Master Thief
He inspected the shoulder-high grille carefully, greased the bottom-left bolt, and gently charged the other three. There was a muffled bang, and it swung open on the greased bolt. Remy lifted himself up and through the hole, pulling the grill back loosely behind him. It led into a small, dark room, full of machines, but he avoided all obstacles with ease, red-on-black eyes seeing easily in the blackness. The door was almost embarrassingly easy to unlock – the lock was designed to keep people out of this room, not in, but Remy wasn't interested in the information on the mansion's computers. His prize this night was far more important.
Making his way through the lower floor, he reached the staircase. Quickly ascending, Remy followed the path he had memorised the previous day. Finally, he reached the right room. Bringing his picks out of a pocket hidden in the lining of his duster, he picked the lock, opened the door, and slipped inside, shutting the door behind him again.
Automatically, the thief in him scanned the room; two beds, both occupied, a door – leading to a bathroom, and a large window. The window was deceptively bare – Remy knew from experience that it was heavily guarded – thanks to his night-time exploits. But, and this was the main thing, only from the outside. Remy walked swiftly over to the bed to the right of him, put his fully-gloved hand over the mouth of the occupant, and shook them gently by the shoulder. Green eyes started open. A mouth opened to scream, then curved into a smile. Remy took his hand away, and then beckoned her over to the window. Silently unlatching it, he stepped out onto the balcony, closely followed by Rogue, who had stopped briefly to pick up the coat that had been waiting on the bedpost.
"Ah got yah card." She whispered, pulling the Queen of Hearts out of the pocket. It had become a habit for them; during the day he'd 'case the joint', leaving his signature card somewhere she would get it – usually on her bed, or in the locker containing her uniform. Then, that night, he would come and pick her up, and they'd go on a trip somewhere; normally to New Orleans or some other Southern city.
The two walked over to the edge of the balcony, and Remy carefully lowered Rogue down, before jumping down himself, and landing lightly on his feet. They stole across the grass to the gates, which they scaled, and then both climbed onto Remy's motorbike.
"How long do yah think it'll take befoah they realise we've gone?" Rogue asked him. Remy grinned back at her.
"Remy's t'inkin' in a few seconds." He pulled a card out from his coat pocket, turned around on the motorbike, and placed it on her lips, kissed it, and then stuck it in the hinge of the gate.
"Au revoir, mutant mansion!" He called out, revving up the bike and zooming off, to the background noise of an angry Wolverine's growl.