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Chapter 5: A Master at Work
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"I'm in," Gambit said quietly into his radio as he crawled through the air ducts of the government installation. He moved silently, careful not to tip off the guards below him to his movements.
"That's not exactly the hard part, LeBeau," he heard Sabretooth's voice crackle through his headset, "getting back out again with the equipment is."
"Hey, leave dat t'me... I'm da t'ief, remember?" He sighed, mentally going over the schematics he had studied back at Magneto's citadel. He approached an intersection in the duct and took the path to the right, crawling down a few more meters before stopping at a grate. "All right, I'm at da storage room, maintain radio silence." He felt rather covert ops using phrases like that. Glanced through the grate into the darkness below, straining his eyes, attempting to see the items he was supposed to be retrieving. He placed his hand on the grate, charging it up to small degree and then shielding his eyes when it blew into hundreds of tiny shards. He slithered through the grate, dropping to the ground and landing with feline grace. He pulled a card out of his pocket and charged it, holding the charge in order to provide light. "Merde..." he muttered.
"Hey, watch the language in there, Cajun, or Papa Sabretooth is gonna hafta come in there and wash your mouth out with soap," he heard Creed snicker on the other end of the radio.
"We got a problem here," Gambit said, "dis room is completely empty." He gazed all around him at the metal walls, all reflecting back the soft orange glow that his card gave off.
"Well, this mission was a screw-up then... abort, I repeat, abort," Sabretooth growled.
"Eh... I don' t'ink so, mon ami," Gambit said, switching his radio headset off. Remy LeBeau was a master thief, and he never failed in the jobs he was given... never. He leaped up and crawled back into the air duct, slithering along quickly but silently, following the schematics he had memorized, taking all the necessary turns to get to his destination. He smiled when he finally saw a few shafts of light coming out of a grate on the side of the air duct. He drew to a stop and glanced down, looking into a sparsely decorated office, a military officer in olive drab sitting behind an old wooden desk going over some paperwork. Gambit waited silently for what seemed like forever, although in reality, it was only about half an hour, until the officer finally stood up and walked out of his office. Remy quickly went to work, blowing the grate out and hopping down next to the desk. He moved to the filing cabinet and found, much to his pleasure, that it was unlocked. He quickly thumbed through the documents, finally getting to the "O"s. He heard voices coming down the hall toward the office that he was in. He grabbed a rather thick red folder labeled "Operation: Rebirth" and stuffed it in his trenchcoat. He grabbed his deck of cards out of his pocket and quickly found a Joker, his calling card, and left it on the desk of the officer. As he made his way to the opposite side of the office to escape he heard the doorknob begin to turn.
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Sabretooth, Colossus, and Pyro had been laying flat on the ground, watching for any signs of trouble in the military compound from about half a kilometer away in a wooded area. Pyro looked quite eager to get some action out of the whole experience, Colossus looked rather concerned about something, and Sabretooth just looked vexed, although that was quite common for him. The all jumped, slightly startled, when alarms began to sound from within the compound.
"Great, the Cajun got himself caught," Sabretooth snarled, "let's get back to the orbs."
"But what about Comrade LeBeau," Colossus asked as he watched Sabretooth begin to stalk back to the clearing where they had landed, "are we just going to abandon him?"
"The kid had a problem taking orders, and if you start questioning mine, you're going to have to answer for it, got it," Creed bared his fangs at Colossus and Pyro, prompting both of them to get up quickly and followed them. They went about four feet before the bumped into a familiar figure, standing directly in their path, wearing a trenchcoat and the grin of a schoolboy who just stole some candy without getting caught.
"Jou weren' gon' leave jou ol' pal Remy behin', now where jou, M'Sieur Tooth? Dat wouldn' be very polite at all." Sabretooth just growled and continued walking.
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Magneto flipped through the pages of the file Gambit had brought him, a hacking cough plaguing him every few moments. His battle with the two X-Men had surprisingly taken quite a toll on him. If only the "Angel" had been more willing to see things the way Magneto saw them, things would be so much simpler. The goals Erik Magnus Lensherr had set before himself were not for the weak of heart, apparently, and Gambit was certainly a mutant with quite a grasp on that.
"An excellent job," Magneto said, "I will retrieve the device myself. Sabretooth, you will come with me and the rest of you shall remain behind. I will return shortly, greatly rejuvenated by the power of the machine." And with those final parting words, he turned and left Colossus, Gambit, and Pyro to sit and wait for his return.
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To Be Continued
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Chapter 5: A Master at Work
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"I'm in," Gambit said quietly into his radio as he crawled through the air ducts of the government installation. He moved silently, careful not to tip off the guards below him to his movements.
"That's not exactly the hard part, LeBeau," he heard Sabretooth's voice crackle through his headset, "getting back out again with the equipment is."
"Hey, leave dat t'me... I'm da t'ief, remember?" He sighed, mentally going over the schematics he had studied back at Magneto's citadel. He approached an intersection in the duct and took the path to the right, crawling down a few more meters before stopping at a grate. "All right, I'm at da storage room, maintain radio silence." He felt rather covert ops using phrases like that. Glanced through the grate into the darkness below, straining his eyes, attempting to see the items he was supposed to be retrieving. He placed his hand on the grate, charging it up to small degree and then shielding his eyes when it blew into hundreds of tiny shards. He slithered through the grate, dropping to the ground and landing with feline grace. He pulled a card out of his pocket and charged it, holding the charge in order to provide light. "Merde..." he muttered.
"Hey, watch the language in there, Cajun, or Papa Sabretooth is gonna hafta come in there and wash your mouth out with soap," he heard Creed snicker on the other end of the radio.
"We got a problem here," Gambit said, "dis room is completely empty." He gazed all around him at the metal walls, all reflecting back the soft orange glow that his card gave off.
"Well, this mission was a screw-up then... abort, I repeat, abort," Sabretooth growled.
"Eh... I don' t'ink so, mon ami," Gambit said, switching his radio headset off. Remy LeBeau was a master thief, and he never failed in the jobs he was given... never. He leaped up and crawled back into the air duct, slithering along quickly but silently, following the schematics he had memorized, taking all the necessary turns to get to his destination. He smiled when he finally saw a few shafts of light coming out of a grate on the side of the air duct. He drew to a stop and glanced down, looking into a sparsely decorated office, a military officer in olive drab sitting behind an old wooden desk going over some paperwork. Gambit waited silently for what seemed like forever, although in reality, it was only about half an hour, until the officer finally stood up and walked out of his office. Remy quickly went to work, blowing the grate out and hopping down next to the desk. He moved to the filing cabinet and found, much to his pleasure, that it was unlocked. He quickly thumbed through the documents, finally getting to the "O"s. He heard voices coming down the hall toward the office that he was in. He grabbed a rather thick red folder labeled "Operation: Rebirth" and stuffed it in his trenchcoat. He grabbed his deck of cards out of his pocket and quickly found a Joker, his calling card, and left it on the desk of the officer. As he made his way to the opposite side of the office to escape he heard the doorknob begin to turn.
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Sabretooth, Colossus, and Pyro had been laying flat on the ground, watching for any signs of trouble in the military compound from about half a kilometer away in a wooded area. Pyro looked quite eager to get some action out of the whole experience, Colossus looked rather concerned about something, and Sabretooth just looked vexed, although that was quite common for him. The all jumped, slightly startled, when alarms began to sound from within the compound.
"Great, the Cajun got himself caught," Sabretooth snarled, "let's get back to the orbs."
"But what about Comrade LeBeau," Colossus asked as he watched Sabretooth begin to stalk back to the clearing where they had landed, "are we just going to abandon him?"
"The kid had a problem taking orders, and if you start questioning mine, you're going to have to answer for it, got it," Creed bared his fangs at Colossus and Pyro, prompting both of them to get up quickly and followed them. They went about four feet before the bumped into a familiar figure, standing directly in their path, wearing a trenchcoat and the grin of a schoolboy who just stole some candy without getting caught.
"Jou weren' gon' leave jou ol' pal Remy behin', now where jou, M'Sieur Tooth? Dat wouldn' be very polite at all." Sabretooth just growled and continued walking.
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Magneto flipped through the pages of the file Gambit had brought him, a hacking cough plaguing him every few moments. His battle with the two X-Men had surprisingly taken quite a toll on him. If only the "Angel" had been more willing to see things the way Magneto saw them, things would be so much simpler. The goals Erik Magnus Lensherr had set before himself were not for the weak of heart, apparently, and Gambit was certainly a mutant with quite a grasp on that.
"An excellent job," Magneto said, "I will retrieve the device myself. Sabretooth, you will come with me and the rest of you shall remain behind. I will return shortly, greatly rejuvenated by the power of the machine." And with those final parting words, he turned and left Colossus, Gambit, and Pyro to sit and wait for his return.
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To Be Continued
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