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Unfinished Business - REVIEW THIS STORY

Written by X-Treme and Loup Garou
Last updated: 01/02/2007 02:01:11 AM

Chapter 3

by Loup Garou & X-Treme

"Grab your thing and follow me." Said the think tank supervisor, walking into Carl's office.

"Hun?" Carl looked up from his computer startled.

"Grab your stuff." He repeated. "You can come back for the rest of it later."

Gripping with worry, he grabbed items like diskettes, pens, pencils and most importantly, his bottle.

The man marched him into the elevator. Carl didn't see which button he had pushed. He really was becoming a poor excuse for a thief.

"Am…. Am I fired?" he asked quietly.

The man looked at him in obvious disgust. "You suck up to the boss and you expect to be fired?" The rest of the elevator ride was in silence.

As the door opened, he led him down a hallway to the end. "This is your new office." Then, the man spun on his heels and walked away.

Carl walked into a room with a woman inside. "Good day Mr. Wellington. I am your new secretary, Kathy Adams." She gave him a big smile.

"Uh, thank you." He stammered bashfully.

"Why don't you take a look at your new office, then I can help you bring up the rest of your things." She suggested helpfully.

Nodding his head, he walked into his new office. What a wonderful new office it was. It was a corner office with a view of the city.

He heard a faint sound coming off the elevator. The steps were light… They've found me! His mind raced wildly. He looked in both directions - there was no way out.

"How do you like your new office?" asked Warren, coming into the room with a smile.

Carl immediately hid his emotions. "It's more than my wildest dreams."

Warren gave a chuckle. "I seriously hope not, or else you'd have no adventure."

Carl felt his ears grow pink. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Warren took a seat and motioned for Carl to do so as well. "Remember, kindness is a two edged sword."

Carl's eyebrows furrowed together. "You mean, you're not finished with them yet?"

"That was only the beginning." Said Warren grimly. "I told you that I wouldn't sop until it was all taken down. Look at these headlines:

Warehouse Containing Illegal Weapons and Stolen Priceless Treasures Burns to the Ground…

"This is getting the coverage we need to raise public awareness." Raved Warren.

Carl's mouth hung open. His shock was now complete. "I'm going to die."

Warren looked at him funnily. 'Hun? Why?"

"I've betrayed my Guild. My oath…" he croaked out, his voice almost failing him.

"What did they ever do for you?" asked Warren.

"They made me one of their own. They taught me all they knew… They always protect their own." He whispered softly.

"Why did you leave in the first place then?" demanded Warren. Damn! I can't have him go loco on me now!

"I had told my wife something and she had accidentally blurted it to the wrong person. This mistake resulted in the death of two Guild members. The punishment was death. At that time, I was out on a job. When I got back, I was informed that my wife had already been 'punished'. I left then." Carl ended his tale on a neutral tone.

"Then help me now Carl." Whispered Warren.

A light shone in Carl's eyes. "Yes, I will and to hell with the Thieves Guild. They're going down!"

"I need names and places to hit." Said Warren. "But first, let me help you go get the rest of your things from your old office."

"Sounds great to me boss." Carl gave his first real smile in a long time.

With the help of Kathy, it only took them three trips to move everything up.

"Did I mention that your salary triples now?" Warren grinned as he watched Carl's jaw drop.

"Thank you sir." He murmured.

"Kathy, hold all of Carl's calls for an hour." Said Warren, as they both walked into the office.

"Okay," sighed Carl, sitting down at his new desk, facing his boss. "You want places and people."

"That is correct." Smiled Warren.

"Remember that m information is two years old…"

"Yes, yes. I understand."

Carl took a deep breath. "Where to start? Well, we have the main Guild building of the New York Thieves Guild. For smaller purposes, there are a number of warehouses and safe houses around the city. Many of the

warehouses on the docks are used to conduct business and are heavily guarded."

"And people?" prompted Warren.

"Ah… people. First you have to understand our hierarchy. Starting at the bottom, you have the informants that work for the trained thieves. The thieves are handed down assignments from the Council of their Guild. In the Council is the Guildmaster, who runs the Guild and usually about 4 or 6 of his advisors that help him keep track of things. Next, which leads us to something totally different is out monarchy. Headed by the King of Thieves, Jean-Luc LeBeau, his family are the onlypeople that the Guildmaster ever has to answer to. That is, unless he

breaks one of the Guild laws."

Warren couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Do you know someone named Remy LeBeau?"

"The Prince of Thieves? Banished from New Orleans. Everyone knows his story. He married the rival Guild for peace. It went to hell in a hand basket when her brother tried to shoot Remy, 'cause, Remy shot him after."

"Prince of Thieves, eh." Gritted out Warren. "Anyhow, give me seven targets for today. I'll finish them off and be back before supper."

"How big do you want to go boss?" he stammered.

"Give me big. I want those thieves panicking," said Warren grimly.

"You want big? Hmm, seven of them? Okay, three of New York's biggest and most reliable safe houses… First one 171 St, 23 Ave."

"Okay, hold on," Warren grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil form Carl's desk. "Okay, continue."

"York Drive, 371 Ave, it's on water front."

"Hmm, okay. Go on."

"And… um, Capilano St., 101 Ave., be careful sit. This one is mightily guarded."

"Noted and for warehouses…"

"There are four on the docks on Mason's Street, Freelance roadway are the two of the bigger ones. Cormack and Webber are two well known shipping companies on Piers 39 and 41, but they have the name, but not

the backing… if you know what I mean."

"Thank you Carl. One more question. Do you have any more of that invisibility stuff? I plan to make the sky bright tonight."

"Yes sir, I do." Carl pulled out his bottle. "A little goes a long way."

"Thank you Carl and remember, you have backing for your pursuits now. Feel free to experiment."

"Thank you sir!" he responded flushed.

Warren grinned as he entered his own office. Betsy was standing there waiting for him.

"Lover." She acknowledged him.

"You always did have a way of sneaking up on me." He grinned as he pulled her into a delicious kiss.

"It's a lot simpler now though." She mused, grinning in their kiss. "I want to help Warren and by God, if that means seducing you into saying yes, then let it be written, so let it be done."

"Hmm, then shall I wait till after to respond?" he gave a little chuckle.

"Seeing as you have no comfortable furniture here… maybe that's not such a good idea." She teased.

"Fine, but I want you to stay well away." Warren said seriously. "You can watch and tell me what to do, but I don't know what I would do without you."

"That's all I'm asking." She smiled.

"Then, let us go." Warren smiled.

They came to the first warehouse.

"You're going to hit Cormack and Webber?" demanded Betsy furiously.

"Bets, cool down. It's a front for the Thieves Guild. Now come and spray me with this." Smiled Warren seductively.

"Come on, keep your mind on the task a head and not on sex." She grinned. She sprayed him until he was all gone.

"Your turn." Said Warren. He did the same after he sprayed the explosives.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Warren grabbed the explosives and began to place them in strategic places so that the whole building would fall.

With a chuckle, he finished the job. No one had seen him and there were plenty of people around.

Quietly, he outfitted all four warehouses. Warren and Betsy stood about a block away from Cormack on top of the next roof.

"Why do you think they have all four warehouses so close together?" wondered Betsy.

"Because they are all connected underground." Warren grinned. "Well, were all connected that is."

"Hmm, they are probably there for security reasons when they first built it. After all, these building are ancient."

Warren laughed. "Not that old. Shall we?" Betsy gave a nod. Remote in hand, Warren pressed the little red button. Without a look back, Warren picked up Betsy as they headed to their last three targets.

"Aww Rogue, y' always win!" complained Remy. "Dis is not fair!"

"Ya just sore 'cause ya can't beat a girl." Goaded Rogue.

"A good t'ief always knows his chanced Chere an' y' have all de cards." Sighed Remy. "I quit."

Along with Bobby and Logan, Remy and Rogue were having a game of strip poker.

"Ya know Drake. This is all your fault." Said Logan as a matter of factly.

"Well how was I supposed to know that you'd get drunk and change it into a game of truth or dare?" answered Bobby, one sock, two shoes, a hat, three rings, one pair of sunglasses and a shirt, short. Ring. Ring.

"Hello? Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning, Rogue speaking… Um, sure, here he is." She handed the phone over to Remy.

"Allô? He said. Moments passed by. "MERDE! Yeah, I'll be right dere." He hung up the phone and rushed to get dressed.

"What's the matter sugah?" asked Rogue concerned.

"Um, well my stocks are fallin' an' I need t' talk t'someone before dey not be worth anyt'ing anymore." He smiled apolegetically. "Next time Chere, it's goin' t' be y' dat takes off de shirt.

"We'll see about that!" she yelled as he made a mad dash for the door.

Remy's whole demeanor changed the moment he stepped off his motorcycle at the Guild headquarters. With a purpose, he walked forcefully into the building. It was chaos!

He walked down a hall and everyone was bumping into him. As he came up to a door, he nodded to the guard. The guard opened the door, let him in, and then went back to guarding.

Remy strode up to his spot at the table. "How de FUCK did dis happen?"

The Guildmaster, Thomas Corday, had an amused smile on his lips. "By explosives. How else?"

Remy gave off a frustrated sigh. As the new member of the New York Thieves Guild Council, people depended on him to make the right choices for their safety.

"Gentlemen," Thomas frowned. "It seems we are under attack." The room erupted into shouting, but it was quickly silenced by Remy who held up a glowing ace of spades.

"Thanks you LeBeau." Smiled Thomas. He seriously liked the Cajun. He gave him more credibility and he swayed people to his side. LeBeau was someone that you didn't want to make an enemy of.

"Matthews, what information do you have?" the Guildmaster asked.

"Beyond the obvious, nothing. No one saw anything, which could imply that it was an inside job. But, keep in mind, that not one person there had the time to do all of this." Matthews sighed. This was all very frustrating.

"So if we can't find out who, let us speculate on the why." Thomas was becoming agitated.

"That in itself is a mystery." Said a woman.

"So we don't know who or why? Is there anyone that we know that holds a grudge and the money backing to pull something like this off?" asked Thomas.

"The Kind pin." Offered the woman.

"Sebastian Shaw." Said another man.

"Draxtar." Answered another.

"The US government." Responded Thomas to his own question.

"Warren Worthington." Said Remy all of a sudden. Everyone turned towards him.

"Warren Worthington the III?" asked Thomas with a raised eyebrow.

"De man had a grudge against me." Remy admitted. Everyone gave a little chuckle.

"Everyone has a grudge against you for one thing or another." Laughed the woman. "If it's not Belladonna and the Assassins Guild, it's the poor heart of a woman that you've strung along."

"I wouldn't talk Eunice. You be on your 6th husband now, non?" snapped Remy.

"People!" shouted Thomas to silence everyone. They all settled into their seats. "We don't know who or why, but we do know that they are trying to cripple us and it's working. We can't afford anymore major blows into we have changed parts, communicating, everything!" Everyone was quiet. Remy was secretly pleased that Thomas has taken it upon himself to assert himself.

"That's not all. I want all of you to pick a safe house and guard it for the duration of this crisis. That will be all." Thomas stood up and everyone left, but he gave Remy a hand gesture for him to stay.

As everyone left, Thomas sat down with a frustrated sigh. "I don't know how these people knew about the tunnels connecting the buildings to each other and … to us."

"Dey could have gotten into de Guild Complex." Remy breathed in understanding. "Merde."

"Shit is right. Those four warehouses were some of our biggest. Thank God most of everything underneath is still intact."

"Oui. Luck was on out side."

"Remy since this is a direct attack on the Guild, I will have to inform your father." Said Thomas frankly.

"D'accord…"

A man popped his head in the door.

"I told you we were not to be disturbed." Said Thomas, his voice raising.

"Two safe houses have been hit." He said with out permeable.

"Remy gaped. "Two safe houses, which ones?"

"You're not going to like this…" muttered the man. He told them.

"WHAT!" they both cried in shock.

"It's not possible." Breathed Remy.

"Damn it! Those safe houses have been there since WWI!" shouted Thomas, losing control. He took some deep breaths before continuing.

"Thomas, I t'ink I know where dey goin' t' hit next." Said Remy out of the room.

Remy sat on top of a building across from the largest safe house in the city. How do dey know where to hit?

Everything was going smoothly. The survivors of the last two attacks were being moved into its basement and sub-levels.

All of a sudden, something caught Remy's eye. He didn't know what it was. It had seemed to suddenly swoop down over top of him. The rush of air still made his neck tingle. All of his senses had gone on alert.

He twisted his head around to see the heart signature of a man with wings on the next building. Yet, his color senses told him there was nothing there. Confused, he inched closer to the invisible being from behind, careful not to be seen.

When he saw a box being opened and a switch inside, via his radar eyes, he bolted into action.

Carefully, he crept up and pinned… something, someone down.

The struggled on the roof, rolling on top of each other again and again trying to get the upper hand.

The men flipped the switch with a free hand, which sent the safe house crushing towards the ground.

Gambit was distracted for that one instant which gave the man the opportunity to backhand him in the face. It sent him flying backwards.

Gambit played dead.

The man was breathing heavy as he came close to the unmoving body. As he tested for a pulse, Gambit sprang into action.

He punched the man effectively breaking his nose and followed through with a punch to the stomach, winding him.

Grabbing the man's wrists, he had him effectively pinned underneath.

"Who are y'?" Remy screamed as sweat dripped off his face onto the man. Then it hit him. Who else had wings? Warren Warren started to laugh as his invisibility slowly wiped away with Gambit's sweat and sleeve. "Hello…. Prince of Thieves."

 

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