AN: So you guys are getting an update. For two reasons: 1) I have been threatened with being poked 2) I don't want to do school work right now. Since I am starting this at 1 in the morning I suspect that it may not be up to my previous standards. Also this chapter is Remy centric but very important for the plot so you will just have to wait for the Romy fluff to continue.
Remy stood at the counter of the 7-11 trying to find a suitable brand of cigarettes. The young cashier looks up at him expectantly. "Remy take da blue ones. Ao." The girl places the cigarettes on the counter as he pays her for both the cigarettes and the half dozen packs of playing cards he had previously placed on the counter for her to ring up. After counting his money and change, she places his purchases into a plastic bag and hands the bag to him.
He walks out the door immediately lighting up a cigarette. He starts walking down the street apparently lost in thought. It is nearly two in the morning and the streets are reaching their emptiest.
Its almost time. Remy should be getting to the site. Its too bad Remy couldn't have stayed with Stormy longer it was fun to run into her. Maybe Remy should look her up more often when he is back in the States. At least once Remy finishes this job he'll have another million in the bank. Then maybe Remy can go back to the States to stay for a while. It would be nice to be in a country where people spoke English all the time instead of bouncing from one country to the next as the jobs come in. Even if I can't go home I can at least see Henri and Mercy somewhere outside of New Orleans. Yeah that is what Remy will do. Finish this job collect his money and spend the rest of the time Stormy is here hanging out with her. Then I'll get a ticket on her flight home. But for now Remy must become Gambit and do the job he has been hired for.
He looks up at a street sign as he approaches a corner. Seeing that he has nearly reached his destination he turns the corner into an alleyway running between two buildings. Once there he uses his bo staff to expertly vault his body up on to the roof of the nearby building. He looks around quickly to get his bearings and head off across the rooftops.
He travels as silently as a cat stalking its prey. If anyone were to catch a glimpse of him, she would have thought it was a trick of the light. Suddenly he stops in a crouch looking across a small alley at a non-descript building.
The building fits in with the area surrounding it. Standing around five stories tall, it looks like any other office building in the world. There is a double door situated in the middle of the street side and a grid of windows. Few of these are lighted seeing, as the only people present are the security detail that most of the residents of the area do not even suspect exist. However, this normalcy hides a plethora of security measures.
As Gambit well knows the rooftops is observed by motion sensitive cameras covering every inch. All of the doors are locked with swipe card access and the hallways are patrolled by five guards. The guards switch floors after every sweep of the floor.
Having studied the building for a week straight Gambit has decided that this is the best time to strike. He has timed every guard's movement and every inch of the blue print supplied by his employer. And now is the time. The guards' rotations leave a small gap of time for him to get into the building without being noticed.
He checks his coat making sure he has all of his tools. He then unwraps the cellophane coating on the packs of cards placing each deck into a separate pocket save the last. This last pack he opens and shuffles quickly.
Moving around the rooftop so that he can see the back wall of the building he pulls out two cards. Gambit holds the cards in his hand as they take on a pink glow. At the last moment when the glow seems ready to take over and spread to his whole body he flings the cards. Expertly the cards arc to their targets taking out the two security cameras located on the back of the building.
He then leaps gracefully down to the ground landing with the ease of a cat. He makes his way to the door pulling a small palm pilot and a card attachment from the depth of his jacket. Quickly sliding his card attachment through the reader located next to the door. Gambit then looks over the palm's screen and taps lightly a few times. Then with a satisfied smirk, he checks the time.
Two minutes pass then he swipes the card again. Softly as if by magic, the door lock clicks. He swiftly pulls open the door and walks confidently into the building. Owing to the guards patrol he knows that the hallway floors are free of security measures.
He moves quickly to make it to the stairwell before the guard finishes making his way down from the fifth floor. He knows that this will be the most difficult part of his mission. The simple solution would be take the guard out as he moves through the doorway but that would be too easy and create complications in the long run. And anyway, Gambit is the prince of thieves he has no need to take the simple way through this simple job.
Hearing the guard feet descending the stairs he flips himself up to the ceiling holding his body up with sheer willpower. As the guard opens, the door to enter the hallway Gambit sees his opening and dives through the opening behind the guards back between the shutting door and its frame. He pauses in a crouch waiting for the guard to raise an alarm or at least open the door.
Seconds pass and Gambit decides that he is safe. He begins running up the stairwell making his way to the fourth floor. His soft footfalls are nearly inaudible as compared to the guards heavy plodding of just minutes earlier. Reaching his goal of the fourth floor, he stands next to the door listening intently while checking his watch.
Gauging that the guard is at his furthest corner of the building from this particular stairwell he slowly opens the door careful for any unexpected noises. He moves through as soon as the doorway has opened enough to let his slim form can pass. Keeping a tight hold on the door he closes it just as silently as when he opened it. He then makes his way through the hallways to his destination.
Upon reaching the door, he kneels down pulling out his lock picking tools. In a matter of seconds, Gambit opens the door and walks into the room. He walks over to the computer and begins hacking his way into the system. Placing a USB key
Half way into the system, the light above him come on. He spins around rapidly coming face to face with a security guard.
"Merde"
"Hands up.Slowly."
Gambit slowly up above his head carefully shifting his wrists imperceptibly to make the cards available with his next movement. Now he is left with waiting for his opening.
Maudit. What went wrong. Gambit never get caught. Maybe it just be bad luck. It could be the guard just happened to look in and see the computer screen. I should have darkened the screen more. Merde. Remy wasn't even halfway through the computer system. This is tres mal. Not to mention how much trouble Remy gonna have if the cops show up. There is no way Remy gonna finish this job without causing some destruction. Comes with the territory. Just have to find the right moment.
"What are you doing here?" queries the guard.
Gambit spits back "Aucun de vos affaires."
The guard glares at him debating what to do next. Seeing the guard hesitate Gambit makes his move. With fluidity almost impossible to believe, he drops his arm letting the cards slide down to his hand. They then begin to glow a bright pink right before he lets them fly at the guard knocking him down and out.
In a quick spin, he turns back to the computer glancing at his watch. Noticing the time he realizes he has only three minutes to complete his task before the next guard would come to make his rounds.
Kneeling before the computer Gambits fingers begin to fly over the keyboard at a pace faster then even he thought possible. With a minute to spare, he grabs the USB key onto which he had downloaded all of the desired information.
"Time tah go," he whispers as he walks out the door headed towards the neared window. Despite being four floors up he knows that the only way out of this situation is through that window. It is only a matter of time until the next guard enters the floor and raises the alarm upon finding his stricken friend.
Pulling out the jack of heart he kisses then card then charges it up to fling at the window. Turning his back on the window to protect his body from the shattering glass he waits for the explosion.
BOOM! The noise echoes throughout the neighborhood.
"Someone gonna notice dat fa sure."
Gambit then gets a running start leaping through the window praying that he will make it to the next roof. Midair he tucks his body into a ball landing with a roll on the nearest building. Without a second hesitation, he takes off across the rooftops.
In a seemingly random course, he makes his way to the location of his employer. However, within sight of the building he stops short. The street below him is filled with police cars. He stops waiting for the cops to leave before he make his move.
Remy waits perched on the rooftop like a gargoyle until the cops lead out a man in cuffs. To his dismay, the man they have arrested is his employer.
Merde. What is Remy going to do? Between the guards and this, the cops will be after Remy for sure. Gonna have to make a break for it. So much for taking a break from life on the run. Definitely need to get out of Kyoto much too small of a town. Time to head up to Tokyo from there it should be possible to get a flight out from there.
Having come to his decision Remy heads off in the direction of the train station hoping to get on his way before the authorities started nosing around. Thanking the powers that be once again for giving him the foresight to leave the majority of his possessions at the main station and taking only his clothing to the hotel.
After a few blocks, Remy spots a back alley and descents from the rooftop down onto the streets making his way in a very nonchalant way towards the central train station.
AN: Translations – I'm not translating swear words
1)Ao - blue
2)Tres mal - very bad
3) Aucun de vos affaires - none of your business