Author's Note - Well another dreaded Deadpool chapter is in the bag. This actually came a lot easier than I thought it would given that most of this story is re-write/re-vamp and this chapter was not in the original at all. So I hope that you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
*This is your Deadpool dialogue alert, the key is as follows, Deadpool, personality1, personality2, this has been your Deadpool dialogue alert*
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Katie - I freaking LOVED the way you described Creed and Deadpool! Had me crackin' up! So accurate!
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Now onto the chapter, please enjoy, read and review, thank you!
"Are you almost done bub?"
"Shh…this takes patience, stealth, practice and skill," Wade said in a hushed voice as he worked to pick the lock on the office building.
"You could just use a cinder block."
"Where is he gonna fit a cinder block in his pouches? How about you use the Cemtex and we hurry this up?"
"Oh yeah, thought I used all that up…I miss that chair," Wade reached into a pouch pulling out a gray putty substance and pulling off a little piece he stuck it to the door. Attaching to wires with electrodes to it he charged the explosive. "You might want to back up, be a shame to have to put you back to together," Wilson grinned under his mask.
"Please tell me that we're gonna kill him later?"
"What is with you?"
"I'm pent up."
"How does that even work?"
The two mutants stood back a way as Wade blew the charge, just enough to get the door open and to not arouse suspicion. Locating which floor Creed worked on and taking the stairs just in case there were any surprises in store. It was quiet on the 25th floor you could hear the rain beating down and the sounds of the city vanished. The office space was enormous and filled with lavish things.
Wade gave an appreciative whistle, "Looks like Vicky did well for himself." He turned to Wolverine, "You're super sniffer giving you anything?"
"Yeah and you ain't gonna like it," he turned and if it was possible, Logan's face was in more of a scowl than usual. Those coal eyes and wild hair just seemed to add to the hardness he always wore, "Stryker."
"Fuck."
"Fuck."
"FUCK!"
They headed out as quickly as they could. If Stryker and Creed were working together, Andromeda was in a hell of a lot more trouble they first thought, they had to find her and fast. When they got back outside Logan stopped.
"Hang on," he stopped Wade from mounting the motorcycle. "Stryker's path goes the opposite direction of Creed."
"Well whatdda we do? Split up, you take the fuzz ball and I take Mr. Holy Roller?"
"No," he glared past Wade in the direction of Bouley, "We take on Creed together, make sure the girl is all right. Once that's done, then we hit Stryker," a twisted smile crept onto the mutant's face.
"See you can be fun," Wade smiled, "So which way Lassie?"
Logan leveled as stare but was in no mood to argue; he just hopped on his bike and rode west toward the restaurant. Wade followed, pacing him. It was another twenty minute ride to Bouley. The eatery was closed after Creed and Andromeda left but that didn't stop Wolverine from kicking down the door. He could smell them both now. The wait staff was still around cleaning up and preparing for the next day. He grabbed one of the guys by the collar pushing him against a wall.
Snarling, "Where did she go with him," slightly extending one of his claws.
"I don't know! He bought the place out for the night, they left around 8:30," the poor waiter was trembling in Logan's grasp, in tears and nearly pissing himself. Wade was stood watching the whole thing, resting up against a beam, left leg kicked under him and arms crossed; a huge smile under his mask as he watched the kid struggle harder against the mutant's grip, the long metal claw only getting longer.
"I won't ask again, where did they go," Wolverine nearly screamed.
The kid was about to answer when a cork popped and interrupted. Wade poured himself a glass of champagne, lifted his mask and was about to take a sip when he saw a bewildered waiter and a seething Logan looking at him, "What, I like a little refreshment while you torture helpless waiters," he grinned at the kid who got wide eyed and opened his mouth to scream, "Relax, he's not gonna do anything. Logan, the kid obviously doesn't know where Creed went, there's no body, and no trace of blood anywhere, Francois said they left together. We just gotta figure out which theater it is."
"He's really twitchy today."
"I don't think they fed him the right kibble."
"Do you remember what the tickets were for?"
Logan dropped the waiter and he scrambled to the kitchen as the mutant searched his brain to remember what Andy said about the play. He was so blindsided with rage over Creed he hadn't heard anything else she said. Then he remembered, "Eponine, she said should have seen the connection."
Wade nearly rolled his eyes at the obviousness of the choice; it was always that damn song. He sipped his glass and sat in the booth calmly. Looking at the surroundings, he suddenly felt inadequate and audibly sighed, "Damn."
"What's the matter Wilson," Logan pounded on the table, "He flaunts a bit of money and that's it you're done?"
Wade looked up at the stocky man, the eye holes in his mask making a sad expression, "Why do you have to be so mean! You are ruining date night!" he mocked and put on a pout.
"You're enjoying this a bit too much."
"Creed really shelled out for this dame, nice."
"Whose side are you on?"
"Um…"
Deadpool stood up, "What I'm concerned about is Dom, let's go find her so I can get her home and take care of my girl. Then you can go about your day trying to figure out a way to be more socially awkward, k?" He whistled, "Hey Francois, where's Les Mis playing?"
It was 9:45 when Wade and Logan got to the Imperial Theater. They found a vantage point on a rooftop that faced the doors, they'd wait until intermission; but Logan went down the see if he could smell them both at the doors. The rain had let up and the night air had grown cold. Wade kept his eye trained to the door, waiting for the moment she came out. He didn't care if she was livid with him; he wanted to be absolutely positive she was in perfect condition. Wilson never had the heart or courage to tell her that Stryker had been pursuing her since she left Weapon X. Even found out about a job to bring her in through his merc circles. It was that night she killed Creed, he'd taken the job under an alias to keep her away from the sadistic colonel, took the money of course, he's not that stupid.
"What was that back at the restaurant?"
Wade shrugged, "It hit me, she needs stuff like this and I'm not around to give it to her."
"You getting soft?"
"There…"
"Shut up…before you say anything, just shut up."
"Nah, just a realization, gotta make a decision; lady or the tiger situation."
"Philosopool has entered to building."
"She's in there with Creed," Logan said from behind Deadpool.
"And now we wait," he turned to Logan as the mutant settled into a perch. Cocking his head sideways the mercenary looked at Wolverine, "Logan, your eyes are beautiful when you flare your nostrils."