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walkie talkie

Around 3 years later…

Remy LeBeau yawned and pointedly and looked at his watch for the third time in the last ten minutes. It was 7pm on a Saturday and he was listening to Scott 'can't walk right coz of the pole lodged up my ass' Summers rant about team-work, strategy and who knows what else, all while trying to suppress the rising urge to throttle his neck for making him endure this when he could be doing anything else.

He actually had a fairly high tolerance level for the guy when he wasn't in leader mode, after all anyone who could comprehend the genius of monty python wasn't beyond all hope, but as soon as Scott put on the X-man uniform, well corpses had a better sense of fun.

Scott ranted on oblivious to the fact that no one, not even Jean was listening to him and Remys fingers had begun to twitch convulsively. Remy was saved from death by boredom when Professor Xavier's metal summons echoed in their heads. The entire group let out a sigh of relief and stalked off without even waiting for Scott to finish.

It had been almost a year and a half since Remy had joined ranks with the x-men and it had been an…interesting eighteen months to say the least. He wasn't even sure what had prompted him to join in the first place. Rogue had left with the x-men after their little adventure and Remy had gone back to the Thieves Guild.

Everything was fine at first he had gone about his life and reminded all of New Orleans why he was the Prince of Thieves and the King of Hearts, but somehow along the way it seemed to lose meaning and he began to look for something more then booze and women to fill his time. Somewhere along the way he, Le Diablo Blanc, one of the heirs of the thieves Guild and self appointed ladies man of New Orleans had grown a conscience and somewhere in hell he just knew the devil was having a friggen snowball fight in his honour.

After putting it off for as long as possible he packed his bags, got on his bike and headed once again for Bayville New York, keeping in mind this time his tante Mattie's not so subtle threats about actually keeping in touch this time. It was time to take Charles Xavier up on his invitation.

He had turned up outside Xavier's institute about two weeks and a couple of pit-stops later to be greeted by a suspicious Wolverine, a welcoming Storm and a slightly knowing Professor Xavier. He was delighted but not very surprised to discover tat his old friend Poitr had joined the group almost seven months ago, he missed the pile of scrap metal more then he admitted and was slightly disappointed when he heard that Piotr had had neither sight nor sound from Pyro.

Another development was the apparent departure of Rogue. When he'd asked her brother and her best friend where the chere was, a look passed between them and they simply said they didn't know where she was or when she'd be back and changed the subject…they were terrible liars. He pushed the dilemma to the back of his mind to examine at a later date but had inevitably forgotten about it altogether except wonder idly about it from time to time.

He settled in quickly and established a place for himself on the team and contented himself with pissing Wolverine off on a daily basis by completely disregarding any and all rules laid down.

And here he was nearly two years later sitting in the professor's office not listening to another briefing for yet another mission…all in all life was good.

"I want you to go check out the situation. Make sure Wanda and Pyro are not up to anything. There's something about this which worries me. Since it's out in the open I don't want you to wear your uniforms, we need to be as inconspicuous as possible. And I want you to be extra careful this time. I was only able to detect them because they choose to use their powers; something kept me from reading their minds..."

Remy's head snapped up at what the professor said. "Wat Johnny's back in town?" "Yes Gambit and if you had been paying attention during the briefing you would have known that. Remy ignored the barb Scott threw at him and glanced with concern at Piotr who was sitting on the couch next to his girlfriend Kitty a.k.a. Shadowkat. He saw the same concern he was feeling mirrored in his eyes. "Okay team lets move out." Scott and Jean left to change into their uniforms leaving the others to follow.

Remy sat in the Blackbird with the rest of the senior team. Piotr and Remy were chosen for the mission because they had worked with Pyro in the past and knew what to expect also because the professor hoped they could get the pyromaniac to see reason. Remy snorted at the thought as he shuffled the deck of cards in his hand. 'Don' know bout Scarlet but reasonin' wit Johnny bout as likely as gettin' de Wolverine and Sabby t' sit down t' tea.' The Professor had traced Wanda and Pyro's signature to the New York docks and thanks to the Blackbird's speed they got there in no time.

"Okay people fan out, keep your eyes open and keep radio contact."

After giving out the instructions Wolverine turned and began sniffing around for the scents. Remy shrugged and randomly choose a direction heading away from the group.

The docks were not a safe place to be at night. Unfortunately no one seemed to have informed the man who was now meandering through the piles of stacked craters whistling as if he didn't have a care in the world. He looked to be in his early twenties; he had bright orange hair and was wearing jeans a black t-shirt with a black short-sleeved shirt with flame designs over it. He continued meandering through the docks absently playing with a lighter.

Two shapes disconnected themselves from the shadows cast by the stacks of crates and began to stalk the young man. "You lost?" The young man whirled round and found himself face to face with two women dressed in jeans and tank tops.

"Oh hey, Sheila's didn't see you there." The guy rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at being caught off guard. The two women smiled at the sound of his accent and their eyes took on a predatory glint.

"Don't worry," suddenly their faces morphed into something monstrous, their eyes turned a feral yellow, their canines shifted and turned to fangs as their foreheads became ridged, "we'll take care of you."

The guy's eyes widened in apparent fear and the two waited in anticipation of their food to start running, the fun part of the hunt. "Wow that's a neat trick mates wanna see mine?"

They started to get nervous this isn't how prey was supposed to act. Suddenly he flicked open his lighter and formed a fireball, which he manipulated into a dragon. The dragon swooped in on the two women its jaws wide open before they could even think of reacting. Their agonized screams were abruptly cut off as they exploded into a cloud of dust.

Pyro looked down at the twin piles of dust before him with a frown of annoyance beginning to form. "Aw they were no fun." He brightened up the next minute and grinned in child-like pleasure. "Oh well toime ta foind moy Sheila Oi guess" Pyro grinned and pulled out a walkie-talkie.

Hey luv Marco

There was a few seconds of static followed by a crash and a string of very colourful curses delivered in a distinctive Southern drawl before he heard Wanda's voice over the airway.

Polo, do we really have to play this fucking game every time you get a walkie talkie, all good over here by the way, how bout you?

Well what else am oi gonna do with a walkie talkie when Xander threatened me wit decapitation if oi talk dirty over them again. Areas cleared out and you sure everythins ok over there

Uh yeah one of the idiots decided to call Rogue skunk head, you'd think even brain dead idiots would learn after the first hundred thousand times.

Pyro cackled as he heard the amusement in his girlfriends tone and at the mental images he was getting. Insulting Rogues hair was like insulting Buffy's height, hazardous to your health, not even he was that nuts.

Right on my way Rodger Wilco Charlie and Sam

Pyro turned and skipped off unaware of the eyes following him, Kitty stuck her head all the way out of the crate she had been hiding in blinking in confusion at what she had just seen and heard.

"What the FUCK was that all about?"

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