By Saturnian Blonde
Standard Questionably Useful Disclaimer: Marvel owns all rights to characters, names, etc. No profit is being made from use of anything. Yet.
Rating: PG-13
Time/Place : AU. I'm mixing it up a little, taking some elements from the cartoon and other from the movies and comics…. I'll be trying to explain everything, but if you have any questions, just ask. Most of the ages are from X:Evo, meaning that the kids are in school, Jean and Scott are now in college, etc, etc…
PrologueCharles Francis Xavier looked up from the paperwork he was going over as the phone rang. He glanced at the clock on the wall, which read that it was way too early for anyone to be up, never mind calling. He picked up the receiver.
"Xavier's School for the Gifted."
"Charles? Is tha' yeh?"
"Moira?"
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Bobby was the last person to enter the war room for the hastily convened meeting. Picking a seat between Kurt and Rogue, he looked at the other bleary eyed people sitting around the room. Xavier was talking in hushed tones to Beast, who seemed to be looking over some building plans. Remy was across from him, shuffling a deck of cards in his hands, yawning. The rest of the adults were all there, although they seemed to be as unaware of things as Bobby felt. Why on earth Xavier had decided to call an emergency meeting at 4 o'clock in the morning Bobby just couldn't understand.
"I suppose you're wondering why I called you here this early."
A-duh. He thought.
"Moira called me less that an hour ago. Apparently someone broke into her lab and stole some data she had on mutant biogenetics." Remy whistled lowly.
"Good fo' dem. It ain't no walk in de park to crack her computer secur'ty."
"And how would you know that?" Scott asked, glaring at him. Remy only grinned.
"She asked that we try to recover the data, find out who it was and what they plan to do with that data."
"What exactly is it?" Jean asked. Sipping from a cup of coffee, the only cup in the room, she smiled at the glares of envy from the others.
"Not something that would normally be that interesting to anyone. Genome sequences, mutant DNA tests. Whoever stole it may be contracting for another party, perhaps another mutant testing facility." Nothing needed to be said; everyone remembered what had happened, and they couldn't let what had happened with Trask ever happen again.
"We need a small team to fly over to Muir Island and see if they can find anything. Wolverine, you see if you can pick up any clues. Remy too, it may be best to see if you can find out how they cracked her codes." Xavier looked to Remy, who only nodded and continued playing with his cards.
"You mean I gotta waste my time with the Cajun? Just shoot me now…" Logan muttered as the meeting was dismissed.
"It could be worse…" Rogue offered, slapping his back with a gloved hand.
"How?" She paused.
"You could… have to go undercover as a girl…" she offered.
"Say that ever again….." He flexed his fists.
"Right."
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Logan sniffed around the lab while Remy sat at the computer, going through countless logs and files.
"Damn, dis guy know what he doin'," Remy commented as he pulled a disk from the drive and inserted another.
"Girl." Logan mumbled.
"Pardon?"
"It wasn't a guy, it was a girl. She smells familiar, too." Remy cocked his head and looked at him, doubtful, but remembered Logan's sensitive senses and let it slide.
"Whoever it was, dey knew what dey be doin'. How long d'Moira say it take?"
"8 minutes."
"Merde…" Remy groaned, typing away and switching disks again. "Dis'd take Remy least 10 to finish. She's Good."
Was Remy admitting there was another better than him? It just didn't seem feasible to Logan. Remy caught the look and grinned.
"Don' worry, homme, Remy's still good. Matter o' fact, Remy be great. Just out o' practice wit' dis hackin' business…" Logan walked up to the computer, looking up at the large screen filled with technical mumbo-jumbo that he could never in a million years hope to understand, never mind process and interact with. Remy's fingers flew over the keys, typing at speeds even Logan was impressed with. Suddenly, without warning, the screen went black.
In a small font in the bottom corner of the screen was written a sentence.
[You are going to have to do better than that, LeBeau.]
"Fuck." Remy jumped out of his seat and ran to the large storage cabinets to the side of the room, flinging open the doors and opening the computer servers. He quickly pulled out the motherboards and the wires connecting the mainframes, wincing as sparks began to fly. The electrical system whined, then died, before something blew and the lights turned off.
Logan stood there a second, arms crossed, until the emergency generators kicked in and dim lights turned back on.
"Great work, Gumbo."
"Meh, but Remy now knows who we up against." Logan looked at him again, and he rolled his eyes right back. "Dere's only four people dat can cause a critical overload like dat one. You lookin' at one o' dem, and the other two are guys." He dusted off his coat and went back to pick up the disks beside what remained of the computer.
"We're of to go t' Canada…" Remy sang lightly to the tune of some musical, trying to get a rise out of Wolverine. He just grumbled and pulled out his communicator, telling the Institute what was going on.
"Remy LeBeau, what'd'yeh do te me computer!" A loud, angry accented voice called back to them.
"Merde."
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Well, here we go, my first attempt at an X-men fic… what'cha think? Onle a couple reviews and I'll post the next chapter, it's all done and ready and everything…