Chapter 3: Let the Games Begin
It only took the girls about an hour to pack. They met at the Institute and left in Jean's SUV.
I personally am not one for long good-byes so lets just cut to the bar scene, shall we?
Later that night, around 6-ish Remy, Piotr and John went out to a bar and ordered around of beers. They were sitting around the booth looking like they just saw a puppy get run over by a truck.
"Yer pathetic ya know that?" came a voice from behind, "The girls haven't even been gone fer three hours an' yer already acting like it's the apocalypse."
"Don't say that word, Mate," John shuddered.
"What do you want, Wolvie?" asked Gambit as he took another swig of beer.
"Peace and quiet," responded Wolverine in a somewhat dreamy tone.
"An' why does Gambit give de rat's ass?"
"Because I can fix both of our problems?" said Logan with a smirk.
"You are going to kill us?!" asked Piotr.
"No," Logan rolled his eyes and then added, "not today anyway."
"An' what makes you so damn sure dis plan o' yo's gonna work? asked Gambit.
"How about this?" asked Wolverine, "I'm so sure that it's going to work I'll buy the next round. Whadda ya say?"
"Oh, garson (Oh, waiter)!" yelled Gambit.
~5 min later~
"So what yo sayin' is dat we should go an' spy on our fillies?!" asked Gambit.
"Won't that make the Sheila's mad?" asked Py.
"I know Katherine would be disappointed with me," said Colossus.
"Slow down," said Wolverine, "I'm not saying you should 'spy' on them, just check up on them and don't get caught-Think you handle that, Gumbo?"
"Oui," said Gambit, "but what's de catch?"
Wolverine drained all the remaining liquid out of the glass bottle in front of him, "Yer taken the X-Men with you."
"What?!" both Piotr and John snapped to attention.
"An' if we refuse?" Gambit narrowed his eyes.
Wolverine smirked and lowered his fist just beneath the table-
SKNIT!
"Gambit, knew dat be comin'," the Cajun rolled his demonic eyes.
"But you said you were not going to harm us!" said Piotr rather horrified.
"No," corrected Wolverine, "I said I wouldn't kill ya, I never said I wouldn't hurt you."
"He makes a good point," said St. John.
"Fine, we'll take dem wid us," seceded Gambit, "but de next time Gambit and Rogue be together in de commons room you make yo-self scarce, hear?!"
"Fine," growled Wolverine in distaste.
Gambit and Wolverine even shook on it to seal the deal.
Then the boys left.
Wolverine on the other hand decided to stay for another couple of rounds.
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When Wolverine returned to the manor he found the all of the lights out. Thinking the building was under attack-again-he went into attack mode and searched for any remaining X-Men.
He went to the back door and found no forced entry.
After a short search, were talking 8 minutes, Logan found the Prof and Hank in the lab.
"Oh, Logan, there you are," said the Prof.
"We were beginning to wonder if you had decided to tag along with the boys and check up on Rogue," joked Hank.
"Hey, even I don't want to be there when Rogue catches them," laughed Logan.
"So, in essence you sent them on a suicide mission," concluded Hank.
"Is it that obvious," grined Wolverine.
Now Hank was confused, "But you sent Scott with them!-Not to mention the other X-Men.
"I'm not worried." said Logan, "I've trained them well enough to escape. Besides I just wanted to get Scott away from Jean's shoes-I was beginning to worry."
"Point taken," said Hank.
"Hey, where's Stormy?" asked Logan.
"She had to take care of something in Canada," said the Prof. (Bushwhacked ref.).
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Meanwhile over at Magneto's lair the Master of Magnetism had just walked out of his office reading the Wall Street Journal. He wandered somewhat aimlessly down the main hall until he reached the commons area. It was too quiet he looked up-
Mesmero and Mystique were sitting at the kitchen table.
"Where is everyone?!" asked Magneto.
"Gambit gave Rogue his credit card and the girls went up to spa, then the boys decided to follow the girls." Mesmero gave his boss the short version.
"Then where's Sabertooth?" inquired Magneto.
"He-uh-had some 'business' in Canada," said Mystique.
"Which reminds me," said Mesmero I have to be on my way also.
With that having been said Mesmero took his leave.
There was a pause.
"Do you realize we have the entire complex to oursel-MMMmmmrmph!"
Mystique jumped him, they fell to floor.
Riiiiiiiiiip!-Mystique tore Magneto's shirt off and threw it over the couch.
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Anyway, back to the boys. They arrived at the spa around 9 that night and checked in after making sure to park in a commuter lot three miles away so the girls wouldn't recognize the cars they took.
When they went to check in a small distraction on Jamie's part, knocking over an expensive looking vase and sending water all over the floor, gave Remy just enough time to search the reservations for the girls and print out the activities they had scheduled.
"Did you get it or not?" asked Scott.
"We be in business," smiled the Cajun as he pulled the print out from his pocket.
"Hey, isn't that Rogue?" asked Jamie looking across the lobby.
Sure enough there was Rogue wearing one of the spas robes, following a well muscled, blonde and blue eyed misuse with a sexy Swedish accent. The name tag on his shirt read "Sven".
Sven opened a door on the left side of the hallway directly across from where the boys were standing and motioned Rogue to in, then he turned and went into a utility closet.
"You guys go 'head, dere's no way some pretty boy is gonna hit on Remy's filie!" growled Gambit.
"Go for it, man," said Jamie.
"Da," said Piotr, "We will wait for you in the room.
Gambit crept across the lobby and toward the open closet door. His plan to beat Sven up and take his clothes, although a bit over done through the years still held some merit.
Once he reached the threshold he closed the door behind him and-
POW!
CRACK!
BAM!
CRUNCH!
BANG!
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5 minutes later there came a knock at the boys room.
"Wow, room service is fast around here," commented Scott as he opened the door, "GAMBIT?!"
"Whoa, nice shiner (black eye), Mate." St. John commented.
Scott barely had enough time to catch the Cajun before he collapsed.
It only took the girls about an hour to pack. They met at the Institute and left in Jean's SUV.
I personally am not one for long good-byes so lets just cut to the bar scene, shall we?
Later that night, around 6-ish Remy, Piotr and John went out to a bar and ordered around of beers. They were sitting around the booth looking like they just saw a puppy get run over by a truck.
"Yer pathetic ya know that?" came a voice from behind, "The girls haven't even been gone fer three hours an' yer already acting like it's the apocalypse."
"Don't say that word, Mate," John shuddered.
"What do you want, Wolvie?" asked Gambit as he took another swig of beer.
"Peace and quiet," responded Wolverine in a somewhat dreamy tone.
"An' why does Gambit give de rat's ass?"
"Because I can fix both of our problems?" said Logan with a smirk.
"You are going to kill us?!" asked Piotr.
"No," Logan rolled his eyes and then added, "not today anyway."
"An' what makes you so damn sure dis plan o' yo's gonna work? asked Gambit.
"How about this?" asked Wolverine, "I'm so sure that it's going to work I'll buy the next round. Whadda ya say?"
"Oh, garson (Oh, waiter)!" yelled Gambit.
~5 min later~
"So what yo sayin' is dat we should go an' spy on our fillies?!" asked Gambit.
"Won't that make the Sheila's mad?" asked Py.
"I know Katherine would be disappointed with me," said Colossus.
"Slow down," said Wolverine, "I'm not saying you should 'spy' on them, just check up on them and don't get caught-Think you handle that, Gumbo?"
"Oui," said Gambit, "but what's de catch?"
Wolverine drained all the remaining liquid out of the glass bottle in front of him, "Yer taken the X-Men with you."
"What?!" both Piotr and John snapped to attention.
"An' if we refuse?" Gambit narrowed his eyes.
Wolverine smirked and lowered his fist just beneath the table-
SKNIT!
"Gambit, knew dat be comin'," the Cajun rolled his demonic eyes.
"But you said you were not going to harm us!" said Piotr rather horrified.
"No," corrected Wolverine, "I said I wouldn't kill ya, I never said I wouldn't hurt you."
"He makes a good point," said St. John.
"Fine, we'll take dem wid us," seceded Gambit, "but de next time Gambit and Rogue be together in de commons room you make yo-self scarce, hear?!"
"Fine," growled Wolverine in distaste.
Gambit and Wolverine even shook on it to seal the deal.
Then the boys left.
Wolverine on the other hand decided to stay for another couple of rounds.
-------------
When Wolverine returned to the manor he found the all of the lights out. Thinking the building was under attack-again-he went into attack mode and searched for any remaining X-Men.
He went to the back door and found no forced entry.
After a short search, were talking 8 minutes, Logan found the Prof and Hank in the lab.
"Oh, Logan, there you are," said the Prof.
"We were beginning to wonder if you had decided to tag along with the boys and check up on Rogue," joked Hank.
"Hey, even I don't want to be there when Rogue catches them," laughed Logan.
"So, in essence you sent them on a suicide mission," concluded Hank.
"Is it that obvious," grined Wolverine.
Now Hank was confused, "But you sent Scott with them!-Not to mention the other X-Men.
"I'm not worried." said Logan, "I've trained them well enough to escape. Besides I just wanted to get Scott away from Jean's shoes-I was beginning to worry."
"Point taken," said Hank.
"Hey, where's Stormy?" asked Logan.
"She had to take care of something in Canada," said the Prof. (Bushwhacked ref.).
-------------
Meanwhile over at Magneto's lair the Master of Magnetism had just walked out of his office reading the Wall Street Journal. He wandered somewhat aimlessly down the main hall until he reached the commons area. It was too quiet he looked up-
Mesmero and Mystique were sitting at the kitchen table.
"Where is everyone?!" asked Magneto.
"Gambit gave Rogue his credit card and the girls went up to spa, then the boys decided to follow the girls." Mesmero gave his boss the short version.
"Then where's Sabertooth?" inquired Magneto.
"He-uh-had some 'business' in Canada," said Mystique.
"Which reminds me," said Mesmero I have to be on my way also.
With that having been said Mesmero took his leave.
There was a pause.
"Do you realize we have the entire complex to oursel-MMMmmmrmph!"
Mystique jumped him, they fell to floor.
Riiiiiiiiiip!-Mystique tore Magneto's shirt off and threw it over the couch.
-------------
Anyway, back to the boys. They arrived at the spa around 9 that night and checked in after making sure to park in a commuter lot three miles away so the girls wouldn't recognize the cars they took.
When they went to check in a small distraction on Jamie's part, knocking over an expensive looking vase and sending water all over the floor, gave Remy just enough time to search the reservations for the girls and print out the activities they had scheduled.
"Did you get it or not?" asked Scott.
"We be in business," smiled the Cajun as he pulled the print out from his pocket.
"Hey, isn't that Rogue?" asked Jamie looking across the lobby.
Sure enough there was Rogue wearing one of the spas robes, following a well muscled, blonde and blue eyed misuse with a sexy Swedish accent. The name tag on his shirt read "Sven".
Sven opened a door on the left side of the hallway directly across from where the boys were standing and motioned Rogue to in, then he turned and went into a utility closet.
"You guys go 'head, dere's no way some pretty boy is gonna hit on Remy's filie!" growled Gambit.
"Go for it, man," said Jamie.
"Da," said Piotr, "We will wait for you in the room.
Gambit crept across the lobby and toward the open closet door. His plan to beat Sven up and take his clothes, although a bit over done through the years still held some merit.
Once he reached the threshold he closed the door behind him and-
POW!
CRACK!
BAM!
CRUNCH!
BANG!
-------------
5 minutes later there came a knock at the boys room.
"Wow, room service is fast around here," commented Scott as he opened the door, "GAMBIT?!"
"Whoa, nice shiner (black eye), Mate." St. John commented.
Scott barely had enough time to catch the Cajun before he collapsed.