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The Following story is a collaborated effort of Rogue Raider and Ze'elle Aych. Also we highly recommend checking out our seperate works. Thanks and Enjoy.
All in a Night's Work Chap 1: A Hit that Hits back
Jackie Estacado. In short the name says it all, adoptive son of Uncle Frankie who just happens to be the head of the Italian Mafia in New York City. Jackie had it easy his whole life; fast cars, women, money and a job as one of Uncle frankie's top Hitmen. But then it all went to shit on his twenty first birthday. On that day he got saddled with both a blessing and a curse, The Darkness; which gave him the ability to create anything his mind can come up with, but only at night or in the safety of shadows. The down side to this powerful Entity is the fact he can never again have sex. To make a long story short, if he does he dies.
Since that day Jackie's life has changed incredibly, and he has become pretty much the top hitman in New York, but if you want him to do a job you got to ask Uncle Frankie first. Today however he was on business as Frankie called it for the man himself. Someone had borrowed money from him, a large amount and did not return it. The red Lambrogini raced down the highway of New York City towards a smaller area known as Salem Center, neslted within Westchester county. There lies Breakstone lake and before Breakstone lake Xavier's School for the Gifted owned by a Charles Francis Xavier.
Jackie knew by Gifted it meant mutants, he had encountered a few over the years in his line of work, but probly never one quite like the guy he was after today," Remy LeBeau." His steel blue gaze looked over the file as he drove the sports car with one hand," Sounds french." A smirk slowly crept across his lips as he reached the gates and pulled to a stop," Hm. It seems I wasn't expected." Placing both hands on the wheel again, the Italian Hitman swerved it over next to the red brick wall and settled it in park," Wonder if anyone's at home."
Checking the inside of his white suit jacket noting his .50 Platinum DE was in place aswell as extra clips, Jackie reached up grabbing a low branch from a tree that was growing within the grounds, usng it to vault him onto the brickwall before jumping down into a crouched position. Remaining still he assested the area before standing," Remember Jackie, this place has more security than frickin' Fort Knox." His deep voice whispered in reminder to himself as he approached the door, slipping on a pair of designer shades then knocking on one of the large wooden doors before lighting a cig and resting his hands in his pockets, waiting.
The place is Westchester County, upstate New York. One Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Within the hallowed halls, it is a home, a school, and a training facility to those with gifts beyond that of normal man. Those that reside under this single roof, for the most part, call each other family and friend, with a few exceptions. One part time exception, is the auburn haired man that is stepping out of the shower in his room. His name, is Remy LeBeau, never, ever call him Remmington. He is a mutant, a thief, and quite the charming cajun. Two out of three of those he got at birth, the third, he got at puberty. His mutant ability, is to change the potential energy in objects, charging them, with kinetic energy, thus making them rather explosive.
After quickly donning his usual attire, black body armor, knee-high boots, gloves with two fingers missing each, and his brown trench coat, he feels ready for an exciting late-afternoon of saving the innocent. Things had been quiet as of late, and quiet meant boredom. So Gambit, as he is called, has been making nightly visits out to the city. He tucked not one, not two, but four packs of Bicycle playing cards into his various pockets, smiling lightly. "Gotta love a two fer one sale, non?" He picked up a small titanium cylinder, and simply made it disappear. He turned and looked out his window, it was still daylight out, and by the time he got to NYC, it would be dark. He turned and exited his room, closing the door behind him.
He kept quiet as he strolled down the stairs, past the foyer, and into the kitchen. He grabbed an apple out of the basket on the counter, flipped through the mail on the table, and then heard a knock at the front door. He took a bite from the apple, and moved out, taking his sweet time, to answer the door. He reached the door, and swallowed the end of that bite he'd taken, and opened the door. He arched a single eyebrow, looking over the fancy dressed man in the doorway. "Armani, mes ami? Nice, but we not buyin. Try downtown." Without much else bieng said, he pushed past the man and shut the door behind him.
The tall Italian leaned against one of the colonial posts on the porch area of the Mansion, his blue stare drifting about the place, becoming somewhat familar with his surroundings as it were. Casually a strong hand removed the cig from his lips as he exhaled smoke into the air and checked his watch," An hour." taking another drag from the cig he dropped it to the ground just as the door openned and low and behold the target himself steps out," Ah, cajun or better known as the other french rejects." Jackie grinned dangerously snuffing the cig out with the heel of his shoe.
" I'm not selling, but rather I'm collecting." Rude man, Jackie quickly observed of this Remy LeBeau. As he pushed passed him, Jackie quickly pulled the shiny weapon from under his coat and placed the barrel in aim at the back of Gambit's head," You forgot to pay back the piper Monsiuer Lebeau." A click sounded in the air, " You got two options here; Option one you give me the money here and now, Option two," Jackie gave a dramatic pause, his grin becoming almost vicious," I take your bloody bullet riddled corpse back to Uncle Frankie on a silver platter. The choice," Suddenly a shot rang off in the air, a bullet whizzing passed Gambit's head," is yours." Warned the Italian Mobster.
Gambit blinked, who did this guy think he was? he obviously had no idea what he was about to get into. "Gambit t'inks you got t'ings all wrong, ami. De phrase goes "Pay de Piper" not "Pay back de Piper." Jus so ya, Gambit never take what he can't return." The wiley cajun stuffed his hands into his pockets and shook his head as the bullet whizzed past. "Shouldn'ta done dat, mon ami." Gambit turned, and the card he had been charging in his pocket was out and whizzing through the air directly at the pricey suit's chest area. Unlike the hitman, Gambit didn't hold back, especially after bieng attacked in a place he called home. Gambit was already moving to his left, the bo staff apearing in his hand and extending to it's full length.
"Now den, what say you take da head on those pricey shoulder pads, and walk outta 'ere, b'fore Gambit gets serious, an remove it?" The cajun was ever moving, keeping his eyes on the man near the door. There were children here, and he had to keep the man facing away from the house, should he decide to fire again. If he could, he'd get the man off the grounds completely. He didn't want anyone else involved in his affairs, and someone was bound to have been alerted by the gunshot. "Gambit got a better idea, ami. You want him, come and get him." In a flourish of trench coat, the cajun was moving, and quickly toward the gate.
He kept the gun aimed not sure what the Cajun was going to do ' being an X- Man, I'm sure he'll counter attack me.' Jackie thought to himself, he had to be ready for anything and everything. His steel gaze remained locked on his Hit," I haven't got all day LeBeau. Make your decision or I'll make it for you and you won't like my choice that I can assure you." The smirk remained transfixed on the Italian's chisled features, he enjoyed his job far too well probly for his own good," No. I got it right." His finger tightened on the trigger, at his comment Jackie grinned," And I thought I had an ego." This guy was deffinitely going to get on the Hitman's nerves.
" Cute." Quickly the tall man ducked as the card whizzed over his black tressed head, barely missing him," Never had a hit that hits back." Scratching his chin a moment the smug man waltzed forward and down the stairs," But I do so like a good challenge." Jackie laughed," You? Remove my head? Hell Frenchie, I'd pay to see that." Idly the Mobster twirled the gun in his head," But see, I don't like people tellin me what to do. " His voice turned serious, deadly so. Licking his lips a sigh he was clearly annoyed, Jackie moved forward following the man, his footsteps silent against the graveled walk way.
" Now." Roughly Jackie grabbed the back of his trench coat and pressed the gun to his skull," Let's try this again shall we? Where's Frankie's money?" The gun clicked, a bullet sliding into the chamber, ready to be shot a moments notice," Hear that? That click? Well cajun it's your one way ticket to Hell if you don't answer me and save me a seat will ya?" Quickly Jackie eyed the sky, it was growing twilight, in about another forty five minutes this mutant card thrower was going to be in serious trouble if he didn't give some answers and or money.
Gambit didn't even blink as the man grabbed his coat. He simply twisted his body, easily ducking below the gun, and spinning around, not even listening, let alone giving the man any time to talk. Using slight of hand, The cajun thief slipped on card quickly, and totally unseen into each of Jackie's suit pockets above the waist, and following with a quick cheap shot towards the gut. "You got some trouble's, ami. Gambit don mind dying, not one bit, but if de pretty boy don't wanna be scraped off de ground..." he gave a sly wink, and brought the bo-staff quickly into a hard spin around his back toward the man's wide open face. The gut shot wasn't much but a jolting blow, but the staff shot was deadly, and would crack the man's skull easily in two, not to mention that if he did not remove the armani jacket he'd be in a quite a few peices scattered about the lawn, like the refuse he is.
As the man turned, Jackie quickly let go of his hold on his coat. The man moved fast this was true, but it took alot to escape Jackie attention indeed," If I didn't know any better I swear you just picked my pocket Thief." The Italian Hitman shed his coat, revealing a black silk dress shirt and tossed it to the ground quickly as soon as it hit the white material exploded," Thought so." He remarked unamused. That jacket had been expensive and also one of his favorite," Note to self. No more wearing favorite suits to work." Jackie sneered. This was not going as it should have.
Doubling over slightly as the punch hit his stomach, Jackie dropped his weapon back into the holster located just under his right arm. Remaining doubled over seeing the man's movements with the staff as his long black hair fell to shroud around his face," A cheap shoting son of a bitch ain'tcha?" Jackie mused slightly. He began to somewhat like this guy, and the Swamp Rat was about to find out why the Hitman was. Dropping down into a crouched position the Italian balanced quickly on his hands then swept out sideways with his legs towards the shins of Gambit hoping to knock him flat.
She smirked," Fools." Came the velvet like voice in the form of a whisper. They truely had no idea at all they had been set up, and it was all her doing, and she had done it alone, and for her alone. Magneto, Sabretooth, Apoclypse they could all go to hell as far as Mystique cared. Running her tongue across her red lips at the scene before her the shape shifting bitch held back laughter as she crouched in a tree near the scene. They couldn't see her, but she could see them quite well.
So she had played one of the most dangerous Mob Bosses in New York and so she had also played an X-Man aswell, one she did not like. After all that Cajun bastard had stolen her daughter from her and he was about to lose it all, including what brain matter he may or may not have. For a moment her mind drifted towards the swiss bank account in one of her many aliases, soon a large sum of money ten grand to be exact would be tucked away within it and soon that insufferable Swamp Rat would be gone aswell.
Gambit smirked wickedly, "Non, It's fair play when de one Gambit fights, fights dirty too." Gambit was ever watchful, and even more agile. So when the sweep connected, and went flat, he used the momentum of the sweep at his legs, to push his legs up into the air. His hands met the ground, still holding the staff in one hand, and vaulted himself backwards, landing lightly on his feet. "Gambit will admit that was a good one, but not good enough, ami. Care ta try once again?" Gambit smirked, a look of pure confidence and cockyness. Gambit shuffled his feet lightly, almost like a prize fighter in the squared circle. He was mocking the Itialian hitman, and it was clear. "Gambit says he gonna let you try one more time, only one, den he gonna make ya regret doggin him for money he paid weeks ago." Gambit stopped bouncing around, and simply leaned casually on his staff, watching the now half Armani dressed hitman.
Jackie quirked a brow," You keep that up Frenchie and you're deffinitely a dead man walking." Jackie Estacado did not appreciate being mocked. His face became unreadable, his mood deadly. This guy was seriously asking for it," Nice acrobatics by the way. Didn't know they offered gymnastics in the Bayous of Louisana." So the Cajun could crack jokes, well so could the Hitman, "Try again? Surely." He smirked, the left corner of his mouth raising slightly at the dare. Smug bastard had no idea what he was up against.
Eying his watch and the sky as he pulled out his gun again, Jackie seemed suddenly in no real hurry," Lets see if you know the two step." Taking the safety off, the Hitman aimed the platinum weapon's barrel at Gambit's feet, squeezing the trigger he began to shoot bullets rapidly at the man's boots. 'Less than thirty.' Jackie thought to himself and then all hell would break lose, for Remy that is.
Gambit smirked lightly as the man made a joke of his own. "So da mob finally got a sense of humor, not a good one, but it's better than not'ing, non?" Then the man began to fire off shots at his feet, not the wisest idea when the man was as nimble as the cajun. Gambit wasn't simply going to stand there and dance, no way. Instead he began to dodge and jump and flip his way away from the man, and once more for the gate. After only five shots, he was at the gate, "And this, mon ami, is where Gambit says goodnight." With a simple leap, he grabbed the top of the gate and flipped upwards. His feet kicked around and he landed easily, standing on the wrought iron gate. Gambit smiled and winked, and dropped over, landing with a light thud. "Nice ride, Gambit t'inks he'll take it."
Remy LeBeau, ever the one to piss off the worng people, quickly sidled over to the car, and forced his way inside. "Thanks for the ride, ami. I'll make sure an enjoy it, non?" He shouted lightly back to the hitman as he hotwired the vehicle. He quickly slammed the door of the Lambroghini and slammed on the gas. The tires gripped the ground like nobody's business. Gambit knew that he was only making a bad situation worse, stealing a hitman's car, but he needed to get the guy away from the mansion. He didn't squeel tires, or anything overly macho, just took off at a liesurely pace. Why drive fast, when your persuer is on foot?
Jackie rolled his steel blue gaze," Smartass." This cajun was cruising for a bruising indeed. But he did have style, a style that was not to far from the Hitman's own," Fancy foot work, but you sorely dissapiont me, I wanted to see you dance." Jackie retorted smartly in a mock hurt manner," Fifteen minutes and counting." The Italian thought aloud, his eyes following the Swamp Rat's every movement as he continued to send bullets at his feet and now hands while he dodged and flipped," Don't think you'll escape me that easily." Holstering his now empty weapon, Jackie vaulted over the brick wall close behind Remy, but not close enough
" Son of a bitch." The hitman raced forward, while running he quickly placed a fresh clip into his gun and took aim at the Cajun only to stop and lower his weapon," Shit! I can't shoot at him...that car costed a feckin' trunk load of money." Indeed the Mobster's aim would put his "baby" at risk and that was not good, Uncle Frankie would kill him for sure. As the car pulled out, Jackie's gaze lifted to the sky a smirk slowly replacing the scowl across his lips as night began to finally set in," Bastard." Hissed the dark tone as his eyes, now a glowing yellow watched the car slowly dissapear into the fastly darkening horizon.
~TBC~
Authors' Notes: See that little button down there? Yeah you know you wanna push it! *smirks*
The Following story is a collaborated effort of Rogue Raider and Ze'elle Aych. Also we highly recommend checking out our seperate works. Thanks and Enjoy.
All in a Night's Work Chap 1: A Hit that Hits back
Jackie Estacado. In short the name says it all, adoptive son of Uncle Frankie who just happens to be the head of the Italian Mafia in New York City. Jackie had it easy his whole life; fast cars, women, money and a job as one of Uncle frankie's top Hitmen. But then it all went to shit on his twenty first birthday. On that day he got saddled with both a blessing and a curse, The Darkness; which gave him the ability to create anything his mind can come up with, but only at night or in the safety of shadows. The down side to this powerful Entity is the fact he can never again have sex. To make a long story short, if he does he dies.
Since that day Jackie's life has changed incredibly, and he has become pretty much the top hitman in New York, but if you want him to do a job you got to ask Uncle Frankie first. Today however he was on business as Frankie called it for the man himself. Someone had borrowed money from him, a large amount and did not return it. The red Lambrogini raced down the highway of New York City towards a smaller area known as Salem Center, neslted within Westchester county. There lies Breakstone lake and before Breakstone lake Xavier's School for the Gifted owned by a Charles Francis Xavier.
Jackie knew by Gifted it meant mutants, he had encountered a few over the years in his line of work, but probly never one quite like the guy he was after today," Remy LeBeau." His steel blue gaze looked over the file as he drove the sports car with one hand," Sounds french." A smirk slowly crept across his lips as he reached the gates and pulled to a stop," Hm. It seems I wasn't expected." Placing both hands on the wheel again, the Italian Hitman swerved it over next to the red brick wall and settled it in park," Wonder if anyone's at home."
Checking the inside of his white suit jacket noting his .50 Platinum DE was in place aswell as extra clips, Jackie reached up grabbing a low branch from a tree that was growing within the grounds, usng it to vault him onto the brickwall before jumping down into a crouched position. Remaining still he assested the area before standing," Remember Jackie, this place has more security than frickin' Fort Knox." His deep voice whispered in reminder to himself as he approached the door, slipping on a pair of designer shades then knocking on one of the large wooden doors before lighting a cig and resting his hands in his pockets, waiting.
The place is Westchester County, upstate New York. One Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Within the hallowed halls, it is a home, a school, and a training facility to those with gifts beyond that of normal man. Those that reside under this single roof, for the most part, call each other family and friend, with a few exceptions. One part time exception, is the auburn haired man that is stepping out of the shower in his room. His name, is Remy LeBeau, never, ever call him Remmington. He is a mutant, a thief, and quite the charming cajun. Two out of three of those he got at birth, the third, he got at puberty. His mutant ability, is to change the potential energy in objects, charging them, with kinetic energy, thus making them rather explosive.
After quickly donning his usual attire, black body armor, knee-high boots, gloves with two fingers missing each, and his brown trench coat, he feels ready for an exciting late-afternoon of saving the innocent. Things had been quiet as of late, and quiet meant boredom. So Gambit, as he is called, has been making nightly visits out to the city. He tucked not one, not two, but four packs of Bicycle playing cards into his various pockets, smiling lightly. "Gotta love a two fer one sale, non?" He picked up a small titanium cylinder, and simply made it disappear. He turned and looked out his window, it was still daylight out, and by the time he got to NYC, it would be dark. He turned and exited his room, closing the door behind him.
He kept quiet as he strolled down the stairs, past the foyer, and into the kitchen. He grabbed an apple out of the basket on the counter, flipped through the mail on the table, and then heard a knock at the front door. He took a bite from the apple, and moved out, taking his sweet time, to answer the door. He reached the door, and swallowed the end of that bite he'd taken, and opened the door. He arched a single eyebrow, looking over the fancy dressed man in the doorway. "Armani, mes ami? Nice, but we not buyin. Try downtown." Without much else bieng said, he pushed past the man and shut the door behind him.
The tall Italian leaned against one of the colonial posts on the porch area of the Mansion, his blue stare drifting about the place, becoming somewhat familar with his surroundings as it were. Casually a strong hand removed the cig from his lips as he exhaled smoke into the air and checked his watch," An hour." taking another drag from the cig he dropped it to the ground just as the door openned and low and behold the target himself steps out," Ah, cajun or better known as the other french rejects." Jackie grinned dangerously snuffing the cig out with the heel of his shoe.
" I'm not selling, but rather I'm collecting." Rude man, Jackie quickly observed of this Remy LeBeau. As he pushed passed him, Jackie quickly pulled the shiny weapon from under his coat and placed the barrel in aim at the back of Gambit's head," You forgot to pay back the piper Monsiuer Lebeau." A click sounded in the air, " You got two options here; Option one you give me the money here and now, Option two," Jackie gave a dramatic pause, his grin becoming almost vicious," I take your bloody bullet riddled corpse back to Uncle Frankie on a silver platter. The choice," Suddenly a shot rang off in the air, a bullet whizzing passed Gambit's head," is yours." Warned the Italian Mobster.
Gambit blinked, who did this guy think he was? he obviously had no idea what he was about to get into. "Gambit t'inks you got t'ings all wrong, ami. De phrase goes "Pay de Piper" not "Pay back de Piper." Jus so ya, Gambit never take what he can't return." The wiley cajun stuffed his hands into his pockets and shook his head as the bullet whizzed past. "Shouldn'ta done dat, mon ami." Gambit turned, and the card he had been charging in his pocket was out and whizzing through the air directly at the pricey suit's chest area. Unlike the hitman, Gambit didn't hold back, especially after bieng attacked in a place he called home. Gambit was already moving to his left, the bo staff apearing in his hand and extending to it's full length.
"Now den, what say you take da head on those pricey shoulder pads, and walk outta 'ere, b'fore Gambit gets serious, an remove it?" The cajun was ever moving, keeping his eyes on the man near the door. There were children here, and he had to keep the man facing away from the house, should he decide to fire again. If he could, he'd get the man off the grounds completely. He didn't want anyone else involved in his affairs, and someone was bound to have been alerted by the gunshot. "Gambit got a better idea, ami. You want him, come and get him." In a flourish of trench coat, the cajun was moving, and quickly toward the gate.
He kept the gun aimed not sure what the Cajun was going to do ' being an X- Man, I'm sure he'll counter attack me.' Jackie thought to himself, he had to be ready for anything and everything. His steel gaze remained locked on his Hit," I haven't got all day LeBeau. Make your decision or I'll make it for you and you won't like my choice that I can assure you." The smirk remained transfixed on the Italian's chisled features, he enjoyed his job far too well probly for his own good," No. I got it right." His finger tightened on the trigger, at his comment Jackie grinned," And I thought I had an ego." This guy was deffinitely going to get on the Hitman's nerves.
" Cute." Quickly the tall man ducked as the card whizzed over his black tressed head, barely missing him," Never had a hit that hits back." Scratching his chin a moment the smug man waltzed forward and down the stairs," But I do so like a good challenge." Jackie laughed," You? Remove my head? Hell Frenchie, I'd pay to see that." Idly the Mobster twirled the gun in his head," But see, I don't like people tellin me what to do. " His voice turned serious, deadly so. Licking his lips a sigh he was clearly annoyed, Jackie moved forward following the man, his footsteps silent against the graveled walk way.
" Now." Roughly Jackie grabbed the back of his trench coat and pressed the gun to his skull," Let's try this again shall we? Where's Frankie's money?" The gun clicked, a bullet sliding into the chamber, ready to be shot a moments notice," Hear that? That click? Well cajun it's your one way ticket to Hell if you don't answer me and save me a seat will ya?" Quickly Jackie eyed the sky, it was growing twilight, in about another forty five minutes this mutant card thrower was going to be in serious trouble if he didn't give some answers and or money.
Gambit didn't even blink as the man grabbed his coat. He simply twisted his body, easily ducking below the gun, and spinning around, not even listening, let alone giving the man any time to talk. Using slight of hand, The cajun thief slipped on card quickly, and totally unseen into each of Jackie's suit pockets above the waist, and following with a quick cheap shot towards the gut. "You got some trouble's, ami. Gambit don mind dying, not one bit, but if de pretty boy don't wanna be scraped off de ground..." he gave a sly wink, and brought the bo-staff quickly into a hard spin around his back toward the man's wide open face. The gut shot wasn't much but a jolting blow, but the staff shot was deadly, and would crack the man's skull easily in two, not to mention that if he did not remove the armani jacket he'd be in a quite a few peices scattered about the lawn, like the refuse he is.
As the man turned, Jackie quickly let go of his hold on his coat. The man moved fast this was true, but it took alot to escape Jackie attention indeed," If I didn't know any better I swear you just picked my pocket Thief." The Italian Hitman shed his coat, revealing a black silk dress shirt and tossed it to the ground quickly as soon as it hit the white material exploded," Thought so." He remarked unamused. That jacket had been expensive and also one of his favorite," Note to self. No more wearing favorite suits to work." Jackie sneered. This was not going as it should have.
Doubling over slightly as the punch hit his stomach, Jackie dropped his weapon back into the holster located just under his right arm. Remaining doubled over seeing the man's movements with the staff as his long black hair fell to shroud around his face," A cheap shoting son of a bitch ain'tcha?" Jackie mused slightly. He began to somewhat like this guy, and the Swamp Rat was about to find out why the Hitman was. Dropping down into a crouched position the Italian balanced quickly on his hands then swept out sideways with his legs towards the shins of Gambit hoping to knock him flat.
She smirked," Fools." Came the velvet like voice in the form of a whisper. They truely had no idea at all they had been set up, and it was all her doing, and she had done it alone, and for her alone. Magneto, Sabretooth, Apoclypse they could all go to hell as far as Mystique cared. Running her tongue across her red lips at the scene before her the shape shifting bitch held back laughter as she crouched in a tree near the scene. They couldn't see her, but she could see them quite well.
So she had played one of the most dangerous Mob Bosses in New York and so she had also played an X-Man aswell, one she did not like. After all that Cajun bastard had stolen her daughter from her and he was about to lose it all, including what brain matter he may or may not have. For a moment her mind drifted towards the swiss bank account in one of her many aliases, soon a large sum of money ten grand to be exact would be tucked away within it and soon that insufferable Swamp Rat would be gone aswell.
Gambit smirked wickedly, "Non, It's fair play when de one Gambit fights, fights dirty too." Gambit was ever watchful, and even more agile. So when the sweep connected, and went flat, he used the momentum of the sweep at his legs, to push his legs up into the air. His hands met the ground, still holding the staff in one hand, and vaulted himself backwards, landing lightly on his feet. "Gambit will admit that was a good one, but not good enough, ami. Care ta try once again?" Gambit smirked, a look of pure confidence and cockyness. Gambit shuffled his feet lightly, almost like a prize fighter in the squared circle. He was mocking the Itialian hitman, and it was clear. "Gambit says he gonna let you try one more time, only one, den he gonna make ya regret doggin him for money he paid weeks ago." Gambit stopped bouncing around, and simply leaned casually on his staff, watching the now half Armani dressed hitman.
Jackie quirked a brow," You keep that up Frenchie and you're deffinitely a dead man walking." Jackie Estacado did not appreciate being mocked. His face became unreadable, his mood deadly. This guy was seriously asking for it," Nice acrobatics by the way. Didn't know they offered gymnastics in the Bayous of Louisana." So the Cajun could crack jokes, well so could the Hitman, "Try again? Surely." He smirked, the left corner of his mouth raising slightly at the dare. Smug bastard had no idea what he was up against.
Eying his watch and the sky as he pulled out his gun again, Jackie seemed suddenly in no real hurry," Lets see if you know the two step." Taking the safety off, the Hitman aimed the platinum weapon's barrel at Gambit's feet, squeezing the trigger he began to shoot bullets rapidly at the man's boots. 'Less than thirty.' Jackie thought to himself and then all hell would break lose, for Remy that is.
Gambit smirked lightly as the man made a joke of his own. "So da mob finally got a sense of humor, not a good one, but it's better than not'ing, non?" Then the man began to fire off shots at his feet, not the wisest idea when the man was as nimble as the cajun. Gambit wasn't simply going to stand there and dance, no way. Instead he began to dodge and jump and flip his way away from the man, and once more for the gate. After only five shots, he was at the gate, "And this, mon ami, is where Gambit says goodnight." With a simple leap, he grabbed the top of the gate and flipped upwards. His feet kicked around and he landed easily, standing on the wrought iron gate. Gambit smiled and winked, and dropped over, landing with a light thud. "Nice ride, Gambit t'inks he'll take it."
Remy LeBeau, ever the one to piss off the worng people, quickly sidled over to the car, and forced his way inside. "Thanks for the ride, ami. I'll make sure an enjoy it, non?" He shouted lightly back to the hitman as he hotwired the vehicle. He quickly slammed the door of the Lambroghini and slammed on the gas. The tires gripped the ground like nobody's business. Gambit knew that he was only making a bad situation worse, stealing a hitman's car, but he needed to get the guy away from the mansion. He didn't squeel tires, or anything overly macho, just took off at a liesurely pace. Why drive fast, when your persuer is on foot?
Jackie rolled his steel blue gaze," Smartass." This cajun was cruising for a bruising indeed. But he did have style, a style that was not to far from the Hitman's own," Fancy foot work, but you sorely dissapiont me, I wanted to see you dance." Jackie retorted smartly in a mock hurt manner," Fifteen minutes and counting." The Italian thought aloud, his eyes following the Swamp Rat's every movement as he continued to send bullets at his feet and now hands while he dodged and flipped," Don't think you'll escape me that easily." Holstering his now empty weapon, Jackie vaulted over the brick wall close behind Remy, but not close enough
" Son of a bitch." The hitman raced forward, while running he quickly placed a fresh clip into his gun and took aim at the Cajun only to stop and lower his weapon," Shit! I can't shoot at him...that car costed a feckin' trunk load of money." Indeed the Mobster's aim would put his "baby" at risk and that was not good, Uncle Frankie would kill him for sure. As the car pulled out, Jackie's gaze lifted to the sky a smirk slowly replacing the scowl across his lips as night began to finally set in," Bastard." Hissed the dark tone as his eyes, now a glowing yellow watched the car slowly dissapear into the fastly darkening horizon.
~TBC~
Authors' Notes: See that little button down there? Yeah you know you wanna push it! *smirks*