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Rogue stared at Jean Luc for a full two minutes before speaking. "A Thieves Guild. Storm sent us to live with a man who runs a, what? A mob?"
By this point Kitty was practically jumping in her seat, overjoyed with the fact that she had been right on about the Lebeau's. The rest of the family at the table was silent, most had finished their desserts and decided to quickly leave the room and avoid conflict. Good choice, Rogue thought, in what universe would Storm send us here?
Jean Luc's lips quirked up at the girls' reactions. "Of course, in the case of an emergency who better to fight?"
"So she sent us to live with criminals! I can't see her doing that."
Storm was such a pacifist, Rogue couldn't imagine her sending her own students to live with some mafia. Tante Mattie was still sitting at the table, watching them all with a critical eye and a disapproving frown. Jubilee was slouching down into her seat, covering her face and avoiding eye contact. Both of her friends were well aware of her temper and knew better than to get in her way.
"Pere," Remy broke in before his father could argue, "Perhaps it would be best for us to let her speak with Stormy first."
The two regarded each other and his father eventually nodded. "Very well, you may go call your teacher now."
Rogue was quickly losing her temper with this man. Just who did he think he was? "I may go?!"
Remy was by her side in an instant. "I'll show Rogue back to her room, just in case she's forgotten where it is."
And with that he grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the room. Rogue immediately began struggling to free her arm from his grasp. "Let me go you annoying Cajun!"
His grasp didn't loosen until they were out of earshot and even then he turned her around and held on to her gloved hands. He continued to drag her through a hallway she hadn't been in before. Rogue let her protests die on her lips when she saw the pained look on his face.
"Please chere just call Stormy, she'll tell you that she knows all about us." Remy lowered his head so that the two could speak eye to eye. "Don't go around pissing off mon pere. He's not exactly the nicest man."
Rogue blinked slowly at him, processing what he was saying. " Do you usually go around warning people about your own father?"
"Non. However, none of them are living under the same roof as him."
It figured that these things happen to me, Rogue thought, it just wouldn't be right if everything went well for once.
"Okay Swamp Rat, I think it's time you told me all these little secrets you've been hiding." She looked at him crossly, "Let's go to my room."
***
Remy wasn't so forthcoming when it came to telling her anything, but after a bit more prodding on her part he relented.
The first thing he revealed to her was that Jean-Luc wasn't in fact his real father. No one in the guild was related him. Not that he didn't consider them to be family he assured her, but Remy and his father had trouble seeing eye to eye on some subjects. Apparently Remy had gotten caught picking Jean-Luc's pocket when he was an orphan on the streets, and the man had then deemed him worthy of the guild.
While he spoke, Rogue paid close attention to his face and the tone of his voice. She found it amusing how he was able to go from speaking so admirably about his father to acting as if he'd be better off dead. He never once spoke ill of his brother however, and his face lit up when he talked about his Tante.
Remy was a little more close lipped on the workings of the guild, but he did mention that it worked somewhat like a mob in the sense that they controlled a lot of the crime in the city. He also told her that there was one other guild in the city, called the assassins guild. He wouldn't tell her anything more than that they were fierce rivals of the thieves, and he refused to go any further into it.
"Well, are we in danger of them by staying here?" She pressed, "Shouldn't we know more?"
"Non, this is supposed to be a safe house chere. You don't have to worry."
The two stared at each other for a few moments, neither of them speaking. It seemed as if Remy wanted to say something more, but was holding back. Rogue kept her face tilted downwards, watching him through her eyelashes. He shuffled on his feet a bit, waiting for her to do something.
Rogue groaned and flopped back on her bed. "Fine, I need to call Storm now. Go." She made a shooing motion with her hand.
He smirked at her and turned towards her door. "As you wish, just remember chere I am but a few doors away."
She gazed at his back as he walked out the door, considering the past hour they had spent together. Sharing all of this information with her seemed awfully out of character for him, and she did appreciate it. "Hey, Swamp Rat."
Remy stopped and glanced back at her. "Hmm?"
"Thanks." She said, and turned her back to pull out her phone, waiting until she heard the door click shut behind her to start dialing.
"How could you send us to live with these people!"
***
"Is she speaking with Ororo?" Remy's father spoke to him from where he sat behind his desk. Jean-Luc had called Remy into his study shortly after his talk with Rogue, demanding to know just what he had revealed to the girl.
"Oui."
He heaved a sigh and leaned back to give Remy a hard stare. "You've got a job tonight; Henri says he can't do it."
Remy perked up, interested. He hadn't been assigned any challenging heists lately, and if his brother didn't think he was capable of it, it must be good. Though his brother was the eldest and had started his training years before Remy did, there was no question that the youngest son had the superior skills.
"What is it?"
The older man massaged his temples with a grimace. "Information from the government. It's a guild assignment."
"On the cure?" That had to be it, what else did the Lebeau's need to know from them?
"Yes, they have a military base here in Louisiana that I need you to infiltrate. And I need you to be careful, if there was anyone else who had the skills and wasn't a mutant we would use them."
Remy grabbed a folder his father held out towards him and rifled through the contents. "Doesn't look so hard, in and out, oui?"
"Imbecile, chances are they have those damned cure guns. It should be simple, just don't get yourself killed."
***
It was a good three-hour drive to where Remy needed to be, and thankfully his brother had already mapped out the majority of entrances and camera blind spots. As far as jobs went, Remy already considered this one to be a success; barely an hour out he came across a bike the exact same model as the one his chere had wrecked. He decided to ditch his cheaper replacement and lift the new beauty instead.
Breaking into the base turned out to be more difficult than he had expected, not that he wasn't able to break in, but every guard near the main entrance was armed with mutant-effective weapons. A pack of exploding cards on the other side of the base proved to be an effective enough distraction, and he reached his destination faster than anticipated.
His destination was the records room, he didn't have time to hack the computer system and was relying solely on paper records. Thankfully, he found that they kept paper records of almost everything.
The first thing he found was that they were indeed working on a new and improved cure, but it was still in its testing stage and there was nothing regarding on how they were planning to distribute it. From what he could tell, right now the cure was more lethal than helpful and killed more mutants than it cured. He found no records on the mutants being tested on, and Remy didn't even want to think about where they were finding mutants to experiment on. Remy assumed that the ones in the experiments were being wiped out of the system, to avoid taking the blame later on.
There was however a row of drawers set aside for known mutants. The first two drawers were all for lower class mutants, with weaker abilities. There were only a few names he recognized, mostly just mutants with visible mutations and no other powers, like that Toad boy he had encountered on more than one occasion with the Brotherhood.
"Merde." An alarm rang above his head and Remy swore, there was still one drawer he needed to go through. Footsteps pounded from outside the door and voices could be heard yelling throughout the corridor.
Remy grabbed what he was able, shoving the contents into his coat and bag; he would need his hands free to fight his way out.
A/N- Ugh. I have the spacey-est teacher ever. Seriously, what teacher decides to give a five page exam on a Thursday with no warning or preparation? I bet half my class is failing now.:(Anyways, I'm really bad at planning ahead for stories and have no idea where this is going. Sorry. But the upside is I have a break coming up in two weeks, and will probably have chapters posted more frequently, and maybe even finish it up.
