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Isolda: Thanks and I agree about Remy being a good father. I do have future plans for the rugrat, but that's distant future. I'm hoping people will still be reading the series at that point :)
girlonthem00n Thanks!
Shinigami-chan That would be telling :), but most every question has an answer by the end of this story.
Disclaimer: Characters and Premise are borrowed from the Marvel, I'm not making any money.
Part 6
The five teens slipped out of the cargo hold of the plane and quickly mixed into the south of the boarder airport's scarce population.
"Ah, parcel class, de only way to fly," Singer muttered sarcastically flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder.
"Fedex style be de fastest way to get from dere to here," Lapin said defensively. "Also de cheapest an' since out pa'ents wouldn' 'pprove of dis an' since your guild makes a policy of 'bandonin' your people dere ain't no one to spring for dis petite field trip."
"Yo're a T'ief money shouldn' be an issue," Singer complained, her tone indicating it wouldn't have been a consideration if Lapin were a better thief.
"Not N'awleans," Lapin replied rolling his eyes at her ignorance. "Dey'd have know we be up to somet'ing 'fore we hit de airport. An' Belle's daddy said he can't openly back us, de coward.."
"We be here for a reason," Remy stated. "No fightin'."
Singer stopped her mouth open ready to defend her Guild; a quick look at the dangerous sparkle in Remy's demon eyes changed her mind.
"Gettin' Belle back safe is all dat mattahs," Delores said quietly.
"Remind me why we came 'gain?" Pierre whispered to Lapin.
" 'Cause Belle's our ami," Lapin whispered back.
"Not really," Pierre replied. "We spent mos' of our lives more dan half afeared of dat crazy femme."
"Oui, mais t'ings change," Lapin shrugged. "She be Remy's wife an' de bes' friend of our girlfriends."
"Oh, right," Pierre sighed. "Why we be datin' assassins 'gain?"
" 'Lores ain't an Assassin," Lapin hissed. "As for yo' an' Singer, do yo' know any femme prettier dan her dat would give yo' de time of day?"
"She do a whole lot more dan dat," Pierre smirked. "A'right, a'right I know why we doin' dis. 'Sides 'm a little worried 'bout Remy. Yo' t'ink he been a bit tight strung lately?"
"As a bow an' twice as likely to snap," Lapin confirmed.
"Is dis de place?" Delores asked Remy.
"Non, we got one more hop. Dey don' have a commercial airline flyin' dere," Remy said.
"So how we doin' dis one?" Singer asked.
"Dey have a little runway," Remy said. "For crop-dusters."
"Non!" Pierre protested. "We ain't stealin' 'nother plane."
"Dis one won' be military," Lapin said with a shrug.
"Remy, yo' learn how to land since de las' time?" Pierre asked skeptically.
"We be stealin' de pilot too," Remy said.
Singer's hand brushed past a hidden knife hilt, a predatory smile crossed her lips. "Dis could be fun," she said.
Remy frowned. "Non, not like dat. I got a bettah way. Homme once tol' me I could make a body look forward to a torturous deat', I t'ink I can get a pilot to take a few passengers on a petite unscheduled hop."
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Belle stood between two towering guards, her wrists handcuffed to theirs, several more guards standing by as they waited for the at the helicopter pad.
She would have laughed at the respect she was inspiring, but all their caution was making it damned hard for her to escape. When the helicopter arrived Belle was loaded into it without incident.
The glances she stole out of the window as they flew showed city giving way to towns giving way to isolated building and finally nothing, rocky, wooded hills, rutted tracks that passed for roads, not even many of those and her almost four months pregnant. Escape was only going to get harder from here on out.
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Less than an hour passed before the quintet found a suitable plane and pilot.
Remy walked up to the unsuspecting man reaching out to him with the raw power of his empathy before he even opened his mouth. "M'sieur, yo' goin' to take to take us on a trip, neh?" he asked.
Disbelief, annoyance and a touch of fear bubbled up in the man as he prepared to refuse. Ruthlessly Remy forced the emotions accompanying the man's natural reaction to the side. He scanned the man's mind for the smallest glow of accommodation, drug that emotion from it's deep recess and fanned it into a blazing bonfire that consumed the man's soul.
"It'll take me a few minutes to lay in a flight plan," the pilot said. "By the way where did you want to go?"
A hard satisfied smile crossed Remy's face as he and his new servant set to planning the next leg of his journey.
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Jean-Luc fixed Marius with an angry glare as the other man joined him for their regular meeting to maintain the fledgling alliance between their Guilds. "Yo' tol' Remy de location of Belle's hit," he accused.
"Your boy's a hard person to resist when he sets his mind on somet'ing," Marius said with a shrug.
"Yo' didn' want to resist," Jean-Luc said.
"Don' play self-righteous wit' me," Marius replied with a trace of irritation in his voice. "If it had of been your chile yo'd've done de same."
"If it had of been one of m' family I would have gone after dem m'self," Jean-Luc said coldly.
"Your people's laws 'llow dat," Marius said. "Count yourself lucky."
"S' change de fuckin' law!" Jean-Luc growled. "Don' send a group of children to circumvent it for yo'!"
"I didn' 'xpect him to take de others," Marius said. "T'ought he'd white knight it. I knew YOUR nephew wouldn' 'llow anyone to stop him from savin' his family. He would have learned what he needed wit' or wit'out m' help."
"Yo' should have gone wit' Remy," Jean-Luc replied angrily.
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As Remy disembarked from the little plane the pilot ran after him. He clutched at Remy's arm desperately. "What else can I do for you?" he begged.
Remy shook the man off, annoyed. "Rien, yo' done. Go home."
"No please. I can't... I need..." the pilot stammered clinging to Remy yet again, eyes wild, nearly incoherent.
Remy used his powers to reach into the man's mind again intending to return the pilot to the way he'd been before and found the fire he'd set in the man's emotions had fused shut the locks he'd placed on the less helpful spectrum of the pilot's feelings. They were gone, shut away beyond Remy's ability to retrieve them. Feeling sickened by what he'd done. Remy repeated more quietly, "Go home, M'sieur. Go back to your life."
Shattered the man released Remy's arm and turned to walk back to his plane.
As the five friends walked away they heard the plane engines sputter to a start behind them. A few minutes after they reached the road they saw the explosion as the pilot sent his plane into a nosedive that left it and him smeared across a near by hill side.
Remy doubled over on the side of the road, vomiting until a blood vessel broke in his throat and he began choking up blood. In his mind he could feel the man's death, feel his utter despair at being denied the only wish Remy had left him.
As Remy's thoughts spiraled down into unconsciousness he couldn't help but picture how disappointed and upset Scott would have been by his actions.
Lapin caught Remy as his body went limp, keeping him from crashing face first into the grave lining the road.
"Bring him over dere," Delores instructed pointing to a patch of sand shaded by a spindly dessert tree.
Lapin carefully set his cousin's body down then stepped back to give his girlfriend room to practice her trade. Delores muttered to herself as she checked Remy's pulse, temperature, eyes and respiration. "He's in shock," she diagnosed turning to dig through her knapsack. "Gotta potion of Tante's dat'll help. While I mix it up yo' get his feet up higher dan his head an' keep him warm."
Lapin nodded moving to do as she said while Singer and Pierre both offered their jackets.
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Belle groaned, electro-shock headaches were worse than hang-overs she'd decided and she was becoming much too familiar with them.
Belle's nose wrinkled with distaste as she realized she was still covered in dried blood. More disappointing yet she was pretty sure the guard would survive. A compound fracture, even one where the bone tore through the skin and maybe an artery given the amount of blood, wouldn't kill a person fast enough when she was trapped in the med-lab from hell.
Belle strolled over to the sink and started washing the blood away, "Nex' time would go bettah," she promised herself.
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When Remy hadn't woken up on his own after being treated for shock Delores had Lapin and Pierre carry him the rest of the way while Singer had gone ahead to find a safe place for them to take shelter. Once the rest of the group reached the abandoned building Singer had found for them there was little Lapin, Singer or Pierre could do to help Delores with Remy.
The two Thieves settled in to wait for the results of Delores' examination while Singer paced restlessly about the room where they'd set up camp. Time passed, Pierre slipped out to acquire food for their dinner.
Shortly after he returned Delores joined the others, her expression dejected. "I don' know why Remy don' wake up, I've done everyt'in' I know for shock... I don' even know why he went into shock in de firs' place!" she cried.
" 'S okay," Lapin said squeezing her shoulders reassuringly. "I know yo'll figure out a way to fix him up."
The sun set and the little group of friends settled in for the night.
The next morning Singer listened as Delores told them Remy's condition was unchanged. Then the other girl turned her attention back to her patient while the two boys settled in for another day of waiting.
After several minutes of pacing Singer came to a halt, hands on her hips glaring down at the two boys. "Why are we jus' sittin' here?" she demanded. "Belle's still out dere, dat's why we came."
"Mais Remy's hurt, dat weren' part of de plan," Lapin pointed out.
"How'd yo' managed to tie your own shoelaces 'fore Remy came?" Singer snapped.
"In case yo' forgot, we were countin' on Remy's powers makin' people friendly to us," Lapin argued. "How are we s'pposed to do dat wit'out him, we ain't got dat sort of power."
Singer smiled looking like a fine porcelain doll, pale flawless skin, dark raven hair and cold, cold blue eyes totally devoid of mercy. "Jus' leave dat to me boys," she said. "I got m' own ways of makin' people do what I want."
Pierre and Lapin exchanged an uncertain glance but rose to follow her out of the room.
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