Post by The Man on Jun 30, 2007 14:53:23 GMT -5
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 12:38pm
(( Move from: The Human World :: New York City :: Gambit's apartment ))
(Day one)
After the last client left the bar in the morning, Gambit took a quick nap until eight o’clock. Then he took the jacket, the bike helmet and the laptop and went outside. He got on the bike and drove to the New York Public Library.
It was peak hour – the crowd is the best camouflage. Remy sat down on a bench near the library and opened his laptop. The library was already open, and he connected to its network, at the same time started a disguise script that changed his IP number to that of one of the library’s computers. If those he was looking for would use the IP to look for him as well, they would find nothing but library catalogues and a history of meaningless logons. He began his search at the NYPD, looking for names he had found out while asking cautious and seemingly irrelevant questions at his club that night.
It didn’t come as a surprise to him that, even though some of the persons in question were on the police “Wanted” list, their whereabouts had been completely unknown since about a year ago. Wasn’t hard to guess that it was the time when Sinister began gathering his new team of Marauders. Although from what Remy had heard at his club, some of the Marauders were his old acquaintances from ages ago. He knew they were clones (mostly because he had witnessed them die – and had made sure they did), and wondered if Sinister had Gambit’s clone as well – he had Gambit’s DNA, after all, and nothing would stop him if he wanted to. But no one that would fit Gambit’s description was mentioned in the police files.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 1:22pm
After a while Remy switched over to FBI. He browsed through public dossiers, then sent a worm program to crack through the protected paths and open the less known archives for him. There were some more details and some more confidence in those. Remy chuckled, quirking his brow at the screen. What stiffs, he thought. They think they can win if they don’t share. He waltzed past some of the passwords, mock-waving to them as they subdued and allowed him inside. You don’t share – you get me cracking your system, he told them silently in an edifying tone, and I hate to leave your D-bases deflowered like that.
Finally he got what he needed: locations. Most of them were already seriously out of date, even Gambit remembered Sinister leaving those bases and changing place. But some seemed actually rather fresh; Remy copied their locations and found maps in the Internet.
In a couple of hours he closed his laptop and stretched, then bent his head to each shoulder, letting the muscles relax. It was time for a good exercise, and he decided he’d add a note of physical activity to the next stage of his search.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 2:28pm
The building was scheduled for demolition in a few weeks, but obviously a Marauder named Scrambler was satisfied with that for the time being. It gave Remy a clear draft of Sinister’s plans: had he intended a long and thorough work on the X-Men, his Marauders would be looking for longer lasting places to leave. Gambit smiled wryly; after all, it was him who had found and gathered the team of Marauders in the first place, so he knew them all too well. He also knew how to kill each and single one of them. And he was certain Scrambler didn’t have too many minutes left to live.
He paced along the time-worn corridor, his feet not making a sound. He walked in on Scrambler drinking beer. Well, at least it meant no blows were intended for the school in the nearest future. Remy walked up noiselessly behind Scrambler and hit him on the back of his head with the armor on his arm. The Korean slowly fell to the floor, and Remy caught him under his armpits and dragged him to the center of the room. He could not allow Scrambler have a wall to back him up. It was all a matter of freedom of movement, and it was all Gambit needed.
He was going to tie the man up, but Scrambler already began to come to. Oh well, Remy thought – we can do it the hard way.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 2:53pm
“What the hell- who the f*ck are you?” Scrambler tried to sit up, but Remy quickly opened his bo staff and pressed the man back down to the floor.
“It don’t matter to you,” Remy said dryly. “What matter is who you are. An’ you,” he poked the man with his bo staff, "are a Marauder."
“So?” Scrambler tried to curl away into a defensive position, but Remy pressed him back with his foot. It was only a matter of moments before Scrambler would jump up and fight, and all Remy could do was to make an impression or try and restrict the Marauder’s motions.
“So either we talk ‘bout your job, or I leave you dead.”
Scrambler scanned Gambit with his eyes. Remy realized the man had absolutely no recognition of who Gambit was; it was a curious mistake on Sinister’s part – to leave a Marauder without an implanted memory – and it pleased him to no end.
“Mutant, right?” Scrambler spat.
“Don’t even think ya can neutralize my powers, Scrambler,” Remy swung his bo staff and hit the man across the face. He wouldn’t risk getting too close to Scrambler’s open skin. Scrambler fell to the floor.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 3:20pm
“What the f*ck do you want?!” the Marauder roared, trying to get up.
“Where’s Sinister?” Remy asked, forcing the man to lie down on his stomach.
“Whozzat?” Scrambled asked, but not too sincerely. Remy jumped onto his back, using his knees to hold Scrambler’s hands down and putting his bo staff under Scrambler’s throat.
“You ever heard de snap of air tube, Kim, mon ami?” he asked with a clear hint in his voice. Scrambler’s breath croaked. “It’s not deadly,” Remy continued. “Jus’ hurt like hell an’ give ya hard time breathin’ for years. But you still can speak. An’ scream. An’ tell me ‘bout Sinister.”
“Don’ know where he is-” Scrambler wheezed, trying to get out from under Remy’s weight. Remy pulled on his bo, forcing the man to lie quiet.
“A second ago ya didn’t know who he was,” Remy remarked. “Your memory jus’ keeps getting’ better ‘n better. I’ve got time to wait while it improves. You don’t. Start talkin’, mon ami.”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 3:44pm
Scrambler fell silent; Gambit could nearly hear the kegs in the man’s head moving, his intense thinking was almost audible.
“He… had a base in…” Scrambler made a long pause. “Near Philadelphia.”
“Dat was six years ago,” Remy said. “Somethin’ fresher, perhaps?” he pulled his bo staff higher.
“Wisconsin…”
“Dat was four. Come on, I know you can do it.”
“In Dallas…”
“Erased from existence two years ago. But we’re gettin’ warmer, do go on.”
“Alright, alright- near Bloomfield, New Jersey.”
“I’m losing my patience, man,” Remy stood up on one knee for a second, putting the other leg against the back of Scrambler’s neck. With a crackle, Scrambler’s air tube broke, and the Marauder started screeching incoherently, grasping for air. Remy stood up and went towards the window. He took out a cigarette and lit it, puffing a smoke; then waited for a few minutes while the other man was slowly managing the pain and the lack of air.
“An’ it’s not even a bone,” he remarked, watching Kim shakily try to get on his knees. “Now, where’s Sinister?”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 4:00pm
With a groan, Scrambler jumped up on his feet and lashed out at Gambit. Remy’s reflexes were better; he dodged Scrambler’s dangerous hands and instead swung his leg and struck the Korean on the back. Scrambler hit the wall and gave another cry of pain.
“Do I have to repeat my question?” Remy asked, taking a smoke.
Scrambler raised his hand, begging for Gambit to wait.
“He…” the man wheezed. “Didn’t say… where he went. Left me out here… in the city…” he held against the wall, desperately trying to catch his breath. “He and others… Vertigo… Blockbuster… Scalphunter… Prism… went to other location…”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 4:25pm
“What state?” Remy asked.
“Don’t know… not far.”
“How do you keep contact?”
“We… meet in the port… East 90th.”
“No kiddin’.” Remy smoked again. “When?”
“Don’t know…” Scrambler took a long pause to breath. “Sinister sends a messenger…”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 6:19pm
It took Remy a while to get to the bottom of things: who the messenger was, how the communication was organized, what were Sinister’s plans for the near future. Obviously, Essex kept Scrambler relatively uninformed, and Remy wouldn’t be surprised: he wouldn’t trust Scrambler to hold a book.
By the time Gambit was finished with him, Scrambler represented a sobbing pile of broken bones. Remy thought bitterly that, in a few months, Sinister would clone himself another Scrambler, and everything would repeat. All Gambit had to do now was to destroy this copy, to get rid of the witness. The last thing he wanted to do was to have Sinister know that Gambit was looking for him.
He didn’t use his powers to explode anything – that would be the clearest trace. He scragged the Korean and left the building, feeling intense disgust at having to deal with the Marauders again, even though the team initially was his own baby.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 6:52pm
(Day two)
The messenger was very good. In the worst sense of the word. She had metal claws on her hands and was able to extend claws out of her feet. And she was agile to the point of making Gambit sweat and even bleed as he fought her. He commended Sinister on that one, cursing silently at her movements. He threw charged cards at her, and while she was distracted, he jumped with his bo staff, swinging his leg to hit her in the face.
The girl swiftly dodged his kick, but turned around and, supporting her on her arms, landed a blow on Gambit’s back, cutting through his coat, uniform and skin. Remy gave a shriek, nearly tripping and falling on the ground.
The Marauder had a good chance of cutting him up while she was at it, but for some reason, she ran off, heading for the fire staircase of the nearest building. She began to climb up quickly to the roof. Remy followed her as fast as he could.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 1:30am
As soon as Gambit was on the roof, he grabbed the grapple pistol off his waist and, aiming, shot at her. When the grapple hook flew past the girl’s neck, Remy jerked it back. The hook caught the girl’s neck and stuck in it. She screamed and doubled on the ground, clutching her neck and trying to get the hook out.
Remy was near her in several seconds. He grabbed her by the neck of her costume and dragged her to the edge of the roof, throwing a loop of rope around her neck and fixing the grapple pistol at some construction detail there.
“Ya ain’t got much time, chere,” he said, positioning her so that she could get some support with her toes on the edge but mostly hung off the roof. “Where does Sinister keep his archives?”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 4:32am
The messenger just gurgled, desperately clutching at her neck. Remy pulled her back a bit so that she could stop wriggling and start speaking. After a few minutes of questioning he got all the information he needed. Just as he was thinking what to do with the dangerous catch, she twisted her body, trying to kick Remy. Her foot blade cut his leg, and Remy let go of her.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 6:27am
He sat down on the roof and smoked a cigarette. By the time it was finished, gurgling and wheezing sounds of suffocation and struggle from below died out. Gambit stood up, pulled the dead body of the Marauder up and took his hook off her. Now something had to be done to hide the traces of his blood on her. Remy stood over her body for a moment, considering various ways of doing it. Finally he went down off the roof, found his bike and got a small can of gas and a small fire extinguisher from the trunk.
He poured the gasoline over the messenger's body in the places where there most likely would be blood. Then he set her on fire, making sure that it didn't spread over the roof. After he was certain no traces of his DNA survived, he put out the fire and left the roof. Now it was time for a long bike ride.
(( this had to be done. ))
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 8:07am
(Day three)
Gambit was getting out of breath. He wasn’t prepared for an encounter with Harpoon. There was time when, while on Danger Room sessions, Remy would program an emulation of Harpoon and train himself to deal with the dangerous opponent, but that seemed like ages ago, and Remy realized he seriously lacked practice. The fact that their powers were so much alike didn’t make the fight at all easier, even though Gambit’s agility was far above that of the Marauder.
Harpoon was the last brick in the carefully lain wall of obstacles before the last possible source of information that Remy dared approach – a hard disc with some of Sinister’s documents. Sinister had a tendency to divide his projects into parts and store each part separately, and though other parts of that archive were most definitely kept near Sinister, Remy knew that only this one would have to do for the sake of Gambit’s own safety.
(( I gotta jump to day three for several reasons ))
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 9:49am
Harpoon saved no object in the room, throwing at Gambit everything he could reach. Some of Gambit’s fingers were already shaking uncontrollably after being hit with objects charged with electricity, and his head spun every now and then after a blow he received from a stick charged with concussive force. Most of his body, though, was well armored, so he was still handling the fight… generally.
Another blow of electricity struck him off his feet. Remy fell on his back, hissing at the pain of electric shock, though it was somewhat muffled by his insulated shoes. The Marauder loomed above him, raising a charged harpoon and aiming at the Cajun’s chest. Remy stared at the sharp arrow, caught motionless by the shock for a second. Then the world slowly – too slowly – returned to life around him, and Remy kicked out with his legs, pushing himself from below Harpoon and managing to charge Harpoon’s clothes as he rolled away. The force of explosion threw him against the wall, causing his head to boom with concussion and splashing Harpoon’s blood all around.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 11:28am
Harpoon was a poorly informed character in the team, just like Scrambler, and Remy had not wanted to waste any time for questioning already as he had arrived to that place. He got too close to the fire already, he could sense the heat of proximity towards his dangerous aim, and getting burned while wasting time was not a part of his plans.
The room around him was spinning a bit. Gambit stood up, went to the computer, pulled it apart and took out the hard disc, trying to steady his shaky hands and control them. He got the disc into pieces, checking for possible tracing bugs inside. The disc was perfectly untouched, and Remy put it in his pocket. There were traces of explosions everywhere, and Remy set the place on fire. He jumped out of the window, found his bag hidden in a safe place and got out of there as fast as he could.
(( And that's about it.
Move to: Xavier's School For The Gifted :: Classrooms :: Rec Room :: Back from looking for Sinister ))
(( Move from: The Human World :: New York City :: Gambit's apartment ))
(Day one)
After the last client left the bar in the morning, Gambit took a quick nap until eight o’clock. Then he took the jacket, the bike helmet and the laptop and went outside. He got on the bike and drove to the New York Public Library.
It was peak hour – the crowd is the best camouflage. Remy sat down on a bench near the library and opened his laptop. The library was already open, and he connected to its network, at the same time started a disguise script that changed his IP number to that of one of the library’s computers. If those he was looking for would use the IP to look for him as well, they would find nothing but library catalogues and a history of meaningless logons. He began his search at the NYPD, looking for names he had found out while asking cautious and seemingly irrelevant questions at his club that night.
It didn’t come as a surprise to him that, even though some of the persons in question were on the police “Wanted” list, their whereabouts had been completely unknown since about a year ago. Wasn’t hard to guess that it was the time when Sinister began gathering his new team of Marauders. Although from what Remy had heard at his club, some of the Marauders were his old acquaintances from ages ago. He knew they were clones (mostly because he had witnessed them die – and had made sure they did), and wondered if Sinister had Gambit’s clone as well – he had Gambit’s DNA, after all, and nothing would stop him if he wanted to. But no one that would fit Gambit’s description was mentioned in the police files.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 1:22pm
After a while Remy switched over to FBI. He browsed through public dossiers, then sent a worm program to crack through the protected paths and open the less known archives for him. There were some more details and some more confidence in those. Remy chuckled, quirking his brow at the screen. What stiffs, he thought. They think they can win if they don’t share. He waltzed past some of the passwords, mock-waving to them as they subdued and allowed him inside. You don’t share – you get me cracking your system, he told them silently in an edifying tone, and I hate to leave your D-bases deflowered like that.
Finally he got what he needed: locations. Most of them were already seriously out of date, even Gambit remembered Sinister leaving those bases and changing place. But some seemed actually rather fresh; Remy copied their locations and found maps in the Internet.
In a couple of hours he closed his laptop and stretched, then bent his head to each shoulder, letting the muscles relax. It was time for a good exercise, and he decided he’d add a note of physical activity to the next stage of his search.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 2:28pm
The building was scheduled for demolition in a few weeks, but obviously a Marauder named Scrambler was satisfied with that for the time being. It gave Remy a clear draft of Sinister’s plans: had he intended a long and thorough work on the X-Men, his Marauders would be looking for longer lasting places to leave. Gambit smiled wryly; after all, it was him who had found and gathered the team of Marauders in the first place, so he knew them all too well. He also knew how to kill each and single one of them. And he was certain Scrambler didn’t have too many minutes left to live.
He paced along the time-worn corridor, his feet not making a sound. He walked in on Scrambler drinking beer. Well, at least it meant no blows were intended for the school in the nearest future. Remy walked up noiselessly behind Scrambler and hit him on the back of his head with the armor on his arm. The Korean slowly fell to the floor, and Remy caught him under his armpits and dragged him to the center of the room. He could not allow Scrambler have a wall to back him up. It was all a matter of freedom of movement, and it was all Gambit needed.
He was going to tie the man up, but Scrambler already began to come to. Oh well, Remy thought – we can do it the hard way.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 2:53pm
“What the hell- who the f*ck are you?” Scrambler tried to sit up, but Remy quickly opened his bo staff and pressed the man back down to the floor.
“It don’t matter to you,” Remy said dryly. “What matter is who you are. An’ you,” he poked the man with his bo staff, "are a Marauder."
“So?” Scrambler tried to curl away into a defensive position, but Remy pressed him back with his foot. It was only a matter of moments before Scrambler would jump up and fight, and all Remy could do was to make an impression or try and restrict the Marauder’s motions.
“So either we talk ‘bout your job, or I leave you dead.”
Scrambler scanned Gambit with his eyes. Remy realized the man had absolutely no recognition of who Gambit was; it was a curious mistake on Sinister’s part – to leave a Marauder without an implanted memory – and it pleased him to no end.
“Mutant, right?” Scrambler spat.
“Don’t even think ya can neutralize my powers, Scrambler,” Remy swung his bo staff and hit the man across the face. He wouldn’t risk getting too close to Scrambler’s open skin. Scrambler fell to the floor.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 3:20pm
“What the f*ck do you want?!” the Marauder roared, trying to get up.
“Where’s Sinister?” Remy asked, forcing the man to lie down on his stomach.
“Whozzat?” Scrambled asked, but not too sincerely. Remy jumped onto his back, using his knees to hold Scrambler’s hands down and putting his bo staff under Scrambler’s throat.
“You ever heard de snap of air tube, Kim, mon ami?” he asked with a clear hint in his voice. Scrambler’s breath croaked. “It’s not deadly,” Remy continued. “Jus’ hurt like hell an’ give ya hard time breathin’ for years. But you still can speak. An’ scream. An’ tell me ‘bout Sinister.”
“Don’ know where he is-” Scrambler wheezed, trying to get out from under Remy’s weight. Remy pulled on his bo, forcing the man to lie quiet.
“A second ago ya didn’t know who he was,” Remy remarked. “Your memory jus’ keeps getting’ better ‘n better. I’ve got time to wait while it improves. You don’t. Start talkin’, mon ami.”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 3:44pm
Scrambler fell silent; Gambit could nearly hear the kegs in the man’s head moving, his intense thinking was almost audible.
“He… had a base in…” Scrambler made a long pause. “Near Philadelphia.”
“Dat was six years ago,” Remy said. “Somethin’ fresher, perhaps?” he pulled his bo staff higher.
“Wisconsin…”
“Dat was four. Come on, I know you can do it.”
“In Dallas…”
“Erased from existence two years ago. But we’re gettin’ warmer, do go on.”
“Alright, alright- near Bloomfield, New Jersey.”
“I’m losing my patience, man,” Remy stood up on one knee for a second, putting the other leg against the back of Scrambler’s neck. With a crackle, Scrambler’s air tube broke, and the Marauder started screeching incoherently, grasping for air. Remy stood up and went towards the window. He took out a cigarette and lit it, puffing a smoke; then waited for a few minutes while the other man was slowly managing the pain and the lack of air.
“An’ it’s not even a bone,” he remarked, watching Kim shakily try to get on his knees. “Now, where’s Sinister?”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 4:00pm
With a groan, Scrambler jumped up on his feet and lashed out at Gambit. Remy’s reflexes were better; he dodged Scrambler’s dangerous hands and instead swung his leg and struck the Korean on the back. Scrambler hit the wall and gave another cry of pain.
“Do I have to repeat my question?” Remy asked, taking a smoke.
Scrambler raised his hand, begging for Gambit to wait.
“He…” the man wheezed. “Didn’t say… where he went. Left me out here… in the city…” he held against the wall, desperately trying to catch his breath. “He and others… Vertigo… Blockbuster… Scalphunter… Prism… went to other location…”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 4:25pm
“What state?” Remy asked.
“Don’t know… not far.”
“How do you keep contact?”
“We… meet in the port… East 90th.”
“No kiddin’.” Remy smoked again. “When?”
“Don’t know…” Scrambler took a long pause to breath. “Sinister sends a messenger…”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 6:19pm
It took Remy a while to get to the bottom of things: who the messenger was, how the communication was organized, what were Sinister’s plans for the near future. Obviously, Essex kept Scrambler relatively uninformed, and Remy wouldn’t be surprised: he wouldn’t trust Scrambler to hold a book.
By the time Gambit was finished with him, Scrambler represented a sobbing pile of broken bones. Remy thought bitterly that, in a few months, Sinister would clone himself another Scrambler, and everything would repeat. All Gambit had to do now was to destroy this copy, to get rid of the witness. The last thing he wanted to do was to have Sinister know that Gambit was looking for him.
He didn’t use his powers to explode anything – that would be the clearest trace. He scragged the Korean and left the building, feeling intense disgust at having to deal with the Marauders again, even though the team initially was his own baby.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 21, 2007, 6:52pm
(Day two)
The messenger was very good. In the worst sense of the word. She had metal claws on her hands and was able to extend claws out of her feet. And she was agile to the point of making Gambit sweat and even bleed as he fought her. He commended Sinister on that one, cursing silently at her movements. He threw charged cards at her, and while she was distracted, he jumped with his bo staff, swinging his leg to hit her in the face.
The girl swiftly dodged his kick, but turned around and, supporting her on her arms, landed a blow on Gambit’s back, cutting through his coat, uniform and skin. Remy gave a shriek, nearly tripping and falling on the ground.
The Marauder had a good chance of cutting him up while she was at it, but for some reason, she ran off, heading for the fire staircase of the nearest building. She began to climb up quickly to the roof. Remy followed her as fast as he could.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 1:30am
As soon as Gambit was on the roof, he grabbed the grapple pistol off his waist and, aiming, shot at her. When the grapple hook flew past the girl’s neck, Remy jerked it back. The hook caught the girl’s neck and stuck in it. She screamed and doubled on the ground, clutching her neck and trying to get the hook out.
Remy was near her in several seconds. He grabbed her by the neck of her costume and dragged her to the edge of the roof, throwing a loop of rope around her neck and fixing the grapple pistol at some construction detail there.
“Ya ain’t got much time, chere,” he said, positioning her so that she could get some support with her toes on the edge but mostly hung off the roof. “Where does Sinister keep his archives?”
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 4:32am
The messenger just gurgled, desperately clutching at her neck. Remy pulled her back a bit so that she could stop wriggling and start speaking. After a few minutes of questioning he got all the information he needed. Just as he was thinking what to do with the dangerous catch, she twisted her body, trying to kick Remy. Her foot blade cut his leg, and Remy let go of her.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 6:27am
He sat down on the roof and smoked a cigarette. By the time it was finished, gurgling and wheezing sounds of suffocation and struggle from below died out. Gambit stood up, pulled the dead body of the Marauder up and took his hook off her. Now something had to be done to hide the traces of his blood on her. Remy stood over her body for a moment, considering various ways of doing it. Finally he went down off the roof, found his bike and got a small can of gas and a small fire extinguisher from the trunk.
He poured the gasoline over the messenger's body in the places where there most likely would be blood. Then he set her on fire, making sure that it didn't spread over the roof. After he was certain no traces of his DNA survived, he put out the fire and left the roof. Now it was time for a long bike ride.
(( this had to be done. ))
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 8:07am
(Day three)
Gambit was getting out of breath. He wasn’t prepared for an encounter with Harpoon. There was time when, while on Danger Room sessions, Remy would program an emulation of Harpoon and train himself to deal with the dangerous opponent, but that seemed like ages ago, and Remy realized he seriously lacked practice. The fact that their powers were so much alike didn’t make the fight at all easier, even though Gambit’s agility was far above that of the Marauder.
Harpoon was the last brick in the carefully lain wall of obstacles before the last possible source of information that Remy dared approach – a hard disc with some of Sinister’s documents. Sinister had a tendency to divide his projects into parts and store each part separately, and though other parts of that archive were most definitely kept near Sinister, Remy knew that only this one would have to do for the sake of Gambit’s own safety.
(( I gotta jump to day three for several reasons ))
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 9:49am
Harpoon saved no object in the room, throwing at Gambit everything he could reach. Some of Gambit’s fingers were already shaking uncontrollably after being hit with objects charged with electricity, and his head spun every now and then after a blow he received from a stick charged with concussive force. Most of his body, though, was well armored, so he was still handling the fight… generally.
Another blow of electricity struck him off his feet. Remy fell on his back, hissing at the pain of electric shock, though it was somewhat muffled by his insulated shoes. The Marauder loomed above him, raising a charged harpoon and aiming at the Cajun’s chest. Remy stared at the sharp arrow, caught motionless by the shock for a second. Then the world slowly – too slowly – returned to life around him, and Remy kicked out with his legs, pushing himself from below Harpoon and managing to charge Harpoon’s clothes as he rolled away. The force of explosion threw him against the wall, causing his head to boom with concussion and splashing Harpoon’s blood all around.
Posted by Gambit on Apr 22, 2007, 11:28am
Harpoon was a poorly informed character in the team, just like Scrambler, and Remy had not wanted to waste any time for questioning already as he had arrived to that place. He got too close to the fire already, he could sense the heat of proximity towards his dangerous aim, and getting burned while wasting time was not a part of his plans.
The room around him was spinning a bit. Gambit stood up, went to the computer, pulled it apart and took out the hard disc, trying to steady his shaky hands and control them. He got the disc into pieces, checking for possible tracing bugs inside. The disc was perfectly untouched, and Remy put it in his pocket. There were traces of explosions everywhere, and Remy set the place on fire. He jumped out of the window, found his bag hidden in a safe place and got out of there as fast as he could.
(( And that's about it.
Move to: Xavier's School For The Gifted :: Classrooms :: Rec Room :: Back from looking for Sinister ))