Devil in the Church: Chapter 3

Following the map I'd memorized, I made my way toward the parking lot until my phone rang. Not recognizing the number, I changed directions, moving into an empty hall away from the few students wandering around just in case.

"Bonjour…" I barely greeted when a high pitched panicked voice interrupted me.

"Gambit!OhmygodyouhavetohelpDinahbecausesheneedshelpbutIdon'tknowwhat'sgoingonandshe'sbeenwierdalldayandandthenleftanoteandIdon'tknowwhattodo!"

"Whoa, slow your roll, ma petite," I said recognizing Angela's voice, though not much of what she actually said. The young girl sounded like she was trying to talk through a panic attack, and that didn't spell anything good, as Angela didn't rattle easy. "Take a breath and tell me what's wrong."

"Dinah's in trouble!"

"Girl Scout Dinah?" I asked trying to place the half familiar name. "The shy girl that wouldn't practice tying up Triumph? That Dinah?"

"Yeah, she's been weird all day and now she's gone!"

"That doesn't necessarily mean she's in trouble, Angela. You told me she's been acting strangely for a while now."

"She is!" the still panicked girl shouted loud enough for me to pull the phone from my ear. "You have to help her!"

"Alright," I assured the younger girl. Angela wasn't the type to spin tales like this for no reason. I'd made it clear when I had given her this number that it was for emergencies only, like if the Empire moved into her neighborhood, which considering how close that line was, could have been an issue.

The Empire…

Oh shit.

Leaving the empty hallway behind, I started heading to the parking lot again, faster than before, not bothering with trying to blend in. "Tell me exactly what happened."

"All day Dinah's been really quiet, like, way more quiet than she normally is," Angela explained, thankfully sounding less rushed than she had earlier. "And she was sitting next to me in Social Studies, which was really weird because she never sits next to me. She always sits with Kevin and Stacy…"

"Angela."

"Sorry!"

"It's fine, ma chère, but I need to know what happened."

"Okay. So, she's sitting next to me, and then the teacher answers the phone and tells Dinah that she needs to get her stuff and go to the office. And Dinah's never in trouble, you know? But Dinah never says anything. Her eyes got big and she started shaking but she got her stuff and left."

"Alright, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's in trouble, Angela."

"No, you don't get it. She left a note on her desk, Gambit! I thought it was notes from class and was going to save it for her but when I looked all it said was 'Help Me'. Dinah's in trouble!"

Almost to the doors, I froze. Somehow, Dinah had known what was going to happen. Expected it enough to have written a note telling whoever found it that she as in trouble. But why wouldn't she tell someone before…

Obviously because no one would believe a little kid knowing about something like that. They would think it was attention seeking or something similar. But how did she know about it in the first place? Maybe someone's kid warned her or something? Maybe, but how had they known something was going on?

Shaking my head, I cast aside those thoughts. How she'd figured it out wasn't as important as the fact that she had, and now needed help.

"Where are you, Angela?"

"Nurse's office," the pre-teen answered immediately. "I asked to go to the bathroom and tried looking for Dinah but she was gone. I was going to go to the office but there's two kinda scary guys there so I lied to the nurse about Rodney having an accident and when she left to check on him, I called you."

"Tell me about the scary men."

"They look important. Like the guys at the bank, but they don't smile. And they're big and I don't know why but they scare me."

"White guys?" I asked, really hoping I was wrong.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

Fuck!

"Listen to me very carefully, Angela," I stressed, throwing my pack aside and exiting the doors. "If the scary guys are who I think they are, you stay away from them. Stay in the nurse's office, you hear? No matter what happens, you stay right there."

"Okay," she whispered quietly.

"Promise."

"...I promise."

"Okay," I nodded, looking around the parking lot while reviewing the mental map I had for the Bay, trying to plan the quickest route. "You're at Lord's Elementary, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Sit tight. I'll be there soon."

Lord's wasn't far if I was remembering it right. But time was a factor. Moving through the parking lot I gave each of the cars barely a glance before something at the far back caught my attention. A large van.

Decaled with a huge PRT symbol.

Turning slightly to minimize my profile, I put a pickup between us to block line of sight as I look a closer look. Where there was a van like that, there were PRT agents with foam sprayers, and I had a good idea why they were here and who they were after.

"Good response time," I groused to myself.

Of course they kept a van nearby to protect their Wards. I thought that thing with Glory Girl had mostly been between us, but I guessed either her or Gallant had decided that they really didn't want me here and called in the cavalry. I knew I should have picked Winslow. It wasn't as good as Arcadia, but I'd bet the Protectorate didn't have any of their people going there. Definitely wouldn't have had to deal with Little Miss Teen Titan.

I needed to be gone. Now more than ever.

Cursing internally, I looked at the cars around me until my gaze settled on a steel blue Camaro that was absolutely screaming 'rich boy's toy'.

Fine. If they wanted Gambit to be the villain, then Gambit would be the villain.

Keeping one eye on the van, I pulled the slim jim from where I'd sewn it into my coat. Seconds later I opened the door reaching under the dash. A quick pull brought down a mess of wires. Picking the ones I needed, I applied a touch of my power, cutting them. A few twists of my fingers connected broken lines and I smirked, hearing the engine roar to life. Twenty seconds. Not too bad if I say so myself. Not a new record, but respectable. Even Car Jack would have nodded.

Taking out my useless contacts before they became a liability, I put in the ear bud, then reluctantly dialed Danny. This was not a conversation that was going to end well, but he needed to know before the Protectorate kicked in his door.

"Renée. How was…"

"There's a problem," I interrupted him, sharply backing up before shifting to first. Tires squealed as I accelerated, drowning out Danny's response, but I still heard his voice change from friendly to very worried.

"What kind of problem? What happened?" he repeated.

"What hasn't?" I asked bitterly, giving only enough attention to the street to avoid an accident before tearing into traffic. "Short story, I got into an argument with Glory Girl of New Wave and now there's a PRT van here looking for me."

"Excuse me?"

"You know who…"

"Yes, Renée, I know who she is but what I don't know is how you got into an argument with her that resulted in the PRT being involved."

"Apparently she's dating Gallant and Gallant outed me to her," I explained, turning the wheel enough to get around the car in front of me while shifting to third.

"I also ran into Clockblocker and we recognized each other. Which is probably what set off the whole damn thing since Gallant doesn't like me. I thought it was dealt with but there's a PRT van here."

"Listen, Renée. We'll figure this out…"

"There's nothing to figure out, Danny. I'm going to ground and you need to get ready for when they come to you, because they will. Soon, judging by how fast they got here."

"What the hell happened?" Danny didn't quite shout, but his elevated voice definitely showed his surprise at what I was telling him. "Just how out of hand did this argument get?"

"I didn't do anything but that doesn't matter," I answered, slowing slightly as I cut the wheel. My heart started beating faster when I realized I was going a bit too fast for how sharp I was turning.

Ignoring the sound of car horns blaring and screeching tires from those around me as I half slid into the intersection, I concentrated on not wrecking this thing. Once safely through, I chanced a quick look through the rearview mirror, thankfully seeing that I hadn't caused an accident, but it had been a close thing.

Taking a steadying breath, I continued, "I told you before, heroes don't care about people like me. I don't know what they told the PRT, but I'm going to ground just as soon as I take care of something."

"Where? This isn't New Orleans, Renée. You don't have a place to go to ground here."

"I'll figure it out. I'll call Jess..."

"No you won't," Danny interrupted me this time. "Do you remember where that old factory I pointed out to you last week is?"

"The paper mill?"

"Estate Paper, yes."

"Yeah…"

"Good. Go there. You'll find a clean area to stay with bottled water and a small generator. No one should find you there unless you do something that brings attention. That area is almost completely abandoned."

"You have a safe house?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Don't sound so surprised," Danny answered dryly. "I had it cleaned up and made ready only a few days after we got back from New Orleans."

"Definitely a minion," I muttered fondly, half to myself. "No mere henchmen would have had the foresight to have something like that in place. Why did you do it?"

"Just in case," Danny's voice answered seriously. "I wasn't sure just how much trouble was going to follow us back and this was before your lawyer managed everything he had. I have no intention of losing you again, Renée."

"Danny…"

"Besides," he continued. "At the 201st we learned long ago to take care of our own problems, and out here on the fringes of the city, we've had our share of problems. Sometimes, that meant a few guys needed a place out of sight until misunderstandings could be dealt with. Estate Paper is one such place and one that's never been found. You'll be safe there until we can figure out what is going on and fix it."

"Danny, I don't think this is something that can be easily fixed." Sighing, I pushed down my emotions. "There's another issue, one I'm heading out to deal with right now. I don't have time to do this quietly."

"What else happened?"

Recognizing the street name ahead as my last turn, I cut into the intersection again leaving behind a canopy of noise in my wake. Lords wasn't far now.

"You know those girl scouts I was hanging out with?" I asked. Without pausing for him to answer, I continued. "One of them is in trouble. I'm not sure how the Empire figured it out but before the thing with Glory Girl, I was talking to Clockblocker. He mentioned Assault was telling people I was responsible for narcing on that pit fight last night. All it would take is a sympathizer over hearing just enough to put the pieces together and Clock mentioned rumors fly fast in that building. All I do know is that someone's trying to kidnap one of the girls. I'm not going to let her take the fall for me working with heroes."

"What can I do to help?"

Seeing the school ahead, I licked my lips. "When the PRT comes to you, don't try and protect me. Just do what they want."

"That is not going to happen."

"I'm not going to have you throw everything away for my problems, Danny! I know these people and how they operate. More than that, I know what kind of pressure they will put on you if they think you are harboring me. Tell them what they want to know and don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I've lived on the streets before."

"Renée…"

"No, Danny. These last two weeks, they've meant everything to me but that doesn't change how I've lived the last two years. I think we both knew it wasn't going to last and I'll not have you go down with me on this."

"I'm not abandoning you!"

"I'll find a way to contact you as soon as I safely can," I said. Seeing the school just ahead, I put an end to this conversation. Dinah couldn't afford me being distracted. "I have to go. Take care of yourself, Danny and...I'm sorry."

"Dammit, you're so much like your mother it scares m–!"

I didn't… couldn't, listen to more. Pulling the earbud out, I fried it and quickly did the same with my phone, before Danny could convince me to stop. That wasn't something I could allow. Not now.

I was probably already too late to do anything, but maybe someone inside would have seen the car they'd used. Angela said they were dressed like bankers, so that probably meant suits. That had to get someone's attention. It was such a thin lead but if Jess was right and their employer was as connected as they said they were, it just might be enough to work with. Even if that put me in his pocket so I had to trade favors for the intel, I couldn't let this kid take the rap for my mistakes.

With that plan in mind, I pulled into the parking lot. Everything looked fairly normal with nothing screaming 'bad guys kidnapping minors here'. Which confirmed I was too late.

Or not…

Ahead, parked in front of the office was a large black SUV. A guy in a suit standing at the side door. From where I was at on the far end of the lot, I could see the school doors open, showing two more suits. One of them holding onto Dinah's shoulder as they marched her toward the vehicle. They were half way between the doors and the car when the school doors opened again.

The familiar figure of Angela rushed out and even from here, I could hear her screaming something. The twelve year old ran full pelt for the duo with Dinah before launching herself at one of them. He stumbled but kept his feet even with Angela practically wrapping herself around his leg before sinking her teeth into it.

Even before he'd finished backhanding the little girl off him, I floored the accelerator, the Camaro's engine roaring in tandem with my own. Tacking well into the red, I shifted gears, causing the front end to lift slightly as it literally leaped forward.

Squealing tires and a roaring engine brought all attention right to the ton and a half of steel blue rocketing straight at them. I gleefully took in the surprised and panicked looks on their faces as I grabbed my seat belt, tightening it.

The one with Dinah picked her up and started running, while the one who had hit Angela spun around at the noise. The third standing outside made a break for it as well, following the one with Dinah. Doors opened and two more suits barely managed to jump out of the SUV before I slammed into it with everything my stolen car had, my feet nowhere near the breaks.

The world came to a sudden stop in an ear deafening clash of metal and plastic. The Camaro's airbag deployed, slamming into my face with enough force to dull just about everything into incandescent murmurs as my body was jolted from the dual impacts.

Sulfur infused my nose and even got into my mouth, tasting like bitter grit. Images spun with nothing making much sense for several long moments as I tried to get my bearings.

"What the fuck is this shit!?"

"Doesn't matter, just hurry up and deal with that! You alright, Adams?"

"Did you see that? That fucking little bitch bit me!"

"Stop being a pussy. Can you run or not?"

"I'm fine!"

"Good. I'm calling it in. Fish Squad isn't far for extraction. Let's go before something else tries to screw this up!"

Still reeling, I turned away from the airbag my face was resting against in time to see one of the suits step into my field of vision. The side of his head was slightly bloodied but that wasn't as important as the pistol he leveled at me.

Jerking back, his shot went through the airbag making my ears ring. Arm already on the drivers door, I cut my power loose, charging it.

A second bang -this one far louder than the first- broke, but not from the pistol aimed at me. The drivers door ripped itself free from the crumpled car, slamming into the suit with enough force to carry them both into the air and out of sight further into the parking lot. I couldn't see where he landed but a couple of thumps and breaking glass told me he probably wasn't going to come back and try to shoot me again.

With the airbag out of the way, I tried moving, but didn't get far when I felt the belt dig into me, reminding me I was wearing one. Too uncoordinated to unbuckle it, I used my power to snap it, finally getting free of the wreck.

More gunshots preceded impacts beside me. Starting to feel more present, I carefully looked over to the side trying, to see where they were coming from, only to note one of the suits running around the side of the building and vanishing from my line of sight.

"Angela?" I called out, hoping the kid was alright.

"Gambit…"

"Stay down," I instructed, taking another look to see if anyone else had stuck around to deal with me. "Are you hurt?"

"N-no. I-I think I'm o-okay."

Not seeing anyone pointing guns at me, I stood up making my way around the crumpled cars I was crouched behind. My impromptu charge managed to bury the nose of my car into their SUV far enough that a good two feet between them was indistinguishable from one another.

Coming around the back side, I spotted Angela curled up on the ground, staying very still.

"Hey," I called, waving the prone girl over to me when she looked. "Come here."

Quickly getting up, Angela scrambled over to me. Once she was close enough, I pulled her around behind me, where it was safer in case one the gunmen came back.

"I told you to stay in the nurse's office," I chided her as I looked her over for damage. Thankfully, I didn't see anything really bad except for the obvious, and that wasn't life threatening.

"I'm sorry but I saw those guys find Dinah and I wasn't going to just let them take her away!"

"You're too brave for your own good, Angela," I sighed. The bruise forming over her squinting eye seemed to be the only thing wrong with her. I knew how much that had to hurt, but the kid stared at me barely, noticing it, though she would once the adrenaline wore off. I'd had shiners like that before, and knew how much it stung.

"You're not going to let them take her, are you?" she asked shakingly. The shock was already wearing off.

"Of course not, but you have to say here, do you understand me?" I told the girl firmly. "Those are very bad men with guns, Angela. You let Gambit handle this now. I didn't come here to help your friend only for you to get shot."

"Alright."

"I'm serious. You stay here and when the police show up, tell them what happened, but you stay right here."

Seeing the girl nod rapidly, I turned my focus back to the corner the gunmen vanished behind. In the distance, I could hear the familiar sound of sirens steadily growing closer. If that was for my driving, earlier or my arrival here, I couldn't tell, but either way, it wasn't an entirely unwelcome sound.

Truth was, it was both good and bad. Good, because the more people that knew about this, the better. Bad, because they were just as likely to shoot at me as the guys I was trying to stop.

Then again, that wasn't exactly a new scenario for me to deal with either.

Leaving Angela behind the relative safety of the broken vehicles, I ran for the corner, giving the other side a quick look before ducking my head back as rapid gunfire started tearing up the brickwork.

Ignoring the frightened screams, I waited for the pause, charging a card. When it happened, I turned the corner, jumping into the air only to change direction by kicking off the wall and throwing the card.

Like I figured, he wasn't reloading and immediately opened up the second he saw me. My fast change in direction being the only thing that saved me from the hail of bullets directed my way. He wasn't so lucky, as my card hit the ground in front of him, sending him airborne in a spray of dirt and grass.

Hitting the ground before he did, I threw two more. The first hit him in the air, smashing him into the wall with bone-breaking force, with the second getting him on his way to the ground. His body bounced back with enough force to send his sunglasses and machine gun in two different directions.

Unfolding my staff about halfway, I raced past, striking the sprawled gunman in the temple. My strike sounded with a sharp crack that left no doubt in my mind he wasn't going to get up anytime soon. If nothing else, it should keep him down long enough for someone else to deal with him. I didn't have time.

Trusting to dwindling numbers and my speed to prevent another from getting a shot at me, I ran as fast as I could past the building, breaking into the open leading to the football field. There, I could see the last three far ahead, also running full tilt. One of them still had Dinah over his shoulder, but all three had their backs to me as they made for the far fenceline. I managed to close a good bit when one of them turned around and spotted me.

"Shit, she's almost on us!"

"Then fucking deal with her," the one holding Dinah shouted back.

Reaching into his jacket, the first one stopped, spinning to face me and raising the pistol he pulled, wide eyed as he noticed my charged cards already flying at him.

The first exploded on the gun, making him scream in pain. The second, third, and fourth hit him in the chest, arm, and leg, respectively sending his body flying at his comrades.

Before my fourth card had struck, another black SUV screeched to a halt on the other side of fence. The guy's body I lit up slammed into the the one not carrying Dinah, sending both to the ground in a tangle of limbs, groans, and curses.

The side door of the SUV opened, letting out another suit, this one with a rifle that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie. Pointing it at the fence, he fired, letting loose a purple laser that bisected the fence, leaving a clear three foot wide opening for the last one I was chasing.

I wasn't going to be fast enough to stop him before he got to his friends. I could feel my chances to save Dinah slipping away, even as I kept pushing myself forward, heedless of any consequences from those in front of me.

Proving my fears correct, the guy with Dinah leapt through the smoking and slagged remains of the fence, practically throwing the young girl into the vehicle with himself only a moment behind, screaming, "Go go go go go!" the whole way.

Extending my staff again, I charged it, adding a spin and putting everything I had into my swing, hitting the runner I'd knocked down a moment ago in the chest. Pain-wracked screams followed his body through the remaining distance between me and the black vehicle. He collided with the rifle wielder, and both bodies hit the back of the SUV hard enough to send it fishtailing half way across the street.

Even with the back end trying to outrace the front, the driver was able to keep enough control to keep it from stopping. Trying one last time to keep them from getting away, I threw another card, half fearing to put too much into it and hurt Dinah. It still shattered the rear and blew out the side windows when it exploded.

But even that wasn't enough to actually stop them. What it did do was give the guy I'd been chasing a clear shot at me through the broken remains of the rear window.

Seeing him point a large machine gun at me, I dove in the opposite direction the SUV was swerving, hoping that between the recoil and the motion of their getaway vehicle, it would be enough to throw off his aim.

The air erupted with the sound of automatic weapons fire, squealing tires, yelling people, far-off screams, and my own blood pounding in my ears as I rolled away, trying to not fall into the spray of death raining toward me. Somehow, something worked as he missed, tearing up the street instead of filling me with enough holes that I doubted my healing ability would save me this time.

All I could do was watch helplessly as the vehicle straightened out enough for them to race away, the eyes of the man I'd chased staring at me over the barrel of his weapon before they turned the next corner and were gone.

"Pic kee toi," I screamed uselessly after them.

'This isn't over yet,' I fumed silently, looking around for another car to steal and ignoring the broken men I had managed to stop. They weren't in any condition to tell me anything now. 'Feet pue tan.'

"You're welcome."

Spinning around, I found a young girl behind me who had most definitely not been there a moment ago. Seeing her dressed in armored panels and a skirt covered in wavy, swooping lines alternating between forest green and white with a helmet of the same color scheme, I amended that thought from girl to cape.

I recognized her instantly. After my date with Clockblocker on the boardwalk where he'd mentioned her and all the help she'd given him, I had extended my research on her, just in case I actually had a chance to meet her.

Though none of my thoughts on said meeting had gone like this. However, in retrospect, I probably should have figured that it would.

"Welcome?" I asked warily.

"For me redirecting those bullets into the street," she answered pointedly. "You have no idea how hard that is for me to do. Lucky for you, I realized what he was going to do and had just enough time to do it."

"Are you going to arrest me?"

"Thinking about it," Vista replied evenly. "You did just turn my school into a battlefield and I'm absolutely sure those cars wrecked out front aren't yours. But what I'm really interested in is why you were fighting those guys in the first place."

"They're kidnapping a friend of mine," I explained, looking away from the young cape and to where they had turned the corner. Thinking about arresting me wasn't the same as being willing to do it. There was also the fact Vista was alone, as far as I could tell, which meant she shouldn't try.

Trusting in that, and already committed to open villainy anyway, I walked across the street tword an undamaged Accord. Not my first choice for a pursuit vehicle, but it was the closest thing to me that didn't look like a turtle could out race it. "I was trying to stop them. I didn't expect them to be this...professional or well equipped."

And that was just one of the things bothering me about all this. These were not amateurs playing around with guns acting like big men. They were professionals. I'd only ever crossed paths with people like this once before, but that one time was enough to know the difference between thugs acting like soldiers, and soldiers.

Vista slowly turned to the unmoving men on the ground. Whether that was to purposely not watch me break in to the Accord right in front of her, or to visually check the would be kidnappers, I couldn't tell, nor care. "And what would you have done had you known?"

"Hit them harder," I half growled, opening the now unlocked door and ripping down the wiring. "Look, if you're not going to arrest me, I'm leaving. I need to catch up to them before they completely vanish."

If they hadn't already...

"And what is your plan for us to do that without hurting other civilians?"

"Us?" I asked, slowly turning in my seat, bare wires in my hands.

"Yes, us," Vista replied, visor covered eyes looking right at me -mid carjack- and seemingly not bothered by it. "Kidnapped kid trumps money any day."

"There is no 'us'," I stated, not getting where money was any part of this equation and pushing that out of my mind. Making my point, wires sparked, before my second stolen vehicle of the day came to life.

Frowning slightly, Vista didn't budge. "I can help you catch up to them faster than you can on your own. Safer for everyone else too. Especially if that was your driving that caused all the alarms over the police net earlier."

"Why would you help me?" I couldn't help asking, but intrigued at her lack of hostility. Also, as much as I hated admitting it even to myself, it was entirely likely I couldn't do this alone, and if anyone could help me catch up to Dinah, it was the young hero in front of me. Besides, even if only half of her reputed ability online was true, we could catch up to the kidnappers way faster than I would in this car.

"Especially," I continued, "considering I'm fairly sure that if there isn't a warrant for my arrest before I showed up here, there's one being written up now, or will be soon."

"Clockblocker vouches for you," Vista answered. "Said you were good people despite what your files says. He jokes around a lot, but he wouldn't say something like that if he didn't believe it, and I trust him. If he says you're okay, that's good enough for me."

Every second that passed felt like glass being ground into an open wound. Dinah didn't have time for me to sit here arguing with a hero. And she had helped Clock meet with me. There was still the matter of the PRT van and Arcadia to deal with, but maybe she didn't know about that?

In the end it was the expression on her face that settled me. I didn't need to see her eyes to know the look in them. Her body posture and what I could see was recognizable enough. Recognizable, because I had seen that same expression on my own face a few years ago, every time I was about to do a job that needed doing, regardless of the consequences.

… It was still a bit strange to see that look coming from a girl in such a cute costume. Whoever did costume design at the Protectorate obviously had no idea who they were putting into it.

"You understand Truce Rules?" I asked cautiously as I got out of the still running car. "Pretty sure you guys call it the Lord's Understanding or something like that."

"Is that like Endbringer Truce Rules?"

"Similar," I answered. "But without the scary city killers. If you're coming with me, it's going to be under truce rules."

"What does that mean?"

"That means that no matter what happens, I have your back and you have mine. Our enemy is out there, not each other. At the end of this thing, no matter what either of us does, you go your way, and I go mine. We can settle any accounts between us another time. The priority is Dinah."

"That works."

"Just to be absolutely clear," I stressed, walking closer to the young hero. "I'm not looking for prisoners in this thing, Vista. These are not nice guys and I'm not a hero looking to make an arrest. I am going to get ma petite back, one way or another. I don't care who they work for, I don't care what they want, I'm getting my friend back and I don't plan to be gentle about it. If you have a problem with that or how I do it, then this is where you walk, and I drive away."

"I'm not seeing a problem."

Staring into her visor, I knew she was staring right back. For whatever reason, she was committing herself to this business and I had a feeling that she understood exactly what I meant when I said I wasn't going to be gentle.

If I thought Angela had spine, Vista looked like she had metal to spare.

What the hell did that say about this city?

Mentally pushing that aside, I nodded, hoping this wasn't going to bite me in the ass like working with Assault had. "Alright. Let's go get Dinah back."

Smirking, Vista turned away, looking upward. "Not afraid of heights, are you?"

Looking where she was, I allowed myself a small chuckle. "Please, Gambit is most at home jumping rooftops."

"Remember you said that later," Vista said, still smirking. "Rooftop jumping takes on a completely different meaning when you ride the Vista Express."