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Chapter 4: Stealing Immortality
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The young man in sunglasses and trenchcoat was hardly noticed on the streets of his native New Orleans. Most of the people thereabouts were used to seeing Remy LeBeau wandering the streets, alone, charming the young girls with a grin and stealing their hearts away. Little did they know that he was stealing more than just that. He ducked into an alleyway, picking a wallet out of one of his pockets and a Rolex out of the other, lowering his glasses to appraise them with his red-on-black eyes.
"Well, LeBeau, jou outdid jouself t'day... dis has gotta be d'best lift jou've made dis week." He grinned, tucking the items back into his pocket.
"Still robbin' the rich t'give to yourself, LeBeau?" He heard a voice from behind him. He looked up to see an unfortunately familiar face, that of Victor Creed.
"Ah, M'Sieur Tooth... what can I do fo' jou dis lovely day?"
"Puke up a gallon of blood and die after I finish thrashing the living daylights out of you," he replied, an evil glint in his eyes, "but I'm not here for fun, I'm here on business."
"Someone else's business, I gather," LeBeau said, lightly scratching at his stubble.
"You're a frickin' genius," Sabretooth said, rolling his eyes, "my boss, Magneto, is looking for someone who can steal some technology for him."
"What? Some sorta corporate espionage t'ing? Gambit don' deal in dat kinda t'ing," the Cajun replied.
"What, you too moral for that, LeBeau," his words were pointed, there was definitely something that he knew, some deep, dark secret from Gambit's past that he was just dying to let out, "no, it's nothing like that, more like ensuring the survival of mutantkind."
"Hey, whatever I can do t'help out m'fellow freaks, jou now?" Gambit grinned, "of course, some of us are more freakish than others." Creed let off a low growl as he lead LeBeau back to his metal sphere.
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Magneto looked over the new arrival with a nod of approval, "So this is the master thief that Sabretooth told me about?"
"Da one an' only, monsieur," Gambit said, taking a deep bow, "jou can hold da applause fo' now, though... don' wan' make certain others 'round here feel less worthy." He winked at Sabretooth and returned to a normal standing position. "So, what can I do fo' jou, mon capitan?"
"Have you heard of Captain America, Gambit?" Magneto said, crossing the room to a large console, tapping a few buttons, bringing up an image of Steve Rogers, Captain America in all his glory, holding his star spangled shield proudly.
"Oui, of course... ever'one in dis country heard o' him... da great World War II hero. Decent guy, I've heard, saved lots of people from da concentration camps. Though if I were t'critique da man, I'd say dat da li'l wings have got t'go." Magneto ignored the Cajun's attempt at humor and made a dramatic gesture towards the screen.
"He is the product of a government experiment called Operation: Rebirth. The same device that increased his strength, however, also destroyed him on a cellular level," Magneto said, turning back to Gambit with a sweep of his cape, then pulled up an image of a small, skinny blonde man in a glass tube. Light flashed and smoke filled the tube, obscuring the man from view, in moments, the smoke vanished and the man had transformed into the Steve Rogers Gambit recognized, sans his Captain America costume, "I want you to steal the Rebirth chamber for me."
"Don' jou t'ink it may not be such a good idea, seein' as how Cap didn' make it too long after da process?"
"Only because he was a mere human," Magneto said, his eyes aglow, "the Rebirth chamber has no ill effects on mutants. I need it to prolong my life so I can continue my work preparing mutantkind for its inevitable war against humanity."
"So lemme get dis straight, homme, jou want me to sneak into some top secret gov'nment facility and steal all dis equipment? Dat don' sound too hard... dere must be a catch somewhere."
"The 'catch', as you put it, is that the Rebirth chamber is in pieces in different parts of the said government installation. You are going to obtain these pieces so that I may rebuild the machine and rejuvenate myself. In the meantime, I shall be traveling to New York to investigate this 'Angel' I have heard so much about on the news. I believe he may be a newly emerged mutant and I may be able to persuade him to join our cause."
"I may need some help gettin' da equipment out of da facility," Gambit said, stroking at his chin, watching Magneto as he touched a few buttons to bring up a schematic of the installation the Cajun thief would be sneaking into.
"The rest of my Acolytes will assist you. I wish you good luck," Magneto turned and exited. Gambit glanced back at Sabretooth, who was staring hard at him. "Well, dis should be interestin' t'say da least..."
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To Be Continued
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Chapter 4: Stealing Immortality
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The young man in sunglasses and trenchcoat was hardly noticed on the streets of his native New Orleans. Most of the people thereabouts were used to seeing Remy LeBeau wandering the streets, alone, charming the young girls with a grin and stealing their hearts away. Little did they know that he was stealing more than just that. He ducked into an alleyway, picking a wallet out of one of his pockets and a Rolex out of the other, lowering his glasses to appraise them with his red-on-black eyes.
"Well, LeBeau, jou outdid jouself t'day... dis has gotta be d'best lift jou've made dis week." He grinned, tucking the items back into his pocket.
"Still robbin' the rich t'give to yourself, LeBeau?" He heard a voice from behind him. He looked up to see an unfortunately familiar face, that of Victor Creed.
"Ah, M'Sieur Tooth... what can I do fo' jou dis lovely day?"
"Puke up a gallon of blood and die after I finish thrashing the living daylights out of you," he replied, an evil glint in his eyes, "but I'm not here for fun, I'm here on business."
"Someone else's business, I gather," LeBeau said, lightly scratching at his stubble.
"You're a frickin' genius," Sabretooth said, rolling his eyes, "my boss, Magneto, is looking for someone who can steal some technology for him."
"What? Some sorta corporate espionage t'ing? Gambit don' deal in dat kinda t'ing," the Cajun replied.
"What, you too moral for that, LeBeau," his words were pointed, there was definitely something that he knew, some deep, dark secret from Gambit's past that he was just dying to let out, "no, it's nothing like that, more like ensuring the survival of mutantkind."
"Hey, whatever I can do t'help out m'fellow freaks, jou now?" Gambit grinned, "of course, some of us are more freakish than others." Creed let off a low growl as he lead LeBeau back to his metal sphere.
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Magneto looked over the new arrival with a nod of approval, "So this is the master thief that Sabretooth told me about?"
"Da one an' only, monsieur," Gambit said, taking a deep bow, "jou can hold da applause fo' now, though... don' wan' make certain others 'round here feel less worthy." He winked at Sabretooth and returned to a normal standing position. "So, what can I do fo' jou, mon capitan?"
"Have you heard of Captain America, Gambit?" Magneto said, crossing the room to a large console, tapping a few buttons, bringing up an image of Steve Rogers, Captain America in all his glory, holding his star spangled shield proudly.
"Oui, of course... ever'one in dis country heard o' him... da great World War II hero. Decent guy, I've heard, saved lots of people from da concentration camps. Though if I were t'critique da man, I'd say dat da li'l wings have got t'go." Magneto ignored the Cajun's attempt at humor and made a dramatic gesture towards the screen.
"He is the product of a government experiment called Operation: Rebirth. The same device that increased his strength, however, also destroyed him on a cellular level," Magneto said, turning back to Gambit with a sweep of his cape, then pulled up an image of a small, skinny blonde man in a glass tube. Light flashed and smoke filled the tube, obscuring the man from view, in moments, the smoke vanished and the man had transformed into the Steve Rogers Gambit recognized, sans his Captain America costume, "I want you to steal the Rebirth chamber for me."
"Don' jou t'ink it may not be such a good idea, seein' as how Cap didn' make it too long after da process?"
"Only because he was a mere human," Magneto said, his eyes aglow, "the Rebirth chamber has no ill effects on mutants. I need it to prolong my life so I can continue my work preparing mutantkind for its inevitable war against humanity."
"So lemme get dis straight, homme, jou want me to sneak into some top secret gov'nment facility and steal all dis equipment? Dat don' sound too hard... dere must be a catch somewhere."
"The 'catch', as you put it, is that the Rebirth chamber is in pieces in different parts of the said government installation. You are going to obtain these pieces so that I may rebuild the machine and rejuvenate myself. In the meantime, I shall be traveling to New York to investigate this 'Angel' I have heard so much about on the news. I believe he may be a newly emerged mutant and I may be able to persuade him to join our cause."
"I may need some help gettin' da equipment out of da facility," Gambit said, stroking at his chin, watching Magneto as he touched a few buttons to bring up a schematic of the installation the Cajun thief would be sneaking into.
"The rest of my Acolytes will assist you. I wish you good luck," Magneto turned and exited. Gambit glanced back at Sabretooth, who was staring hard at him. "Well, dis should be interestin' t'say da least..."
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To Be Continued
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