Chapter 3
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Once Rogue and Kitty heard Logan's bike take off out of the driveway, Rogue turned on the headlights to Scott's car and pulled out into the road before the gates to the mansion closed. They drove all the way into the city to an exclusive café, Le Gamine, Mischief (I don't know that many French words).
Rogue pulled into the parking lot and parked to let Kitty off.
"Like thanks, Rogue," said Kitty as she went to get out of the car.
"Wait, Kitty, you have your cell phone and my cell number, right?"
"Yes, for like the millionth time!" said Kitty as she got out of the red convertible and slammed the door.
Once Rogue saw Kitty go into the restaurant she did a quick check before she pulled out and who did her wandering eyes fall upon, but . . .
"Swamp Rat?" she said under her breath.
He was walking into a nightclub,
"Sub-Zero?!" gasped Rogue.
That was it. Rogue put up the top, locked the car and headed over to the club. She tipped the bouncer a twenty to get on the list and followed Remy up at a distance. She took a seat in the far corner ordered a sex on the beach.
After a half-hour of just watching him sit there Rogue finally got fed up, walked over to his table and sat down across from him.
"Well, if dis isn't a pleasant surprise, evenin' Chère," said Remy over his glass of chardonnay.
"What, er you doin' here, Swamp Rat?" interrogated Rogue.
"Remy, might ask Chère de same question."
"Ah thought this place is the reason Wanda an' Kitty had ta save yer sorry hide."
"Mebe, mebe non. Why it matter to you?"
"Ah, don't know," said Rogue looking down into her glass, "Ah would just think you would want to avoid this place after . . ."
"Mind if I smoke?"
"No"
As Remy pulled out a cigarette, a silver lighter seemed to come out no where with a white flame. Rogue and Remy followed the arm up to find a white-haired, amethyst eyed woman dressed like a waitress looking down at them.
"Merde!" yelled Remy dropping his cigarette.
Rogue knew exactly who the woman was without a doubt.
"Who vere you expecting? Smokey ze bear?" asked the woman.
"YOU!" shouted Gambit as he leapt to his feet.
"Not so fast, ya?" asked the woman as she produced a pair of handcuffs, "I know you arre qvick, but arre you resourceful? Catch me . . . If you can . . ."
Before Remy and Rogue knew what happened they found themselves handcuffed together. Remy charged a glass and threw it towards the woman, but to no avail.
"C'mon, Chère!" yelled Gambit as he dragged Rogue toward the exit and after the woman.
The next thing Rogue and Remy saw was the white-haired woman pulled out into the street on white motorcycle.
"Damn! She be getting' away" said Gambit as he dragged Rogue to his motorcycle.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Rogue, "Hell will freeze over before Ah go on some wild goose chase in the middle of the night in New York City!"
"Den consider de Devil be puttin' on his skis," said Remy as he pulled Rogue on to the bike, in front of him and sped off after his mystery woman.
They pursued her for 3 hours. It was about 10 when all three bikers crossed the Canadian boarder. It was getting darker and colder as Remy and Rogue drove further into what seemed to be the wilderness of Canada.
Long about 10:30 when they had almost lost sight of the white haired woman, they were pulled over by none other than the Canadian Mounties.
"Now what, Swamp Rat?!" asked a rather peeved Rogue.
"Run!" ordered Remy.
It was the perfect plan and the forest would have given them the perfect cover, but there was one problem. They ran in opposite directions causing them to fall flat on their asses because of the handcuffs.
The two Mounties smirked at each other.
As Rogue and Remy got to their feet and dusted themselves off Rogue took the opportunity to place some blame, "Ah hope you realize this is entirely your fault, Swamp Rat! And if anyone asks I was kidnapped."
"Chère, you could've hit de brake anytime!" Gambit pointed out.
"That's beyond the point!" snapped Rogue.
"Gambit, don' see how!"
"That'll be enough now, eh?" said one of the Mounties at long last.
Gambit and Rogue turned to face the two highly decorated Mounties.
"Do you know how fast you were goin'?" asked the other Mounty.
Gambit and Rogue looked at each other.
"Try 180 kilometers in a 100 kilo zone," the first Mounty answered the question, "State yer business in Canada."
After Rogue and Remy retold the events that took place earlier that evening they were promptly given breathalyzer tests. And we all know that they failed miserably because of their ronde vu at Sub-Zero.
"We have to take them into custody," the first Mounty said to the other.
This was shaping up to bad night.
"Or," Remy chimed in, "we could jus' call for de cab and forget dis whole ting eve' happened."
"Get in," said the second Mounty opening the back door of the cruiser.
Rogue and Remy complied knowing better than to use their powers, lest they get into even more trouble.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Once Rogue and Kitty heard Logan's bike take off out of the driveway, Rogue turned on the headlights to Scott's car and pulled out into the road before the gates to the mansion closed. They drove all the way into the city to an exclusive café, Le Gamine, Mischief (I don't know that many French words).
Rogue pulled into the parking lot and parked to let Kitty off.
"Like thanks, Rogue," said Kitty as she went to get out of the car.
"Wait, Kitty, you have your cell phone and my cell number, right?"
"Yes, for like the millionth time!" said Kitty as she got out of the red convertible and slammed the door.
Once Rogue saw Kitty go into the restaurant she did a quick check before she pulled out and who did her wandering eyes fall upon, but . . .
"Swamp Rat?" she said under her breath.
He was walking into a nightclub,
"Sub-Zero?!" gasped Rogue.
That was it. Rogue put up the top, locked the car and headed over to the club. She tipped the bouncer a twenty to get on the list and followed Remy up at a distance. She took a seat in the far corner ordered a sex on the beach.
After a half-hour of just watching him sit there Rogue finally got fed up, walked over to his table and sat down across from him.
"Well, if dis isn't a pleasant surprise, evenin' Chère," said Remy over his glass of chardonnay.
"What, er you doin' here, Swamp Rat?" interrogated Rogue.
"Remy, might ask Chère de same question."
"Ah thought this place is the reason Wanda an' Kitty had ta save yer sorry hide."
"Mebe, mebe non. Why it matter to you?"
"Ah, don't know," said Rogue looking down into her glass, "Ah would just think you would want to avoid this place after . . ."
"Mind if I smoke?"
"No"
As Remy pulled out a cigarette, a silver lighter seemed to come out no where with a white flame. Rogue and Remy followed the arm up to find a white-haired, amethyst eyed woman dressed like a waitress looking down at them.
"Merde!" yelled Remy dropping his cigarette.
Rogue knew exactly who the woman was without a doubt.
"Who vere you expecting? Smokey ze bear?" asked the woman.
"YOU!" shouted Gambit as he leapt to his feet.
"Not so fast, ya?" asked the woman as she produced a pair of handcuffs, "I know you arre qvick, but arre you resourceful? Catch me . . . If you can . . ."
Before Remy and Rogue knew what happened they found themselves handcuffed together. Remy charged a glass and threw it towards the woman, but to no avail.
"C'mon, Chère!" yelled Gambit as he dragged Rogue toward the exit and after the woman.
The next thing Rogue and Remy saw was the white-haired woman pulled out into the street on white motorcycle.
"Damn! She be getting' away" said Gambit as he dragged Rogue to his motorcycle.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Rogue, "Hell will freeze over before Ah go on some wild goose chase in the middle of the night in New York City!"
"Den consider de Devil be puttin' on his skis," said Remy as he pulled Rogue on to the bike, in front of him and sped off after his mystery woman.
They pursued her for 3 hours. It was about 10 when all three bikers crossed the Canadian boarder. It was getting darker and colder as Remy and Rogue drove further into what seemed to be the wilderness of Canada.
Long about 10:30 when they had almost lost sight of the white haired woman, they were pulled over by none other than the Canadian Mounties.
"Now what, Swamp Rat?!" asked a rather peeved Rogue.
"Run!" ordered Remy.
It was the perfect plan and the forest would have given them the perfect cover, but there was one problem. They ran in opposite directions causing them to fall flat on their asses because of the handcuffs.
The two Mounties smirked at each other.
As Rogue and Remy got to their feet and dusted themselves off Rogue took the opportunity to place some blame, "Ah hope you realize this is entirely your fault, Swamp Rat! And if anyone asks I was kidnapped."
"Chère, you could've hit de brake anytime!" Gambit pointed out.
"That's beyond the point!" snapped Rogue.
"Gambit, don' see how!"
"That'll be enough now, eh?" said one of the Mounties at long last.
Gambit and Rogue turned to face the two highly decorated Mounties.
"Do you know how fast you were goin'?" asked the other Mounty.
Gambit and Rogue looked at each other.
"Try 180 kilometers in a 100 kilo zone," the first Mounty answered the question, "State yer business in Canada."
After Rogue and Remy retold the events that took place earlier that evening they were promptly given breathalyzer tests. And we all know that they failed miserably because of their ronde vu at Sub-Zero.
"We have to take them into custody," the first Mounty said to the other.
This was shaping up to bad night.
"Or," Remy chimed in, "we could jus' call for de cab and forget dis whole ting eve' happened."
"Get in," said the second Mounty opening the back door of the cruiser.
Rogue and Remy complied knowing better than to use their powers, lest they get into even more trouble.
