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Knife in the Dark: Scene 07"So do you t'ink Vixen missin' me yet?" Gambit slurred, refilling his glass a little messily with even more tequila. He had no idea what time it was, only that they had been drinking for a very long time.
"What?" Logan asked, blinking as he tried to focus on the Cajun. "Hell no. Get yourself your own girl Gumbo, stop droolin' after mine."
"Okay." Gambit agreed amicably enough, glancing round the bar. He was disappointed to see there weren't very many women in it at all. He decided he'd not drunk anywhere near enough to go after the few that were about, and so gave up. "Maybe later, eh?"
"Sure." Logan nodded. "Don't blame you, traitor."
"Why you call me a traitor Wolverine?" Gambit slammed his fist down on the table a little harder than was needed, making some of the regulars glance over and Wolverine jump. "I ain't traitored on nobody."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"Oh." Logan tried to think of a good argument for why the Cajun was a traitor. He couldn't remember any, so decided to just take Gambit's word for it. "Okay."
"So do you t'ink Vixen missin' you yet?" Gambit pried as Logan drained another tequila.
"I dunno." Logan answered truthfully. "I hope so. What about you, you missin' anybody yet?"
"I got tequila, I got cards, I got a super jet t'ing parked over that hill, an' I got tequila." Gambit answered resolutely, waving a hand in the direction of the jet. "Gambit don't need much to make him feel at home, oui?"
"Tequila is good." Logan mused. "But what about your little sidekick girl…" Blaze's name had totally escaped him, so instead he waved his hand about in the air at about Blaze's height as if that would make his words clearer.
"Huh." Gambit shook his head and downed another tequila before answering. "Maybe, but you don't go tellin' her that for nothin', you got it?"
"I got it." Wolverine nodded to prove his point. The motion proved a little much for him, and he suddenly went green. Lurching to his feet he looked around frantically to see where the men's room had run to this time. "Back in a minute…"
"Take your time." Gambit told Logan's back cheerfully, refilling his glass. "Me an' dis tequila got some serious stuff to talk about…"
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"Cyclops…" Dice moaned yet again as his teacher lay underneath Dr Grey's car, trying to tune something. The result was that Dice was talking to Scott's feet. "We're out of waffles already. Mika took mine and when I complained to Mrs Grey, she told me not to whinge and Mika is so much littler than me and…"
There was a burbling noise that cut Dice off short. Scott sat up instinctively and slammed his head on the underside of the SUV. He barely had time to realise what had happened before someone was grabbing his feet and hauling him out into the morning light.
"Scott Summers." A soldier addressed him, whilst another laid Dice on the grass of the Grey's front lawn. The boy was still breathing, but unconscious. Scott glanced around as more troops ran circles around the house armed to the teeth.
"No! Don't hurt them! They're just kids!" Cyclops tried to argue, tried to get to his feet. A soldier pushed him back down to his knees again with his weapon. "Back off!" Scott ordered, his finger going to the trigger on his visor. The soldiers didn't, so Scott blasted three of them four feet into the air. "I said back off! Let the kids go!"
A fight ensued that gave the Greys a chance to rustle three quarters of the children out the back door and away through the grounds of their rambling house. A few children were grabbed and thrown in the back of an armoured van like cattle. Scott put up a brave fight by himself. But the odds were overwhelming, and eventually he slumped exhausted to the floor, riddled with tazer wires and muzzy with gas.
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Blaze returned to the mill alone. Stifle had done a mysterious disappearing act some time that morning. It was now after lunch and Blaze felt a little more refreshed for some sleep and a meal inside her. The wooden panel peeled back easily enough, but when she entered the derelict building there was no one to be seen.
"Hello?" She called out, "Anyone home?"
"Maybe." It was Indigo, appearing from behind a pillar with his arms folded. "Keep it down, some of us are sleeping."
"Sorry." Blaze apologised, "Look Indie…"
"Shut up." Indie told her, coming to stand very close to her, backing her up against the wall. Blaze felt a sudden swell of fear, not that he would hurt her but that he might force her to hurt him. "What do you want from us? We don't need you here woman."
"I only want to help…" Blaze started, but Indie placed his hand over her mouth and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "No, you don't. I don't trust Stifle and I don't trust you. It'd be best if you just left. Now."
"Hi Blaze." It was Carly. Indie backed away as his gang member called out. "Are we starting lessons today?" Blaze stared Indie down for a second, before agreeing to the girl's request.