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Chapter Five
Remy sat cross legged on the floor of his cell, eyes closed. Patience had never been one of his defining virtues, but he understood its import. The Cajun knew he would only get one shot at this, and he didn't intend to screw it up. It would do him no good to blow the walls and walk straight into the Marauders waiting hands.
For one, unlike Cyclops, he wasn't immune to his own powers. Lucky S.O.B. It would hardly be the highlight of the professional thief's career to be found unconscious in his cell. For another, the Marauders outnumbered him at least six to one, probably more depending on who was around at any given moment. And that wasn't even counting Sinister. Not to mention the fact that Remy was totally unarmed. They had even taken his cards.
Nope, there would be no dramatic explosions this time. No running through the base as though he was John fuckin' McClain. Personally Remy blamed Jubilee for the fact he had sat through a movie where the cop was the main character. Although, he had to admit the man had style.
Getting back on topic, subtlety was definitely the order of the day. That was okay though. Gambit had never understood why the X-men didn't seem to view a mission as a success unless they had destroyed something. He supposed that was why they were heroes and he was a thief.
Cautiously, using every trick he had picked up through a lifetime of practice. Every scrap of knowledge he had gleaned from the X-men's resident psychics, Remy probed the complex he was being held in. He had done this several times before. Always careful to avoid the curious blankness that was Sinister's presence. His Father was a skilled telepath after all.
A smirk crossed the thief's features. It seemed luck was on his side. Not only was the doctor out, but he had taken Creed with him. Thus eliminating what Gambit viewed as the two greatest obstacles to his escape. The other Marauders had their own talents true, but none of them but Chat could track him.
There wasn't going to be a better time than now to make his move the Cajun knew. He just needed to get out of the cell. Preferably without alerting everyone who was left. Remy didn't want any of them to know he had escaped until he was well and truly gone.
And unless he missed his guess, that opportunity would be coming along right about now. Gambit's grin widened as a small panel opened, a plate of food being slid inside. Perfect.
"Foods done," came Arclight's familiar voice. It was somewhat galling for the body builder to be reduced to the equivalent of a waitress. But like the others in Mr. Sinister's employ. She knew far better than to cross the other.
"Merci," Remy thanked her. "You are as generous as you are beautiful." Yeah, it was a little over the top. But he didn't need it to be perfect. He just needed an opening.
The woman snorted. "Flatterer." She moved to slide the panel shut.
"Aw come on chere," Gambit carefully wove his charm into the hastily spoken words. "Have a heart. I've been stuck in here forever." Okay, more like a week and a half, but it felt like forever.
Gambit knew he had to be careful. If Arclight realized what he was up to, it would be all over. Those who knew of his charm had always been less susceptible to it than strangers. Probably because they were more on guard around him. However, the other still thought he was collared.
"Oh all right," Arclight sighed, leaning against the outside wall. "What do you want to talk about?"
Remy shrugged, even though she couldn't see it. "You know who won the game?" he inquired adding a bit of extra zest to his words.
A pair of dark eyes rolled in their sockets, and Arclight almost walked away, but she didn't. "Don't know," the woman drawled. "Don't care."
The Cajun laughed. A low chuckle that sent chills down the woman's spine. "Point," he acknowledged. "So you seeing anyone?"
Arclight blinked in surprise. "You can't be serious?" she gasped.
"Why not?" came the reply. "I seem to be sticking around, and Rouge made it clear we are over." For good, this time. "Come one," Remy teased turning the charm up a notch. "You have to admit we had some good times."
Almost against her will the woman found herself smiling. "Yeah," she admitted. They had had some good times. "But that was a long time ago. Besides," she added. "You're in there, and I'm out here."
"We don't have to be," Gambit purred seductively.
"I am not letting you out," Arclight said flatly. Just how stupid did he think she was.
"Of course not," Remy was quick to respond sounding cut to the quick. "I was thinking you could come in here."
She could come in there, the Marauder considered. Now that was a great idea. Why hadn't she thought of it before? Strong hands reached out to open the door, revealing Gambit's handsome face.
"Hey chere," the Cajun breathed stepping forward. Then his lips were on hers in a fervent kiss that turned Arclight to putty in his hands. It wasn't hard to fake the emotion considering she had just given him his freedom.
The woman didn't even notice as Remy maneuvered them so that she was the one closer to the cell. As the kiss ended, Arclight opened her lust filled eyes to see the thief's apologetic features.
"Desolee," Gambit apologized seemingly sincere as he shoved her backwards into the cell. The door closed with a final sounding clang, cutting off the other's rage filled scream. Red on black eyes swept from one end of the hallway to the other. It was empty, just the way he wanted it.
The Cajun began his journey towards freedom. Senses alert for any sort of disturbance with each silent step he took. Gambit hadn't some this far to screw it up now. His only priority was to get away, far away. Do not collect go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.
It was somewhat of a pity really. He had liked his old coat. But he certainly wasn't going to stick around to find it. It wasn't worth his life, and he could always replace it. Truthfully, there were very few things in this life that couldn't be.
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Sorry if Arclight is OOC
Don't really know much about her
On another note, leaving on Sunday
I think there is only one more chapter after this
Maybe two if I include an epilogue with Remy coming to terms
So I will try to get them up in the nearish future
I think we will have internet while in the capital