Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Meanwhile, Victor had put Remy into a pick-up truck, which he had hot wired earlier and drove to the high school. He stopped the truck in Mystique's old parking space and went in search of a pay phone.
"Hang tight, kid," said Creed as he got out of the car.
Remy sat slumped over on the passenger side of the cab, "S-S-So cold."
That's when Victor noticed that blood had started to seep through Remy's trench coat, "It's gonna be ok, just stay conscious."
As soon as Victor found a pay phone he called his girlfriend of three months, "Stormy?"
"Victor?" asked a sleepy Storm, "You're calling me? On the phone?!"
"Babe, we don't have time for this right now . . ."
"Victor, it's two in the morning. We can have sexual relations later." said a weary Storm. She always knew he was any animal, but she had no idea how much of an animal!
"Hey, if you're board I brought a pick up," said Victor with a wicked tint in his voice.
Luckily for Remy, Victor did have one of those little voices (A.N.: And no I don't mean he's schizophrenic! People, can we not start this again?!), a conscience, which at that moment was screaming, "Remember the kid, DUMBASS? Well he's bleeding to DEATH! You can make a BOOTY CALL any night!"
"Victor, I'm hanging-up now," said Storm.
"No, wait!" yelled Victor.
"What?!" Storm was starting to grow impatient.
"It's Gambit, he bleeding to death. I need you to come pick him up."
Now Storm was awake, "WHERE ARE YOU?!" she yelled into the receiver.
"The high school"
"Hank and I will be there in 5 minutes!" she said as she slammed the phone into the receiver.
Approx. 4 minutes and 20 seconds later Hank and Storm came careening around one of the brick buildings in the Prof's Rolls and screeched to a halt about 30' from the pick-up.
"It's up to you now, kid," Victor said under his breath as he lifted Remy out of the pick-up and handed him to Hank.
As Hank rushed back to the Rolls with Remy, Victor gave Storm a weird look.
"What?" asked Storm.
"You took the Rolls?" asked Victor trying not to laugh.
"I know it's not the most inconspicuous vehicle we have, but it was the only car that had a clear shot out of the garage," Storm explained.
"Storm, I need you to drive, while I assess the damage!" yelled Hank from the Rolls.
"Sure it was," said Victor laughing as he got back in the pick-up and drove away.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Meanwhile, Victor had put Remy into a pick-up truck, which he had hot wired earlier and drove to the high school. He stopped the truck in Mystique's old parking space and went in search of a pay phone.
"Hang tight, kid," said Creed as he got out of the car.
Remy sat slumped over on the passenger side of the cab, "S-S-So cold."
That's when Victor noticed that blood had started to seep through Remy's trench coat, "It's gonna be ok, just stay conscious."
As soon as Victor found a pay phone he called his girlfriend of three months, "Stormy?"
"Victor?" asked a sleepy Storm, "You're calling me? On the phone?!"
"Babe, we don't have time for this right now . . ."
"Victor, it's two in the morning. We can have sexual relations later." said a weary Storm. She always knew he was any animal, but she had no idea how much of an animal!
"Hey, if you're board I brought a pick up," said Victor with a wicked tint in his voice.
Luckily for Remy, Victor did have one of those little voices (A.N.: And no I don't mean he's schizophrenic! People, can we not start this again?!), a conscience, which at that moment was screaming, "Remember the kid, DUMBASS? Well he's bleeding to DEATH! You can make a BOOTY CALL any night!"
"Victor, I'm hanging-up now," said Storm.
"No, wait!" yelled Victor.
"What?!" Storm was starting to grow impatient.
"It's Gambit, he bleeding to death. I need you to come pick him up."
Now Storm was awake, "WHERE ARE YOU?!" she yelled into the receiver.
"The high school"
"Hank and I will be there in 5 minutes!" she said as she slammed the phone into the receiver.
Approx. 4 minutes and 20 seconds later Hank and Storm came careening around one of the brick buildings in the Prof's Rolls and screeched to a halt about 30' from the pick-up.
"It's up to you now, kid," Victor said under his breath as he lifted Remy out of the pick-up and handed him to Hank.
As Hank rushed back to the Rolls with Remy, Victor gave Storm a weird look.
"What?" asked Storm.
"You took the Rolls?" asked Victor trying not to laugh.
"I know it's not the most inconspicuous vehicle we have, but it was the only car that had a clear shot out of the garage," Storm explained.
"Storm, I need you to drive, while I assess the damage!" yelled Hank from the Rolls.
"Sure it was," said Victor laughing as he got back in the pick-up and drove away.