened the window and pulled him into the room, kissing him as she did. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.
"Tell me you found something…"
"I found somet'in'."
Rogue couldn't help, but cry.
Less than a half an hour later, the X-men had assembled in the War Room. Gambit had given the letter to Scott to read to the group.
Monsieur Lebeau,
I am contacting you with great danger to myself and those I love most. I am aware of your search for your missing daughter. I assure you, she is safe, but for how long, I cannot say. Your suspicions of Sinister's involvement are indeed correct. However, I am unsure of his intentions. Speed and care is required for the retrieval of your daughter. Sinister owns some land in the Greek isles; you will find her there. The island of Crete. I warn you, the laboratory is heavily guarded. He has eyes everywhere. May you bring your daughter safely home. Take care and good luck.
A Friend
Cyclops set the letter down and sighed. "You realize of course that this could be a trap?"
Gambit shook his head, "I doubt it. Sinister knows I'm lookin' fo' him, he knows I'm comin'. He jus don' know when. He don' need a messenger. He'll be ready fo' us regardless."
Cyclops nodded, "Alright, we'll form two teams. Jean, can you travel?"
Remy stood up, "Non, I be de one pickin' de teams. No offense Scotty, but dis be family. I want people I know I can trust t' watch my back, dat don' t'ink I be a cold blooded murderer."
Rogue stood as well, "Remy, please, we need as much help as we can get!"
He shook his head, "Non, I know dis man better dan any o' you an' I need people dat are gonna listen to what I tell dem, an' sorry Cyclops, you ain' one o' dem. Logan, Stormy, Kurt, Bishop you comin' wit us. As fo' de rest o' you, now you know where you stand."
"What about Jean?" Scott demanded, "You trusted her enough to watch your daughter."
"An' I still do, but no offense t' de Madame, but Jean, you be very pregnant an' you already had yo' ass kicked by dese people once. I don' wanna do anyt'in' t' hurt you or yo' baby."
She nodded, "I understand, Remy. Go get your daughter."
The six mutants boarded the X-Jet, each taking their respective spots on the plane. Logan stopped for a moment by Gambit's chair.
"You mean what you said in there, Cajun? 'Bout not trustin' the rest o' them?"
"Oui, 'cept Beast. Kinda hard to not like a six hundred pound cat, non?"
"I hear ya Cajun," he laughed, "Let's get this show on the road!"
It had been the longest four hours of Rogue's life, but finally, they landed in Crete. It was getting to be late afternoon. Suddenly, a thought struck Rogue.
"Remy, how're we gonna know where this place is?"
He shrugged, "It's Sinister, look fo' somet'in' big, dark, an' high-tech."
"Shouldn't be too hard," Logan grumbled, "this ain't exactly a high industry place."
The others nodded, and true, it wasn't exactly rocket science, but it proved to be more difficult than they had imagined. Sinister was an egotist, priding himself as a mutant genetics genius, but because he was a genius, he wasn't stupid. He was careful not to put up signs saying 'Mad Scientist's Lair Here,' with a flashing arrow pointing to the entrance. He did camouflage the place fairly well, but Remy had gotten used to the way Sinister worked and figured out his location with the first few hours they were there. Now the problem was figuring out a plan of attack. For that, he turned to Logan.
"I'm guessin' he already knows we're here, right Gumbo?"
Gambit nodded.
"Then I don't see why we need to go through all o' this. Let's just charge in there. You said it yourself, he won't hurt her. The only people that are gonna get bruised up is us, and that's a risk I'm willing to take. That all right with everyone?" he asked, looking to each mutant.
Everyone nodded.
"Alright, then in we go."
Sure enough, Sinister had been expecting them. He stood at the main entrance of the laboratory, surrounded by his Murauders, smiling, smugly.
"What took you so long? It feels like I've been waiting here for ages."
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