Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Remy got a rude awakening around noon because of the door to his room banging open and his father yelling, "DAMN IT, PUP!" and other various obscenities.
Fortunately, Remy's Aunt Mattie came with his father and intercepted any bodily harm that he would have been caused. For you see Remy's Aunt Mattie was a rather large, African American, southern woman. And if there is one thing you should never do in life, it is get between a Southern woman and her child. Remy's father had a brief lapse in memory and was slammed into a wall at a great enough velocity to temporarily stun him.
"Chil' der you are," said Aunt Mattie as she rushed into the room pulled the half dazed Remy into her arms and kissed him several times before she nearly choked the life out of him with a hug.
Before Remy had a chance to object to Aunt Mattie squeezing his already bruised ribcage, he found his head wedged between her two ample breasts.
When Aunt Mattie finally released him from her death grip she kissed him some more, "Nah, whah you go an' worry yo Aunt Mattie neah ta her death bed, chil'. Wat was you tinking, boy?!" she continued, "Where de sun' bich dat done dis ta you, Aunt Mattie gonn' kill 'im good."
"Dat's enough Mattie," said Jean-Luc (Remy's Dad) motioning for her to leave.
This was it Remy, could smell his mortality. He was going to die here, in New England, THE LAND OF NO SPICE!
Jean-Luc crossed the room, sat down beside Remy and put his head in his hands, not moving,
This was going to be the lecture of a lifetime, was the only thing running through Remy's head.
After a long silence Jean-Luc spoke, "Remy, wat were you tinkin'?"
"Daddy, Remy can explain."
"If you be in dat much dan'ger whah din' you call 'ome, boy?"
"Huh?" Remy cocked his head like a puppy, ok, now he was confused.
"De hell wid it com' 'ere, Pup," Jean-Luc took his son in his arms and hugged and kissed him, "You scare Jean-Luc half to death when he get de call from de Professor, dat you were almost beat'n t' death."
"But Remy's fine,"
"Dis time, Pup, but dere won' be a nex' time." said Jean-Luc, "Lani, com' 'ere an meet de Pup," said Jean-Luc.
"HOLY SHIT!" yelled Remy.
Logan and Hank, who had been in the medical lab pretending to watch a *M*A*S*H marathon came flying out of the lab and down to the recovery room.
"You alright, Kid?!" asked Logan as he came screeching to a halt in the doorway with claws fully extended.
"Dat's her, from de nightclub," Remy managed to blurt out.
There she was. She couldn't have been taller than 5' with a head full of long, thin, white dreadlocks and violet eyes that seemed to posses an iridescent glow.
"Jean-Luc, I believe I have already become aquvainted vith your son, Rhemy," said the woman with her thick, Slavic-like accent, "I met him in a nightclub a few months back and tried to tail him back to Magneto, alzo I failed.
"Why the hell did you poison him?" asked the Canadian gruffly.
"So, he vould be unaver of me tailing him, Volverine," she explained.
"How do you know my name?" questioned Wolverine.
"You vere not ze only vone in that enhancement lab, funny Uncle Victor does not speak much of you. Zoe I can't say I blame him, you are de black sheep of de family, de only vone who is not a professional assisn." said Lani as she gave Logan a death glare.
"Lani, is a member of de C.I.A, a secret division, de Automads. Dey are de hybrid version of regular C.I.A agents. Dere are only tree, de tree best assassins de world has ever known."
"Why are you here?" asked Hank.
"Vell, is not it ovious, to take Magneto out of ze picture. I have a bone to pick vith him over certain issues (i.e. the treatment of Wanda)."
"How will you do it? It's almost an impossible task." stated Hank.
"Do not be fooled by my appearance." said the girl, "I shall return in two days time."
They all heard a strange popping noise and saw she was holding a wooden switchblade in her right hand.
With that she left
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Remy got a rude awakening around noon because of the door to his room banging open and his father yelling, "DAMN IT, PUP!" and other various obscenities.
Fortunately, Remy's Aunt Mattie came with his father and intercepted any bodily harm that he would have been caused. For you see Remy's Aunt Mattie was a rather large, African American, southern woman. And if there is one thing you should never do in life, it is get between a Southern woman and her child. Remy's father had a brief lapse in memory and was slammed into a wall at a great enough velocity to temporarily stun him.
"Chil' der you are," said Aunt Mattie as she rushed into the room pulled the half dazed Remy into her arms and kissed him several times before she nearly choked the life out of him with a hug.
Before Remy had a chance to object to Aunt Mattie squeezing his already bruised ribcage, he found his head wedged between her two ample breasts.
When Aunt Mattie finally released him from her death grip she kissed him some more, "Nah, whah you go an' worry yo Aunt Mattie neah ta her death bed, chil'. Wat was you tinking, boy?!" she continued, "Where de sun' bich dat done dis ta you, Aunt Mattie gonn' kill 'im good."
"Dat's enough Mattie," said Jean-Luc (Remy's Dad) motioning for her to leave.
This was it Remy, could smell his mortality. He was going to die here, in New England, THE LAND OF NO SPICE!
Jean-Luc crossed the room, sat down beside Remy and put his head in his hands, not moving,
This was going to be the lecture of a lifetime, was the only thing running through Remy's head.
After a long silence Jean-Luc spoke, "Remy, wat were you tinkin'?"
"Daddy, Remy can explain."
"If you be in dat much dan'ger whah din' you call 'ome, boy?"
"Huh?" Remy cocked his head like a puppy, ok, now he was confused.
"De hell wid it com' 'ere, Pup," Jean-Luc took his son in his arms and hugged and kissed him, "You scare Jean-Luc half to death when he get de call from de Professor, dat you were almost beat'n t' death."
"But Remy's fine,"
"Dis time, Pup, but dere won' be a nex' time." said Jean-Luc, "Lani, com' 'ere an meet de Pup," said Jean-Luc.
"HOLY SHIT!" yelled Remy.
Logan and Hank, who had been in the medical lab pretending to watch a *M*A*S*H marathon came flying out of the lab and down to the recovery room.
"You alright, Kid?!" asked Logan as he came screeching to a halt in the doorway with claws fully extended.
"Dat's her, from de nightclub," Remy managed to blurt out.
There she was. She couldn't have been taller than 5' with a head full of long, thin, white dreadlocks and violet eyes that seemed to posses an iridescent glow.
"Jean-Luc, I believe I have already become aquvainted vith your son, Rhemy," said the woman with her thick, Slavic-like accent, "I met him in a nightclub a few months back and tried to tail him back to Magneto, alzo I failed.
"Why the hell did you poison him?" asked the Canadian gruffly.
"So, he vould be unaver of me tailing him, Volverine," she explained.
"How do you know my name?" questioned Wolverine.
"You vere not ze only vone in that enhancement lab, funny Uncle Victor does not speak much of you. Zoe I can't say I blame him, you are de black sheep of de family, de only vone who is not a professional assisn." said Lani as she gave Logan a death glare.
"Lani, is a member of de C.I.A, a secret division, de Automads. Dey are de hybrid version of regular C.I.A agents. Dere are only tree, de tree best assassins de world has ever known."
"Why are you here?" asked Hank.
"Vell, is not it ovious, to take Magneto out of ze picture. I have a bone to pick vith him over certain issues (i.e. the treatment of Wanda)."
"How will you do it? It's almost an impossible task." stated Hank.
"Do not be fooled by my appearance." said the girl, "I shall return in two days time."
They all heard a strange popping noise and saw she was holding a wooden switchblade in her right hand.
With that she left