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|Date of Scene=2020/10/20
|Location=Some seedy area
|Synopsis=Remy and Logan go on a stakeout of the Cartel
|Cast of Characters=14,202
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>The knock on the door came in the small hours of the morning. Past midnight, not quite breakfast. About two hours before before the dawn in fact. The faint scent carried on the breeze of Ivory soap, years of spicy cooking, cheap beer and good bourbon (both several days old), and the addition of some feminine scents that have clung to a certain Cajun off and on for the last few weeks to months. Gambit. Once the door is open he nods to the other man but makes no move to enter. He rarely puts on certain facades when it's just him and the Canadian? Whats the point, he not only can see but smell through them. There is a small, non distinct sedan parked down by the lake, not the Cajun's preferred method of transportation. His usually jovial and even pleasant demeanor has temporarily been replaced by a mask of total seriousness that would make Scott green with envy. Perhaps more tellingly, while he is wearing his duster as well as Fushia on black ballistic weave battle gear complete with that absurd head piece, none of it is bearing any form of X-Men insignia. "Gotta job." He says simply without so much as a hello or offer of witty banter. "Wan' yah take on it. May need backup if mah suspicions are right."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br>As Remy arrives at the cabin and parks near the water, Logan is already aware of his presence. He doesn't get many visitors for good reason. He doesn't take kindly to trespassers. He can smell the variety of odors hanging around the Cajun long before he makes it to the door. <br><br>Once the knock echoes through the wooden interior, heavy boot steps can be heard approaching. The door is opened and Logan offers the taller man a simple nod in greeting. There aren't many teammates that Logan spends extracurricular time with because most of the other teammates share nothing in common with him. But Remy? Remy's different. They go back a ways and they both straddle the line of acceptability when it comes to the law. <br><br>Without asking for additional information, at least for now, Logan reaches over to a small table near the door and grabs his wallet, a lighter, and a half-smoked cigar and stuffs them all into his pockets before stepping out onto the porch and pulling the door shut behind him, "Fuck it, let's roll."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau nods and leads them both back to the sedan. He doesn't say a word until they are both well past the mansions gates and driving deeper into Westchester. Away from the mansions like Xaviers, but definite in the "Upper Middle class" range. "Back seat dare is an envelope. He informs the other man after a long pause. "Little birdie lef' it on mah door step." Translation: I'm not telling you how/where/when or who I got this from. Don't ask. Inside are photographs. Well over a dozen. The first of a house not far away. Classic suburbia. But there are decorative bars on the windows. Not completely unheard of but rare in this sort of area. Black out curtains on every window. Same story with those. The next two show a white widowless van. Ford Transit, Arizona plates. Several shots of men of hispanic decent with various tattoos and markings that identify them with Mexican cartels. Finally a series of photos of well dressed men (and a single woman also well dressed) coming in and out of the place. Gambit parks two blocks away from the house. Silent waiting to see what Logan makes of what he's show.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br>Glancing over his shoulder towards Remy and then between the seats into the back of the car where the folder rests. A slight grunt emits from his throat as he reaches back and snatches it up, pushing it open and shuffling through the photos. For a moment his mind brings up memories from the old days when he was working for Department H and then Team X. As messed up as some of those missions were, they always scratched an itch that nothing ever really does any more. <br><br>His feral gaze remains silent as he skims over the images. Cartel guys. Nothing out of the ordinary aside from the fact that they've made the mistake of setting up shop down the road from the fuckin' X-Men. He stops on the well-dressed folks. His eyes narrow as he searches for any semblance of recognition but comes up with none. <br><br>Closing the folder, he tosses it back into the rear of the car and glances down the street as Remy parks the car. "What're you thinkin'? Shut the place down completely or try to get information outta some of them?" Without waiting for an answer, he opens the passenger door and climbs out. They have plenty of time to figure out the plan between the car and the house.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau doesn't say anything for a moment. When he speaks his tone is level, uninflicted and without emotion. "Ah t'ink it's a brot'el." He says after a moment. "Ah t'ink dey promised people a bettah life in America den put dem inta sex slavery." He pauses then says, "An' Ah t'ink dey going for a more affluent clientèle den most coyote's traffic in. High risk/High reward, which is why dey set up in dis sort of neighborhood. Two dose men ar lawyers, one a doctor, one a priest and de woman is a Federal Court Judge." He goes silent a long beat and continues. "Ah t'ink dare is only one product wort' dat level of work." He takes his eyes off the road and looks Logan dead in the eyes. "Ah'm t'inking kids."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br>As Logan pushes the car door shut and Remy mentions his suspicion that this house is dealing in children, the feral man's gaze crosses over the top of the vehicle towards the red-eyed mutant he arrived with. The light on the street lamp behind Remy casts rays across Logan's face and etch shadows into the wrinkles forming across his forehead. His lips tighten and the corners of his mouth are pulled down into a scowl. <br><br>He glances back down the street towards the house. This isn't going to be quite as cut-n-dry as he was thinking. When a Federal Judge is involved it could get messy. They don't need the death of a judge to be put on the heads of the X-Men, which is likely to happen since these are some corrupt bastards they're dealing with. "Alright." <br><br>He looks back over at Remy, "The cartel guys I don't mind puttin' down permanently. How do you wanna handle the suits?" If it was just him, he'd clean house. But he's backup on this one. He's trying to play nice. Until he can't.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau 's eyes are far away for a moment. He grew up alone on the streets. He survived alone on the streets. Logan better then most could understand what that means. And why protecting kids is so important to him. "Operation like dis gonna 'ave two angles. First is de trade. Second gonna be blackmail material. We make sure ta pass whatevah dey got on up de chain. Ta de press. Let de Scott Summers of de world 'andle dem. He glances back at the house and adds. "De men in dare 'owevah? Ah'm not flooded wit' an ovah enthusiasm ta see dat dare civil liberties are taken inta account. How 'bout yah?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br>This is why Logan doesn't mind helping out the Cajun. He knows what needs to be done to make sure shit like this doesn't happen again and he's not afraid to get his hands dirty doing it. "Couldn't give any less of a shit about any of 'em," he says as one corner of his mouth curves upwards in a sideways grin. The hairs on the back of his neck and down his spine raise as he tingles with anticipation. He's a man who tries to keep his raw instincts under control, but right now he's got a taste for blood that he knows is about to be satisfied. He's happy about it. <br><br>Clenching both hands into tight fists, his knuckles pop and a dull metallic sound rings before the night air suffocates it. Remy knows Logan and of what he's capable. He wouldn't have asked him to come along if he didn't want there to be blood. He turns and begins to walk down the street in the direction of the house, his gait heavy but remarkably quiet now. He's trained, he knows how to be silent. His head lifts slightly and his nostrils flare as he sniffs at the cool air. He's scouting. "Find the kids if any are here, then take out the others, yeah?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau eyes the building as they approach, squinting slightly at it. "Kids'll be on de second floor most likely. Dis time of night under lock and key." Not that any lock and or key is likely to slow Gambit down more then a few seconds. "I figure a team of maybe six. Two up, two down, two on sentry. Could be wrong on mah numbers but Ah figure no more den six, no less den four." He looks atthe house one more time. "Shock an' awe or stealt' breach? Ah figure yah mah guest yah shoul' get ta pick some of tonights entertainment.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br>Logan figures Remy's right about the kids being upstairs and being locked up. It's doubtful that anyone is in the room with them but there's almost certainly going to be one or more guys just outside wherever they're being kept. "Best play is to keep it as quiet as possible until the kids are safe," he says as he steps up onto the curb on the same side of the street as the house. "Then we clean house." <br><br>His eyes scan the neighborhood for any potential signs of backup in the area. Looks like they're only occupying one house. Just then a sentry steps off the front porch of the house and onto the sidewalk, looking the opposite way down the street. Logan is quick to move and quickens his pace and within a mere moment is on the man. He shoves his fist forward and up at the man's jaw, connecting in a sickening crunch that instantly breaks the bones in the man's head and sending him limp. <br><br>Before he collapses, Logan reaches out with his other arm and catches him, then immediately backsteps into the yard beside the porch and drags the unconscious man into the hedges and out of view.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau smirks just a bit as the smaller man moves in and takes out the guard quietly and elegantly. "Ah do so love workin' wit' professionals." he says softly and as Wolverine lays out the guard Gambit moves to the door. The Cajun rolls his eyes and in less then five seconds has the front door unlocked and shakes his head. "Retail. What kind of criminal buy dare security from best buy?" He sigh and eases the door the rest of the way open. Wordlessly pointing towards the stairs.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:202|Logan (202)}} has posed:'''<br>Once the sentry is taken out, Logan moves around the hedges and steps up onto the porch behind Remy while he works his magic. The comment about getting retail security brings another grin to the man's face as his eyes watch the door silently swing open. Without hesitation, he crosses the threshold into the house and moves towards the stairs with deceptive speed and silence. <br><br>The good thing about this area is the quality construction. The stairs don't creak beneath his weight as he makes his way to the second floor landing. He sniffs the air and listens for a moment before he turns and steps to the corner, pressing his shoulder to the wall and peeking around and down the hallway. There's one man guarding a door and he can smell and hear another in a room further down the hallway behind a closed door. He glances back to see if Remy has followed him upstairs or has decided to clean up the ground floor.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>The Cajun, silent as a ghost is just a few feet down the wall from Logan. He nods to the smaller man and looks down the hall as well. "Ah'm fastah." He says simply. "Yah take out de door guard. Ah'll get de one in de ot'er room when he pop out ta check what de ruckus is. Might be de security room, which be where our blackmail material will be."<br> <br>
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