IMPORTANT AN: This was co-written by me and my sis, KittKatt001.
AN: An AU story. The mutants are still mutants but have expertise in areas of thieving; they met when pulling a job about 10 years ago.
Pairings are Amryo, Romy, Jott, Kurtty, Evan/Tabby. A parody of the movie "Ocean's Eleven".
Disclaimer: We do not own X:men or Ocean's Eleven.
Characters are:
Scott= Saul /Lyman Zerga
BoomBoom= Basher
Kurt and Kitty= Turk and Virgil Malloy
Jamie= Linus
Amara= Yen
Rogue= Tess
Pietro= Terry Benedict
Wanda= Reuben
Remy= Danny Ocean
Pyro= Rusty
Jean= Livingston
Evan= Frank Catton
The three commissioners watched as the prisoner was led in. "So, Mr. LeBeau." The woman said. "We are reviewing you for parole. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Well," began Remy, "My wife left me and I fell into a self destructive pattern."
"So this won't happen again?"
"She already left Remy once, I doubt she'd do it again just for kicks."
"Well then, your parole starts immediately. Contact your parole officer everyday and don't leave town."
"Of course. Thank you."
~New Jersey~
Remy walked into the casino. "Chips please."
"Change is $1.50. Quarters or nickels?"
"Quarters."
"Good luck." Remy picked up his cards and looked over. There was a young man talking to the manager there, he lifted his hand slightly as he walked over and tapped the dealer on the shoulder.
"I'm on break now." The dealer said to Remy. "Bye."
"Hey Evan." The man looked at him.
"I'm sorry. My name is Ramone. You must have been mistaken."
"Right. Sorry."
"If you're looking for a game, the bar gets busy around one."
"One? Thanks."
~One o'clock~
"Hey."
"Hey. Come on. Let's go." Remy grabbed his coat and followed him out the door.
"So, Ramone" Remy said. "What's with the name?"
"Evan Daniels had a few run-ins with the Gaming Commission."
"Oh. You seen John lately?"
"Yeah. You're pulling something?"
"Going to Vegas for a bit."
"I'll transfer down there. He's teaching hyped up celebrities how to play cards."
~~~
"No mates. Poker is a game played with five cards." Pyro said, exasperatedly. "Ya can't have six." Almost all of the celebrities gathered in the room put a card- or two or three- down on the table.
"Deal." One of them said to Pyro, and he distributed cards all around.
"Hey guys! Look!" One of the guys put his hand down. "All reds." The others handed their money over and Pyro felt like hitting his head on the table. What had he ever done to deserve this?
~~~
"Y' shouldn't be doing somethin' like this, Remy t'inks." Pyro turned as he exited.
"Gambit- when did you get out of the clinker?"
"Y'sterday. Enjoying m' newfound freedom." They climbed into the car.
"How was the joint? Did you get the cookies I sent?"
"Why do you think I came to see you first?"
"So what's the deal mate?"
"I have a proposition."
~~~
"Thanks Bern. No worries, homme, nothing's going to happen to them." He clasped the blueprints in his hands and led Pyro to an empty room.
"Mate- no offense or anything, but why are we here?" In answer, Remy spread out the blueprints, Pyro lent in to get a closer look.
"This looks like the Bellagio's vault blueprints."
"Ah mon ami, these are the Bellagio's blueprints."
"If I'm reading this right- and I like to think I am- this is the most inaccessible vault in the world."
"It is." Remy agreed. He took them over to a copier and made a copy.
"So then why are we looking at them?" Pyro asked as they headed back into the main room, and Remy handed the prints back to the guard.
"Here Bern, mon ami. Thanks for the loan."
"This," he said to Pyro as they got in the elevator, "-is our new job."
"Oh no." Pyro said, walking out of the elevator. "You are crazy, Gambit, mate. Goddamn crazy. No- not helping you this time." Remy looked at him.
"Ok ami, you can just head back to teaching clueless celebrities how to poker."
"Did I say you were crazy? I meant you were brilliant. So, how exactly are we going to do this?"
~~~
"Hello, we're here to see Ms. Maximoff. We're old friends of de chére." Remy turned his charm up, and the maid blushed and led them to the backyard, where Wanda was sunbathing by the pool.
"Madam, there are some visitors for you." Wanda did not even look up.
"Thank you Amy. You may go." Remy approached her carefully.
"Hello Wanda." Hearing the voice, she shot up. "Remy?" she took the sunglasses off. "John? Give me one reason I shouldn't hex you until you can't move."
"Ah, chére, we have a proposition for you that might spark your interest."
She spoke warily (which is always a good idea when dealing with Remy) "What is it Gambit?"
"Well," he turned to Pyro. "Why don't you explain it?"
"We're going to pull a job. Remy here just got out and wants to pull one last one before going straight y'know, sheila, and he found the best place to hit…"
"Just get on with it!" Wanda snapped.
"Right. So anyways, we were thinking of hitting three o' the casinos in Vegas." Wanda looked at them incredulously.
"Casinos? Don't make me laugh. Do you know how many people have actually managed to rob a casino? Hundreds. And only three have ever gotten close. The first guy got a few steps. The second guy felt fresh air on his face. And the third got all the way down the driveway. But no one's ever gotten away with it. What makes you think you can do three at the same time?"
"They ain't n'ver met Remy and John now have they? So, will you help?"
"No. Now get out." The two rose and headed for the door. "Just out of curiosity, where were you geniuses planning on hitting?"
Remy turned around. "The Mirage, the..." he turned to Pyro. "The Bellagio, and the MGM Grand." John supplied.
"Right. The Bellagio and the MGM Grand." Wanda looked at them.
"Those are my brother's." Remy and John exchanged glances.
"So they are." John said.
"Why are you after his casinos?"
"One reason: he deserves it. All we need is a backer with a grudge against him- which shouldn't be hard considering half of Vegas is out to get him."
"I changed my mind. How much do you need, and when do you start?"
~~~
"Who are we going to get?" Pyro asked.
"What about Storm and Wolverine?"
"Nah. They got out a few months ago."
"Really? Why?"
"'Roro got pregnant."
"Didn't see that coming."
"Neither did the rest of us."
"Mags?"
"Dead."
"No shit. Probably couldn't have used him anyway." They both shrugged and continued on down the list.
"Toad?"
"He's in the game but his hygiene hasn't improved. You can smell him a half mile away."
Remy wrinkled his nose, remembering the smell. "Evan, sorry, Ramone is transferring- he says the dry weather would be better for his health."
"An inside person is always an advantage, and Evan good at them." Pause. "What do you think about Fuzzy for transportation? Course, now you have to take his girl too, but she ain't that bad."
"Who's the girl?"
"Kitty. You remember her right?"
Remy thought about it for a minute. "Ah,oui, she was Rogue's friend. Dey in den?"
"We can ask. I'm bettin' they'll say yes."
"Good."
"Technology?"
Remy thought about it. "How's Red?"
"Not as stuck up anymore."
"We'll get her then. The only reason we never used her was because she always acted like she a stick up her ass. But now that she's loosened up…" Remy trailed off.
"I'll call her." John said, grinning.
"Explosives?"
"Easy. BoomBoom. Although availability might be a problem."
~~~
"Ready?" BoomBoom asked. The others nodded.
"Hold on to your knickers." She said, putting her hands together. Cherry bombs appeared in her hands, and she threw them at the door. It exploded. Tabby headed into the vault, and the alarms jangled.
"You had one job! One! Get rid of the alarms! Damn tossers." BoomBoom said, standing in the vault.
~
"Stand here." The officer said, leading Tabby to one of the cars. Just then John came towards them. He held up an ID.
"Bobby Towers. FBI. I see you caught them. Little cherry bombs?" he asked the officer.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"It's her standard MO. Hello, Tabitha. Did you search her for booby traps?" He took the officers silence as a no. "Get me Findlay."
"Who?"
"Just find him!" John snapped. He undid their handcuffs after the officer walked away and waited as Tabby placed a cherry bomb or two under the car. He led them away quickly.
"Great to be working with proper villains again." Tabby said, crowing when the car exploded.
"Weren't expecting that shit were ya!"
~~~
"Scott?"
"Haven't heard from him, but I know he's in California." Pyro said.
"Will he do it?" Remy asked.
"Don't know."
"You could ask him."
"Hey" said Pyro, turning the car. "I could ask him."
~~~
'Which one is Amara? Haven't seen her in years."
"That's her. The acrobat."
"They're all acrobats, homme."
Pyro grinned in appreciation. "The one who's up right now."
Remy looked at her. "That doesn't seem so hard." Just then she flipped halfway across the stage.
"We got a grease girl." Remy said.
"We got a grease girl." Pyro agreed.
~California~
"Hey Scott."
"What now John? Why are you here? I was trying to enjoy myself."
"Ya hurt my feelings mate. I jus' wanted to ask you something."
"A job?"
"C'mon. I've got box seats."
"So," Scott said when they arrived at the seats. "What's the job?"
John leaned over and whispered in his ear. He dropped a plane ticket on Scott's lap "Red'll be there." He said and left. Scott stared at the ticket meditatively.
~~~
Remy and John were in a bar. John, exhausted, had his head down on the bar.
"And Scott makes ten. D' y' think we need one more?"
John didn't answer.
"You think we need one more."
Again, John didn't answer.
"Ok, we'll get one more."