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Post by Gambit on Feb 23, 2011 12:57:28 GMT -5
Gambit drove in silence for a few more minutes until he pulled into the garage driveway of his apartment building and parked the car. He walked out and opened the door for Shade. "Let's go," he said. "We got a lot to do." (( can you make your post in the apartment thread? )) ((Continued here))
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Post by Gambit on Mar 25, 2011 17:45:47 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------ (( After Central Park :: The Only One To Trust )) After speaking with Storm, Gambit made another call. Over the years that he'd been living in New York City, he'd made some valuable acquaintances in many fields and places here. He liked to be in touch with things going on in the underworld as well as in more mundane contexts. He went to a bar called 'Western Corner', a place where you could discuss any business and not be disturbed or drawn attention to. One of those acquaintances was to meet him here, and he sat in one of the cubicles, musing over another coffee and another cigarette. Waiting for her to appear.
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Post by Somebody? on Mar 25, 2011 18:02:11 GMT -5
The ´Western Corner´ was a place, sergeant Serena Ramirez knew quite well, even though it was just outside her district. But that was work and her shift at the NYPD had just ended. She had been with them for a good five years now and by now it was possible to at least for the most part leave what was going on in the office or out on the streets where it belonged: in the office or out on the streets. She had been home already when she had gotten the call, so when she was entering the place, she was not wearing her uniform but a dark pair of blue jeans and a dark green turtle neck pullover under her leather jacket. Looking around, she found the face she was looking for but got herself a coffee before she walked over and slid onto the seat opposite of him. She had known him for a couple of years, they met now and then over a cup of coffee or a chat. Not too often but she would consider him a friend. One that she hadn´t seen him for a while which was nothing unusual, but his call had come as a pleasant surprise after a rather hectic week so far. "Hello Remy." she said as she sat down. There were probably people around who had noticed his red eyes when he had come in, setting him apart from the already colourful crowd of the bar, but that didn´t bother her. She was no mutant herself, but to her it wasn´t much more than a different hair colour or colour of the skin. As it should be to people.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 26, 2011 4:07:57 GMT -5
"Bon soir Serena," Gambit said, giving her a small smile, self-confident but respectful at the same time. "Sorry for draggin' ya out on such a short notice... how are ya?"
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Post by Somebody? on Mar 26, 2011 4:45:47 GMT -5
Serena took a sip of her still very hot coffee before placing it down and replying. "Not a problem." she said. She didn´t mind much, would probably do some grocery on her way back home and besides that, she hadn´t had any plans for the evening, so meeting a friend over a coffee was a nice alternative. "Work´s been a bit stressy lately," she then said. "How about you?"
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Post by Gambit on Mar 26, 2011 5:06:41 GMT -5
"Gettin' by," Gambit shrugged, as if his life was being as usual, safe for some minor annoyances not worth mentioning. "Look, I need your help. Not gratuitous, of course... But somethin's come up."
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Post by Somebody? on Mar 26, 2011 5:21:27 GMT -5
It seemed, Serena thought, that these days there were a whole lot of things coming up as he called it, especially in the human / mutant community. "How can I help you then?" she asked, tapping a finger against the coffee cup.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 26, 2011 5:44:32 GMT -5
"I got a commission on an item," Gambit explained. Serena knew that he was a thief and that he took up contracts to steal various things for various clients, but as most of those were criminals engaging Gambit as a mediator to steal from other criminals, he revealed it to his cop friend without scruples, and usually with a self-assured countenance of 'I know what I'm doing and it's none of your business to stop me'.
"I need information t' get it," he continued. " 'ave you, by any chance, heard of a recent murder, related to a certain anti-mutant group?" He couldn't know for sure it was actually related to any anti-mutant groups, but he had to pretend as if he had some information already and as if he was speaking of it matter-of-factly.
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Post by Somebody? on Mar 26, 2011 5:58:37 GMT -5
Serena watched him from her side of the table, the tiniest of smiles appearing on her face. She didn´t know whether what came to her mind was what he was referring to, but it might be. And it sounded like this could pay off. If she played it right. She knew about some of his businesses but since it did neither fall into her district nor did she think he was the biggest problem this city had, especially since he was one of the few who had some mutant only businesses going on that helped mutants to have a place to associate, she let him live his life. "Maybe I have." she said, hinting at what he had mentioned about the information not being gratuitous.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 26, 2011 6:04:26 GMT -5
"Bon," Gambit said, accepting her hint. "De item is a list. Can be a hard copy, can be a file, I've yet t' find out where an' how it can be retrieved. A list of mutants, victims or potential targets of dat group." He pulled at the cigarette, blew out the smoke, looking at Serena. "If I get it, ya get a copy."
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Post by Somebody? on Mar 26, 2011 6:08:57 GMT -5
Serena tried to not show much of a reaction on her face. The list he was mentioning sounded familiar. "I spent most of today trying to find out whether that list still exists." she said. "If you and I are talking about the same that is." It had been a pain so far.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 26, 2011 6:20:46 GMT -5
"It's your case, den?" Gambit asked. "Murder at de hotel, dat stuff?" If it was hers, he was extremely lucky, but he would still have to tread carefully if he wanted his backup story to pass for a true fact.
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Post by Somebody? on Mar 26, 2011 6:24:11 GMT -5
Serena wondered what might be behind this. Who was interested in a list of that kind? People at the NYPD were almost certain there had to be something like a list, there was something missing, a piece of the puzzle and what he told her was an interesting addition to her investigation in that it told her they had been on not too wrong a track so far.
"Not mine alone." she said. "Some others are involved, as is the FBI." She didn´t give him any more details, careful to only answer his questions and not beyond that. Not because she was all too wary of him, but because she was curious and unwilling to give away information unless she knew it would really pay off.
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Post by Gambit on Mar 26, 2011 6:38:17 GMT -5
Gambit gave a low whistle. With the FBI in the picture, his double game would be more difficult, of course. Which didn't scare him off, since he was used to dealing with this sort of intricacies, but it merely meant he had to adjust his level of reasoning and to be more alert.
"The Feds, eh?" he sighed, showing this was an altogether different story. "Anyway-" he took a smoke, then continued, "my contact said I was to find two men, by names of Steven and Harry. Dey were supposed t' 'ave dis list. I was a tad too late, now one is dead an' de other missin'. So, chere, what is Remy to do?" he feigned a sad look.
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Post by Somebody? on Mar 26, 2011 6:45:58 GMT -5
He possibly knew more about this than he let through, Serena thougt. The question was merely what it could be. She didn´t believe he was actually entangled in the case beyond, if this story was actually believable, these people having something he wanted to steal. It was usually like that as far as she could tell. But still, even though something made her want to suggest that he had no dirty hands in this, she was curious.
"Let´s say I agreed to this." she said after a few seconds of silence, trying not too successfully ignore the puppy eyes he was flashing at her. "and I help you wíth this. What makes me know that I get the full list? And not one that has been...tampered with?"
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