Authors Note: Well, here's another chapter in my story. I own nothing except my own characters, all other belong to Marvel. There. Now that that's done let's get on with the story.
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"What do you want to drink Mon ami?"
Gambit asked Sage, who was now in casual clothing of a pair of jeans and a black shirt.
"...Brandi and a Coke."
Sage responded. They were both sitting down on a table outside by the bayou, in front of a small shack that passed as a bar. According to Gambit, this was "T'ieves" territory.
"Chere, get my friend here some Brandi, get me the usual."
Gambit called out to a young girl who then entered the small shack to get their drinks. Gambit looked back at Sage.
"Sorry homme, but 'dey won' have any Coke here. Mind if I smoke?"
Gambit asked. Sage said nothing, but took a cigarette when Gambit offered one to him.
"Alright, what's the deal with all of this."
Sage said as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"Calm down mon ami we talk 'bout this in a little, no hurry here, you among a friend."
Gambit said as he took a drag from his smoke.
"This is business Cajun, I don't like it to much when some one tries to pull strings that never existed."
Sage said as he looked Gambit in the eye. Gambit just took another drag and layed back against the old chair he was sitting in.
"It ain' like 'dat. De whole reason why you was hired, was to see if you could deliva' what I needed. De tournment, 'dat was jus' a test."
Sage was about to speak when the girl came back out with a bottle of Brandi with a small glass and a Pepsi. Sage looked at Gambit.
"I thought you said they didn't have that."
"I said dey don' carry Coke, 'dis here is a Pepsi."
Sage porred himself some brandi in the glass and took a drink.
"Like I said Cajun, what's the deal? I suggest you start talking."
Gambit took one more drag and let the smoke out into the dusk sky.
"Alright homme. You 'member 'dose guy's seated across from me and de otha' T'ieves?"
Gambit asked Sage who took another drink and didn't say a word.
"Dey be 'de Assasins. Ano'da guild in New O'leans. De only oda guild in New Oleans. We been fudin' wit' each other fo' centuries."
Gambit stopped to take another drag of his cigarette.
"A couple o' weeks ago, we came to a truce. A day latter, Bobby dissapeared."
"That'd be your brother, right?"
"Right. We can't jus' blame 'de Assasins."
"Why not, sounds to me like they'e the ones behind this."
" 'Dey are. But Jean-Luc, he tell us...tell me, to leave it be, he 'ventually 'll handle all o' this. Problem is, Bobby teach me jus' 'bout all I know, and 'dere ain no way 'dat I'm just gonna leave 'em."
Sage took a drag of his cigarette, then, as the glass was empty, took a swig from the bottle.
"The way I see it, you got a brother to rescue, so I say...what was his name? Jean-Luc? I say fuck 'em."
Instantly Sage noticed Gambit's expression, it was a mix of anger, suprise, and just a little of fear.
"What?...I suggest you 'neva say 'dat 'bout Jean-Luc again, 'specially around 'dis bayou."
Sage just took another swig of the bottle.
"I take it this Jean-Luc is some tough s.o.b. then. Either way, I still say fuck 'em."
Just then Gambit's eyes grew wide in shock. Sage noticed that he was looking behind him.
" 'Dat ain' no way to talk 'bout some one you don' know."
The voice was deeper than Gambit's, and held more of a regal tone, but not to the extent were it was anywhere near annoying. Sage just stood there. He expected it was this Jean-Luc, from Gambit's expression, wich was still on his face. Sage didn't bother to look back, and just took another drag from his cigarette. Jean-Luc began to talk again.
"What's all 'dis I been hearin' Remy? I heard 'dat you plannin' ta do some thin' I told you not to do."
Gambit didn't say a word, but just looked away. Sage however wasn't quite.
"The way I see it, you don't have any right to tell someone they can't help save a family member."
Jean-Luc looked down at Sage, who still didn't bother to turn around.
"I suggest you don' say any 'ting else. You lucky you still ain' hurt."
"I see it the other way around old man. Listen Gambit. I've heard all I need to hear. Let's go and do this already."
Gambit didn't say a word, but just looked at Sage as if he was insane. Jean-Luc just looked down at Sage.
"I guess you haven't been listen'n to well, 'ave you? Listen good. 'Dis is T'ieves business, so don't get involved."
"I guess you don't pay to much attention, otherwise, you would now that I just don't give a fuck about ' T'ieves'. I was paid to do a job, and I'm going to do it. Just so you know, I keep my words, so I suggest you don't try to stop me. Let's get this shit over with Gambit."
Sage said as he took one last swig and began to get up. Suddenly however the seat was taken from under him in a swift motion. Sage managed to regrain his composure and spun around trying to sweep Jean-Lucs' legs from under him. However, Jean-Luc quickly jumped over then slammed his knee against Sage's face, sending him back several yards.
Sage fell to the floor, then wiped the back of his hand under his nose, then noticed the blood. Sage got up and for the first time looked at Jean-Luc. He stood at 6'2 and had a lean, yet solid build. His clothing was very similar to Gambits, a trench coat, and under that a very light type of armor. His hair was brown and long, but didn't go beneath his shoulders. He had a neatly trimed beard and brown wise eyes. Just by looking at him you knew that he wasn't some one to take lightly.
"Big mistake chump."
Sage said as he ran at Jean-Luc and then delivered a round house kick, however before Sage knew it Jean-Luc had dodged the attack and as quick as lightning was behind him, delivering a strong knee to his back, an elbow to the bridge of his nose, and then tossing him two yards away.
Saying that Sage was suprised was an understatement. Gambit however just stood there with a look of confusion. His loyalty was 100% with Jean-Luc, however he didn't know weather to try and stop Sage or let Jean-Luc beat him. Jean-Luc answered that question for him.
"You stay out o' 'dis Remy, you 'ear?"
Gambit just noded his head. Sage got up and shook his head.
"Sage? 'Dat you name boy?"
Jean-Luc said as he casually stood looking at Sage.
"I ain't no 'boy'."
Sage gritted as he launched himself at Jean-Luc in a lunge, wich ended with him getting kneed in the gut half way into the leap. Sage staggered back, breath totally gone from his lungs.
"Well, you can't be a man, you a bit too sloppy, non?"
Sage charged and swung his right hand in a hook, wich Jean-Luc ducked, then delivered a set of kidney shot's to Sage wich sent him back a few feet as his face winced. Sage counter attacked by grabbing Jean-Luc by the side of his head then brining his face towards his knee wich was preparing to brake Jean-Lucs nose. Jean-Luc however just roolled with the motion wich caused Sage to miss completely as Jean-Luc got up and slamed his left elbow into Sages face sending him back.
"Listen good now Sage. I don' much enjoy beatin' children. 'De winna o' dis fight, dat we all know who it gonna be, non? So jus' leave, 'fo you lose any mo' face, understand."
Sage just stared at him, anger and determenation in his face. Part of him screamed to just blast him away and get this over with, the other part asked why he didn't. Sage licked the blood that was coming from the cut his lip received from Jean-Lucs elbow.
Jean-Luc just stood there waiting for Sage to make a move. Sage however only stood in a fighting stance waiting for Jean-Luc to make his move.
"Let's get out o' here Remy. You go to prepare fo' 'de Tide."
Jean-Luc said as he turned around, ignoring Sage. He began to walk away when Sage spoke.
"I guess what they say is true, THIEF is just another word for COWARD."
This immediatly caught Jean-Lucs attention as he turned around, warning clearly glearing from his eyes.
"What you jus' say?"
"I didn't think I stuttered, did I?"
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"What do you want to drink Mon ami?"
Gambit asked Sage, who was now in casual clothing of a pair of jeans and a black shirt.
"...Brandi and a Coke."
Sage responded. They were both sitting down on a table outside by the bayou, in front of a small shack that passed as a bar. According to Gambit, this was "T'ieves" territory.
"Chere, get my friend here some Brandi, get me the usual."
Gambit called out to a young girl who then entered the small shack to get their drinks. Gambit looked back at Sage.
"Sorry homme, but 'dey won' have any Coke here. Mind if I smoke?"
Gambit asked. Sage said nothing, but took a cigarette when Gambit offered one to him.
"Alright, what's the deal with all of this."
Sage said as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"Calm down mon ami we talk 'bout this in a little, no hurry here, you among a friend."
Gambit said as he took a drag from his smoke.
"This is business Cajun, I don't like it to much when some one tries to pull strings that never existed."
Sage said as he looked Gambit in the eye. Gambit just took another drag and layed back against the old chair he was sitting in.
"It ain' like 'dat. De whole reason why you was hired, was to see if you could deliva' what I needed. De tournment, 'dat was jus' a test."
Sage was about to speak when the girl came back out with a bottle of Brandi with a small glass and a Pepsi. Sage looked at Gambit.
"I thought you said they didn't have that."
"I said dey don' carry Coke, 'dis here is a Pepsi."
Sage porred himself some brandi in the glass and took a drink.
"Like I said Cajun, what's the deal? I suggest you start talking."
Gambit took one more drag and let the smoke out into the dusk sky.
"Alright homme. You 'member 'dose guy's seated across from me and de otha' T'ieves?"
Gambit asked Sage who took another drink and didn't say a word.
"Dey be 'de Assasins. Ano'da guild in New O'leans. De only oda guild in New Oleans. We been fudin' wit' each other fo' centuries."
Gambit stopped to take another drag of his cigarette.
"A couple o' weeks ago, we came to a truce. A day latter, Bobby dissapeared."
"That'd be your brother, right?"
"Right. We can't jus' blame 'de Assasins."
"Why not, sounds to me like they'e the ones behind this."
" 'Dey are. But Jean-Luc, he tell us...tell me, to leave it be, he 'ventually 'll handle all o' this. Problem is, Bobby teach me jus' 'bout all I know, and 'dere ain no way 'dat I'm just gonna leave 'em."
Sage took a drag of his cigarette, then, as the glass was empty, took a swig from the bottle.
"The way I see it, you got a brother to rescue, so I say...what was his name? Jean-Luc? I say fuck 'em."
Instantly Sage noticed Gambit's expression, it was a mix of anger, suprise, and just a little of fear.
"What?...I suggest you 'neva say 'dat 'bout Jean-Luc again, 'specially around 'dis bayou."
Sage just took another swig of the bottle.
"I take it this Jean-Luc is some tough s.o.b. then. Either way, I still say fuck 'em."
Just then Gambit's eyes grew wide in shock. Sage noticed that he was looking behind him.
" 'Dat ain' no way to talk 'bout some one you don' know."
The voice was deeper than Gambit's, and held more of a regal tone, but not to the extent were it was anywhere near annoying. Sage just stood there. He expected it was this Jean-Luc, from Gambit's expression, wich was still on his face. Sage didn't bother to look back, and just took another drag from his cigarette. Jean-Luc began to talk again.
"What's all 'dis I been hearin' Remy? I heard 'dat you plannin' ta do some thin' I told you not to do."
Gambit didn't say a word, but just looked away. Sage however wasn't quite.
"The way I see it, you don't have any right to tell someone they can't help save a family member."
Jean-Luc looked down at Sage, who still didn't bother to turn around.
"I suggest you don' say any 'ting else. You lucky you still ain' hurt."
"I see it the other way around old man. Listen Gambit. I've heard all I need to hear. Let's go and do this already."
Gambit didn't say a word, but just looked at Sage as if he was insane. Jean-Luc just looked down at Sage.
"I guess you haven't been listen'n to well, 'ave you? Listen good. 'Dis is T'ieves business, so don't get involved."
"I guess you don't pay to much attention, otherwise, you would now that I just don't give a fuck about ' T'ieves'. I was paid to do a job, and I'm going to do it. Just so you know, I keep my words, so I suggest you don't try to stop me. Let's get this shit over with Gambit."
Sage said as he took one last swig and began to get up. Suddenly however the seat was taken from under him in a swift motion. Sage managed to regrain his composure and spun around trying to sweep Jean-Lucs' legs from under him. However, Jean-Luc quickly jumped over then slammed his knee against Sage's face, sending him back several yards.
Sage fell to the floor, then wiped the back of his hand under his nose, then noticed the blood. Sage got up and for the first time looked at Jean-Luc. He stood at 6'2 and had a lean, yet solid build. His clothing was very similar to Gambits, a trench coat, and under that a very light type of armor. His hair was brown and long, but didn't go beneath his shoulders. He had a neatly trimed beard and brown wise eyes. Just by looking at him you knew that he wasn't some one to take lightly.
"Big mistake chump."
Sage said as he ran at Jean-Luc and then delivered a round house kick, however before Sage knew it Jean-Luc had dodged the attack and as quick as lightning was behind him, delivering a strong knee to his back, an elbow to the bridge of his nose, and then tossing him two yards away.
Saying that Sage was suprised was an understatement. Gambit however just stood there with a look of confusion. His loyalty was 100% with Jean-Luc, however he didn't know weather to try and stop Sage or let Jean-Luc beat him. Jean-Luc answered that question for him.
"You stay out o' 'dis Remy, you 'ear?"
Gambit just noded his head. Sage got up and shook his head.
"Sage? 'Dat you name boy?"
Jean-Luc said as he casually stood looking at Sage.
"I ain't no 'boy'."
Sage gritted as he launched himself at Jean-Luc in a lunge, wich ended with him getting kneed in the gut half way into the leap. Sage staggered back, breath totally gone from his lungs.
"Well, you can't be a man, you a bit too sloppy, non?"
Sage charged and swung his right hand in a hook, wich Jean-Luc ducked, then delivered a set of kidney shot's to Sage wich sent him back a few feet as his face winced. Sage counter attacked by grabbing Jean-Luc by the side of his head then brining his face towards his knee wich was preparing to brake Jean-Lucs nose. Jean-Luc however just roolled with the motion wich caused Sage to miss completely as Jean-Luc got up and slamed his left elbow into Sages face sending him back.
"Listen good now Sage. I don' much enjoy beatin' children. 'De winna o' dis fight, dat we all know who it gonna be, non? So jus' leave, 'fo you lose any mo' face, understand."
Sage just stared at him, anger and determenation in his face. Part of him screamed to just blast him away and get this over with, the other part asked why he didn't. Sage licked the blood that was coming from the cut his lip received from Jean-Lucs elbow.
Jean-Luc just stood there waiting for Sage to make a move. Sage however only stood in a fighting stance waiting for Jean-Luc to make his move.
"Let's get out o' here Remy. You go to prepare fo' 'de Tide."
Jean-Luc said as he turned around, ignoring Sage. He began to walk away when Sage spoke.
"I guess what they say is true, THIEF is just another word for COWARD."
This immediatly caught Jean-Lucs attention as he turned around, warning clearly glearing from his eyes.
"What you jus' say?"
"I didn't think I stuttered, did I?"