My enemy's enemy

The visit to the biker bar that Wolverine hadn't bothered to entered had turned out to be quite profitable. Not only had they found a place to rest over night, but also meet someone that knew something about Bogan.

For all the asking around that they had done, very few knew who it was and those that knew most often chose not to tell anything. They was to frightened.

Now here was a woman that knew lots about him, openly hated him and didn't seem to be scared at all. It all seemed to be to good to be true.

~o~

When the others came to the house that Wolverine had directed them to they were watchful, fearing a trap. Inside Logan sat on a couch talking to the woman, trying to get some more information out of her. When Remy LeBeau, aka Gambit, saw who it was his chin virtually dropped to the floor.

"Mon Diue!"

"What is it Gambit?" Storm asked, a bit confused.

"Tessa, what de' 'ell 'appened t' you?"

"You two know each other? Gumbo explain yer self." Logan said looking from Tessa to Remy.

"I see the guilt threw you you out, Remy." Tessa told him coldly.

"T'is be a freaking trap! S'e w'it 'ellfire!"

"The Hellfire club? You know what they did to Jean?" Logan's adamantium claws extended from his knuckles.

Unmoved Tessa looked at them. "Not for the moment, but it might change depending on circumstances. And I do know what happened to Jean Gray."

"You're S'aw's personal assistant! Like 'eck you would get out of de club un'armed!"

"After my dust with Bogan I had became a liability, but I'm too valuable to get rid off."

"We need to know your history with Bogan if we're going to be able to trust you." Logan said, claws still pointed towards her.

"Fine. Bogan is Lord Imperial of the Hellfire club. The one that monitors everything the club does. Not many know of that position, and those that do know, well, most thinks that it is just a myth. There was a game of cards between Bogan's puppet Oliver Ryland and Shaw. If Shaw won he would get a fortune and if he lost, Emma Frost, the Withe Queen, would belong to Bogan. She would be one of his pets. I helped Shaw to win, there was only one catch. Bogan never loses. He honored their wager, but he knew I was the reason he lost. He kidnapped me and branded my face. He tried to make me one of his pets. He failed. Not even he could break through my mental protections. When he left to take care of some other 'business', as he called it, I was able to escape."

"Bogan took you and you was able to escape?" Rogue said in disbelief.

Tessa nodded. "Shaw thought that Bogan was trying to get to him through me, so for my own safety I was to hide. Apparently we should have been more careful when we picked an location, since you have been able to track Bogan here."

"I believe that she's telling the truth." Lucas Bishop was up to then one of the few members of the group that had remained silent.

"Ye think we can trust her?" Logan asked him.

Before Bishop could answer Tessa interrupted. "You should already know that you can not trust anyone."

"We must trust each other to be able to work as a team." Storm said stearnly.

For Tessa's vision Storm multiple in the same way the biker had. Some of her doubles looked like monster and others like angles.

"So, are you going to go after Bogan yourselves or accept my offer to join you in order to take Bogan down?" She ignored what she was seeing, the data would be analyzed later.

"You will have our trust for now." Storm told Tessa. "And for now we'll try to give you our trust."

~o~

Farthest away from Tessa stood Remy and Rogue. She looked up to him and whispered to him. "Ah still don't trust her."

"Dey gave us de benefit of doubt w'en we first joined. Dey trusted us, per'aps we s'ould try to do de same fer ot'ers."

"There's just something about her that doesn't fell right. Hey, swamp rat, how did ye know her?"

"De t'ieve's guilt 'as connections to de club. Ain't part ov it, but we get to go to t'eir gala. Met 'er there, chere."

Rogue tucked the withe strand of her hair behind her ear and squinted at Remy.

"There's so much Ah don't know 'bout ye."

"In time you will, ma belle."

"We know less 'bout her, an' that isn't reassuring."

"Apprendre à vivre avec elle. Learn to live w'it it."

~o~

"Fill me in on the details of your plan." Tessa and Storm sat in the living room early in the morning while the others slept.

"Well, there is this old mansion that we've found interesting. That is were we think that he is."

"Is it you or the x-men who thinks so?"

Storm looked startled at the question. It wasn't what she had expected. "Why do you ask?"

"You sounded doubtful about it."

"I assure you that it is what we all think."

"If you don't mind I would like to double check everything, just to be sure."

"Go ahead, but I don't think that you have time to get it all done before nightfall. You know that it is then that we intend to make our move."

"I think that I can make it."

Tessa reached out for a pare of shades with red lenses lying on the table.

The shades was a invention of hers, she had started working on them in the Omniverse. Unlike Shaw she still had memories of the place, from the moment they came to the moment she passed out with Roma's hands around her head.

Working on getting the shades done had been a pastime since she left her place under Shaw's wings. A few weeks earlier they had been done and fully functional, because these were no normal shades.

Before Tessa reached the shades they moved, flew into her hand. Behind a unreadable mask Tessa hid her shock. That wasn't supposed to happen.

"Your telekinetic." Ororo ascertained, pleased to winally know what the other woman's power was.

"No..." Tessa's voice drifted off. "I am not telekinetic."

"Then what was that? I didn't do anything with the winds to lift them."

Three words that Tessa hated to say was forced to pass he full lips. "I don't know."

There was a moment of awkward silence before Tessa continued.

"These isn't a normal pare of glasses. It is a pare of cybernetic-shades. They enables me to access every data network in the world, even it it isn't connected to the Internet. With them I can tap in anywhere. They can show holographic images and collect data. And that is just the the beginning of what they can achieve."

~o~

What worried Tessa the most about going up against Bogan, was the fact that her control had slipped, not only once, but many times. Not even when her powers manifested had she not been able to have full control.

Something wasn't right and when dealing with Bogan she could not allow herself to have powers flaring out every now and then. She wasn't sure that it was her powers, over those she had always had a iron grip, but thees powers she had trouble grasping no mater how hard she tried.

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Author's Note: Once again I has to apologize about writing accents. They always turn out terrible. For a reminder: I have replaced the H:es in Remy's speech with ' because French people don't pronounce h. Mon Diue means My God and Apprendre à vivre avec elle means more correctly learning to live with it. At least according to Google Translate. If it's wrong don't blame me, I'm not good at French. But I think that you are very good at leaving reviews, so do it. I'm going to be so happy if you do.