Trouble in the Airport
BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. "Sir, could you step over here please?"
"Look lady, I don't have time for this. My plane leaves in fifteen minutes and I can't miss this flight," Logan said in protest.
"Look buddy, your holden up the line and if you don't go, I'll make you go!"
"Fine!" Logan was forced to remove any metal objects, when they couldn't find any ting they made him walk through again. BLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEP! "This is going to take forever." This time they made him remove articles of clothing.
When he was down to his boxer shorts when they made him walk through again. BLLLEEEEEEEEEPPPPP!
"Okay buddy, we give up. Why the hell are you still setting the damn thing off?"
"Would ya believe it's in me?"
"How there's not a scar on you?"
"I heal up real good."
"Bullshit!"
Logan has had enough; while he's still clad in his boxer shorts he walked over to the luggage X-ray and stuck his arm inside, "See!"
Remy was having himself a good ole laugh, it's not often he sees Logan humiliate
Himself. To add insult to injury an old lady put five bucks into his boxers. `Ave fun, Mon ami?"
"Shut up, Cajun." Logan ordered silently. A big man stood in the way of the two unlikely pair.
"You ain't getten on this plane Midget."
"And who's stopping me, you?"
"That's right, we also found three blade like things hidden inside your wrists. That's a concealed weapon. Two, you're both muties, that's a danger to the crew and customers. Bottom line, you two ain't flyen.
"Monsieur Logan, I t'ink a phone call to Monsieur Fury wou'd clear dis right up," Gambit said coldly.
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5 minutes later
"So why was you so willin to take dis case?" Remy asked curiously.
"I own a bar down there called the Princess Bar, well half own it. It's fairly prominate. Two, Madripor is a very tough town, I know the place personally. It ain't a smart idea to put a cripple in a middle of a hellhole."
"Anyt'ing about da girl we're gettin?"
"Other than the name, place, and power, no."
"So what so special about Madripor, Mon Ami?"
"It's one place I can call home. I can pick a fight when I want to, and the police are practically afraid of the criminals. My kinda place.
"Remy's t'inkin he likes da sound of dat."
"Before I forget, I don't go by Logan or Wolverine, down there, it's Patch." He put on his eyepatch and cowboy hat, that was his disguise.
"Not much of a costume der Logan, any way I noticed we goen to Korea, any reason why?" asked the Swamp Rat.
"You didn't actually we'd fly there, didja. We're taking a Charter from Seoul to Madripor, any other questions."
"Non, Remy t'ink he'd like dis job."
BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. "Sir, could you step over here please?"
"Look lady, I don't have time for this. My plane leaves in fifteen minutes and I can't miss this flight," Logan said in protest.
"Look buddy, your holden up the line and if you don't go, I'll make you go!"
"Fine!" Logan was forced to remove any metal objects, when they couldn't find any ting they made him walk through again. BLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEP! "This is going to take forever." This time they made him remove articles of clothing.
When he was down to his boxer shorts when they made him walk through again. BLLLEEEEEEEEEPPPPP!
"Okay buddy, we give up. Why the hell are you still setting the damn thing off?"
"Would ya believe it's in me?"
"How there's not a scar on you?"
"I heal up real good."
"Bullshit!"
Logan has had enough; while he's still clad in his boxer shorts he walked over to the luggage X-ray and stuck his arm inside, "See!"
Remy was having himself a good ole laugh, it's not often he sees Logan humiliate
Himself. To add insult to injury an old lady put five bucks into his boxers. `Ave fun, Mon ami?"
"Shut up, Cajun." Logan ordered silently. A big man stood in the way of the two unlikely pair.
"You ain't getten on this plane Midget."
"And who's stopping me, you?"
"That's right, we also found three blade like things hidden inside your wrists. That's a concealed weapon. Two, you're both muties, that's a danger to the crew and customers. Bottom line, you two ain't flyen.
"Monsieur Logan, I t'ink a phone call to Monsieur Fury wou'd clear dis right up," Gambit said coldly.
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5 minutes later
"So why was you so willin to take dis case?" Remy asked curiously.
"I own a bar down there called the Princess Bar, well half own it. It's fairly prominate. Two, Madripor is a very tough town, I know the place personally. It ain't a smart idea to put a cripple in a middle of a hellhole."
"Anyt'ing about da girl we're gettin?"
"Other than the name, place, and power, no."
"So what so special about Madripor, Mon Ami?"
"It's one place I can call home. I can pick a fight when I want to, and the police are practically afraid of the criminals. My kinda place.
"Remy's t'inkin he likes da sound of dat."
"Before I forget, I don't go by Logan or Wolverine, down there, it's Patch." He put on his eyepatch and cowboy hat, that was his disguise.
"Not much of a costume der Logan, any way I noticed we goen to Korea, any reason why?" asked the Swamp Rat.
"You didn't actually we'd fly there, didja. We're taking a Charter from Seoul to Madripor, any other questions."
"Non, Remy t'ink he'd like dis job."