The kid he'd hired was an idiot. That was the only way to put it.
Normally he wouldn't have needed help.
Get in, get out; no one notices that their vault is missing its contents until days, weeks, maybe even months later. But this time…this time had been personal. He'd wanted his target to know.
So he'd hired the kid and told the idiot to phone the target ten minutes into the theft.
Tell the bastard that hey, you're money's gone. Regards of Gambit.
Let the bastard of a target run into the safe-room while it's still warm.
Smart.
Ingenious.
Perfect.
Except the kid was an idiot.
Instead of dialing a simple fucking number, he'd attacked the damn phone booth outside the target's house with spikes—spikes! What kind of an idiot—
No, better not to think of it. It was in the past now.
But if the kid was an idiot then Gambit himself was an even bigger idiot.
To not realize that the target would call in reinforcements when he felt his cash being threatened. But really, who the hell expected him to call in the X-men of all things?
Didn't they have better things to do than babysitting blood money?
What, no whimpering senators to save or something?
Fuck it all to hell.
