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Jubilee & The Undercover Sabretooth
Chapter 4
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"And here we are," said Jubilee as she pulled into the circular driveway. Before them stood a two-story mansion. It wasn't as large as Xavier's mansion, but still it was pretty impressive.
"Great and it only took you getting lost two times before finding it," muttered Victor from the back of the limousine. He was now dressed in a white suit. The kind that cost at least five hundred dollars.
"Hey I'm not familiar with this area ok. And I don't see how you can complain. You have a lifetime supply of scotch and a tv back there," said Jubilee. She brushed away a strand of her now violet hair. She was now letting her hair grow long instead of short.
"True, you know I think maybe this whole being my double won't be so bad after all. He sure knew how to live the good life," said Victor before taking another swing from a scotch bottle.
Once the car came to a stop Jubilee quickly stepped out. She turned to Victor who had rolled down his window and was still in the limousine.
"Well?" asked Jubilee impatiently.
"I believe its the assistant's job to open my door," said Victor with a grin. Jubilee took a deep breath and counted back from ten. Then walked over and opened the door while fighting the urge to burn all his body hair off with pafs. Victor stepped out of the limousine and stretched. Then gave Jubilee a pat on the back.
"Thanks Jewel, now how about getting the luggage from the trunk while I check out our new mansion," said Victor. Ok that did it.
"I am no-"
"Nuh uh, remember what Nick said," said Victor as he wagged a finger. Jubilee swallowed as she remembered the words Nick said.
You have to act as Victor's assistant even when not in the presence of anyone. A good spy doesn't play his role only when there are others around, but also offstage so to speak to get used to her role's habits.
And Jubilee knew that what he had said was true. She had majored in acting after all. She needed to stay in character as often as possible.
"Of course Mr. Creed," said Jubilee as she gave her fakest smile. It was that smile that the lady at Walmart gave you before saying thank you for shopping there.
Then she turned and opened the trunk. She swallowed as she looked at the three briefcases. Each one was almost larger than her and had to weigh several pounds. Damn you Victor…
Victor couldn't keep his grin off his face as he heard Jubilee struggle and grunt. He was liking the girl more and more everyday. Yes she was a pain in the ass sometimes, but she had spunk too. Blink would like her. And maybe they'll meet once those SHIELD guys found her. If they found her.
Victor tried to shake away those doubts and then went to the front door of the mansion. The SHIELD guys had found no bugs or cameras in the place. There was also no alarm system and this didn't really surprise Victor. If his double were like him, he'd depend on his own heightened senses for detecting intruders. Victor pulled out a key and unlocked the door. When he opened it he found himself quite an impressive sight. White marble floors with intricate patterns. Elegant staircases that went up to the second floor. Statues of naked women in graceful positions. And even a chandelier that hug from the ceiling.
Yep Sabretooth knew how to live the good life all right. And all it required was for him to do what he did best, commit the most gruesome kinds of murder you can think of. Damn he wished Clarice were here. She was the one who reminded him that he wasn't like that. Reminded him that he was better than an animal.
"Get over there you damn son of a…"
Victor turned to see Jubilee dragging one of the briefcases towards the front door. All the while cursing and muttering. Well that was enough torturing her for now, there was always tomorrow. Victor walked over and easily lifted the briefcase over his massive shoulder. Of course Jubilee didn't give him a thank you. Instead it was a glare silently asking why he didn't do that before. Yep the girl definitely had spunk.
"Lets go see our rooms," said Victor. Jubilee's glare quickly turned into an eager smile as she ran inside the mansion. She had at least a dozen bedrooms to choose as hers. Of course being the owner, Victor would get the best. He went over to the limo and grabbed the other two briefcases as well. Then he walked in and looked for his own room.
"I cannot believe this place! There's a pool, paintings, art, and all sorts of stuff. And there is a huge tv in the living room!"
After placing claim onto her room Jubilee had come to Victor's room to talk about all the 'awesome things' that she liked about the place. Oh lucky him. Didn't the girl ever need to take a moment to breath?
"Hey wait a minute? Am I going to have to keep this place clean? Because there's no way one little assistant like me can do that. Besides I don't do windows," said Jubilee as she crossed her arms.
"Relax Nick hired maids to come every week to clean up the place for us," said Victor. Jubilee appeared extremely relieved. Victor was actually thankful for this too. The girl's room back at SHIELD headquarters was a disaster. It looked like someone had bombed her laundry basket. This wasn't someone you wanted to trust with keeping a place clean.
"So what do you want to do?" asked Jubilee as she sat herself into a chair.
"Eat, I'm hungry. Go cook me up something," said Victor as he patted his belly. Once again he got the glare.
"Some sort of meat I'd say. Don't cook it too much."
Her eyebrows narrowed.
"And I'll have a beer too."
If Jubilee had the power to kill with her eyes, he'd be incinerated right about now.
"Or we can go to the Italian place we passed by on the way here," said Victor. Jubilee's stare of death instantly disappeared.
"Great! Just give me a minute to get ready," said Jubilee with a grin before exiting the room. That girl could sure suffer quick mood swings. Wasn't he the one who was supposed to be mentally imbalanced?
After making sure she was still as hot and sexy as ever Jubilee met Victor at the limo. She just couldn't stop smiling. She was going to live the luxury life and who knows how long it would be before anyone tried to hire Victor. It could be months before they were contacted and that would give her plenty of time to work on her tan.
"Uh hum," said Victor as he gestured to the door. Jubilee rolled her eyes and opened it for him, the sick bastard.
"To the restaurant Jewel," said Victor as he waved his hand. Ok it was time to get this guy off his pedestal.
"You might want to buckle up Mr. Creed," said Jubilee with her fake smile. She buckled her own seat belt, but of course Victor totally ignored her request. Well it was going to be his funeral.
Vvvvrrrooommmm!
The tires made a high squeaking noise as she slammed her foot onto the acceleration. They jumped from zero to fifty miles an hour in only two seconds. Jubilee quickly turned the wheel to get onto the street while barely slowing down. Horns honked as she cut in front of a guy. Victor didn't even have a chance to shout before his whole body was thrown against the right door.
"Jubes!"
"Sorry, no Jubes here. Just Jewel, your driver sir," said Jubilee in a chirpy voice before making another sharp turn.
"Stop the fu-"
Crack!
Ooohhh it had to hurt to slam into those scotch bottles. Victor clawed into the cushion trying to steady himself.
"Stop the car!" roared Victor.
"Ok," said Jubilee simply before slamming onto the brakes. Victor went flying forward, right into the tv.
Zzzzzzaaappp!
Sparks flew into the air as the tv screen broke. One of these sparks was lucky enough to land onto Victor's shoulder that was covered with scotch. Flames instantly erupted as the scotch caught on fire.
"Damn it," growled Victor as he dived out of the limo. He quickly ripped off his coat and tried to stomp out the flames.
"Uh oh," muttered Jubilee. She slowly stepped out of the car, watching Victor as he finally got the flames out on his very expensive coat. Maybe she over did it this time. Victor slowly raised his head and gave her a glare that made her feel like prey.
"Jewel you were going a bit fast weren't ya?" asked Victor in a low, scary voice that made Jubilee shiver.
"Well um… I got us there," said Jubilee sheepishly as she stuck her thumb behind her. True to her word, they were at the restaurant's parking lot. Victor's only response was to take slow, menacing steps towards her.
"YouknowIcanseeyouneedaminute. I'llgogetusseats," said Jubilee using her great talent for speaking sentences in only a second. Then she quickly began running for the restaurant, while praying that he wasn't going to chase her. If he did than this would definitely be one of those emergencies that required mutant powers.
Victor wanted to chase her. Oh what an urge he had to chase her. And do something painful to her. But he couldn't go and do that. Instead he tried to think of Blink. Blink always made him feel calm. Yes think of Blink.
Not about being bounced around inside a car like a pinball…
Not about being set on fire…
Not about that annoying Jubilee who was driving him nuts…
"At this rate I really will turn into psycho killer," muttered Victor. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his temper. Than he turned towards the restaurant and entered.
"Over here Mr. Creed!"
Jubilee had a seat for them at the far corner. She appeared a lot less fearful. Probably thought that he wouldn't kill her with so many witnesses. Victor silently took a seat and grabbed his menu.
They ordered their dinners and ate quietly. It seemed even Jubilee knew now wasn't the time to annoy him with talking. She just ate while giving him a smile on occasion. Admittedly the sausages he ordered uncooked helped get rid of those urges to choke the life out of her. Nothing like a full stomach to help you feel better.
They drove back and Jubilee still kept her mouth shut while driving them home. And this time she didn't go at speeds that nearly killed him. When they reached the driveway, she even opened the car door for him without being asked.
"Excuse me Mr. Creed."
The two of them turned surprised. There standing at their front door was man in a dark suit wearing shades.
"Its good to see you in the states again Mr. Creed. I have been sent here to give you a job from the Kingpin," said the man as he removed his shades. And the day just kept getting better and better.
