Chapter 2

"I hope you don't mind but I'm not supposed to have guest unannounced." He said as they dodged the security. Remy was referring to the sleeping arrangements. He had told her that she would have to sleep in his room.

"Why should I care?" She whispered back. Remy reached for the door but someone on the inside opened it first.

"Gambit, I thought I told you to be back by dawn." The bald man looked at them both. Then asked who is this?"

"Connie Wilson, she's a friend of mine." Remy quickly checked his watch. No wonder the Professor had caught them it was 9am.

"Connie this is Professor Xavier he owns and runs the school." She smiled trying to make it look sweet and innocent. He was a telepath she brought her shields down hard on his probes.

"It's nice to meet you. Remy invited me to stay but I think it's only fair to ask you. Can I stay with you for a few days?"

Xavier judged her by what little his probes had told him and her appearance. He though she was an interesting young lady, her shields were very strong. He couldn't understand but he couldn't refuse her. Her closeness to Gambit was a huge factor, he wasn't really close to anyone except Storm. Rouge was more of a love interest, she would never see the real Remy Le Beau until her trusted her.

"Of Course you can. Would you like some breakfast?"

Remy walked her to the kitchen. Talking about the lay out of the mansion the grounds, the entrances and exits. The people that lived here. The jobs they did. He was doing a good job of selling the place to her.

They entered the kitchen. There was a short bulky looking man with dark pointy hair, a women with red hair, a stunning white haired women and a young women with green eyes and a white streak at the front of her hair.

All the eyes were on them as they entered. Remy looked at her, to convey a need for her not to tell them anything about the immortal thing and to be at ease.

"Who's the broad eh Cajun?" The short man spoke like gravel in his deep Canadian accent.

"This is my friend Connie Wilson, she will be staying for a few days. Con this is Logan, that is Jean, Storm and that is Rouge." Connie nodded at each respectively, her eyes focused on Rouge, so this was his new love. Rouge looked jealous. Connie decided to be nice and put her at ease.

"So you must be the object of Remy's affections. And I can see why. It's very nice to meet you, Rouge." She smiled at her. Rouge seemed more at ease, the fact that Connie didn't pose a threat to her relationship with Remy.

"We should talk later. I have some interesting stories to tell you about Remy if you want to know." Remy gave her the "You dear" glare

"So what brings you here?" Logan asked. He seemed to be sizing her up. It was something that she was used to with men, women always seemed to put them on edge.

"Remy actually. I really wanted to catch up. I heard he was up here so I came, I tracked, I found. And he offered me a room. I'm the only here a few days. Then I move on." She smiled at him.

The reply had been constructed to give Logan enough to know their were good reasons. That she was here as a guest. Though that didn't mean Logan wouldn't keep an eye on her.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Jean Summers asked. As she continued to make bacon sandwhiches for everyone on the hob.

"Orange Juice will be fine. Thank you." Connie replied. Remy waved a hand to Jean signalling that he would get the orange juice. He poured some and handed it to Connie. She smiled.

"So how do you know Gumbo?" Connie smiled at the nick name. As she looked like she was going to answer the question, the others gathered round the large kitchen table.

It was obvious from their keeness that Remy had told them very little about himself. Even his time in New Orleans. It wasn't that surprising. His work as a member of the Thieves Guild was highly confidencial. The Thieves Guild knew that Remy was immortal. The Guild was older than Remy and herself combined, tracing it's origins back to ancient Eygpt. Connie herself had worked for the Guild for over 50 years. It was the perfect orgainisation to make money in. In those 50 years she had made nearly 80 million. But as the tools of the trade increased in their technolgy the thrill of the steal had lessened for her. It had become so impersonal. She had quit 30 years ago. When she had quit Remy began working for them. He had obviously enjoyed the new climate of technology. They had been profitable.

Although they never found time to talk they monitored each other. Connie often hacked Remy's records to find out his finencial state. He currently had 15 billion spread over 158 accounted emassing interest within the region of 15 million a week. Which wasn't bad. He was better off than herself but that was because he was still working for the thieves Guild and he didn't spend his. He was in a school that paid for his ever need, well all except gambling and motorbikes.

"I met Remy in France, a while ago. We played poker aginest each other for a while. Then got talking and ended up playing the tables. We won a lot of money." It wasn't that far from the truth. They had done that many times..

"I thought you worked alone Gumbo?"

"Well why play one table when you can play two and take more money off more people." Remy smirked.

Connie yawned despite herself. She was tired, but she was prepared to last the rest of the day. She had spent four days travelling and searching as well as working on the plane that brought her here. Jobs were her way of relieving her boredom. She had even had a run in with Friends of humanity only for fun though. She wanted to test herself. Check her skills make sure she was ready.

"You must be tired." Connie nodded. Remy rose to take her to her room.

"Come I'll show you the way." They left. The room hearing the quiet conversation begin about Connie. She herself smiled.

"For a mansion this isn't your usual style. I fact I'm sure Jean- Luc would frowned. How is the old man anyway?"

"He's fine. Making money. He has job's going if you want them. He told me to mension it if I ever caught up with you. If you get over your fear of technology." Remy smirked.

"I'm not scared of technology. I just think that you would do well to remember the old ways. The dangerous ways. Chisels, sledgehammers and wire. Those took true skill. Now you can buy the programmes so any idiot can hack any sercuirty. It's so easy now." Remy coughed.

"It is not easy now. Anyway that is your room. My room's over there and Logan's is the one at the end. We are the only ones on this floor. When your ready to go down stairs then knock on the door and I'll take you out for dinner."

"Sounds good..." He started to walk. "Remy." He turned. "Sleep well." He smiled.