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Post by Logan on Dec 12, 2003 13:08:05 GMT -4
With the Blackbird safely on the ground, Logan looked over to Gambit. “With that landing I’m beginning to think that you been tryin to pull the wool over my eyes about not bein able to fly.” It wasn’t the best landing Logan had ever seen, but Gumbo had seemed to be in control the whole way and they made it to the ground without much difficulty.
He popped open the hatch doors in the back and the side door opened for Pyro. “We got a little bit of a walk, but tha building’s over there.” He pointed at the large complex of building’s in the distance. Squinting at the notebook in front of him he said, “And wouldn’t ya know it? The one we want’s in the middle!”<br>
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Post by Gambit on Dec 12, 2003 13:34:08 GMT -4
“Moi? Bluff? Now where would you get dat idea?” Remy asked, feigning innocence.
Hopping out of the plane, he surveyed the area. A cold wind blew, ruffling his hair, and sending a chill up his spine.
“De one in de middle? Now dere’s a shocker,” Remy said sarcastically, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Finding his gloves with the random fingers missing, he slipped them on.
“So we got a plan, or is dis one o’ dose shoot first, t’ink later kinda t’ings?”<br>
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Post by Logan on Dec 12, 2003 13:57:37 GMT -4
“The general idea here is to knock out the main computer from what it looks like, and take out as many of them blasted machines that we can along the way.” He turned to the others. “I don’t know how many of them are in there, or even where they are, so we gotta be real careful.” And looking at the still green around the gills Guido, “And real quiet.”<br>
“Less hold off on the explosions.” He said to Gambit, “And the signal fires.” He said to Pyro. “Until we git in there, then we destroy the computer and plow a way out destroyin everything we can and gittin outta here asap.” He looked around at all of them. “Comprende?”<br>
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Post by Gambit on Dec 13, 2003 21:32:35 GMT -4
As Logan went over the plans, Gambit lazily flipped a single playing card between his fingers. But when the one comment was directed at him, he slipped the card in his pocket, and held his hands up as if surrendering.
“Got it. An dere should be no problem gettin’ us in dere wit’out settin’ off de alarms,” he drawled, looking to the compound in the distance. “But I say we get goin’ right away. We stand here long enough, we might as well jus’ walk up, knock on de door, an’ ask ta join de tea party.”<br>
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 13, 2003 22:26:00 GMT -4
Guido was about to reply, but his stomach finally won its argument. Raising his index finger in a "just a sec" signal, he ducked behind the nearest tree.
"UUUURRRRKKK!"
Spitting a couple of times, he stepped back to the group, who were all looking at him with varying degrees of disgust.
"Whoo. Much better. All right, let's light this candle."
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Post by Gambit on Dec 13, 2003 22:30:34 GMT -4
Gambit looked at Guido with raised eyebrows.
“T’anks fo’ sharin’, mon ami, but I t’ink dat be some info’mation I didn’t wanna know,” he said, sounding slightly ill.
Maybe dat landin’ was a little rough…
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 13, 2003 22:33:43 GMT -4
"You have no idea, buddy," Guido said, rolling the kinks out of his neck and shoulders. "I don't remember eatin' that."
Grinning wickedly, he indicated the notebook Logan was studying.
"Whaddya need me ta do, Squatty-Body?"
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Post by Logan on Dec 14, 2003 11:34:29 GMT -4
Logan looked at each of them in turn, taking care to communicate with his stony face that he was in no mood for any shenanigans, then turned and headed off toward the complex of buildings. I might have picked the wrong bunch for seriousness sake.
Before long they were standing as close as they could get to the gates of the complex without the security cameras that were surveying the area picking them up. “Don’t know if any of you noticed it, but does this seem a little too easy so far?” Logan asked. “Where’s the guards?”
The complex inside looked like a ghost town. Nothing was stirring and the only noise they could hear in the distance was a dull mechanical one.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 14, 2003 12:35:33 GMT -4
Gambit glanced around the compound, his unease reaching new heights.
Logan be right. Dis got “trap” written all over it. But what d’we have?
“De way I see it, we got two choices. One, we turn back now, jump on de plane, and head home,” he said, counting it off on his fingers. “Or two, we continue as planned.”<br>
Furrowing his brow, he took a deep breath.
“Now, wit’ option one, everyt’in’ could turn out fine. Or, dey could be watchin’ us, an’ we end up leadin’ dem straight back ta de mansion,” he said, his face grim. “Wit’ de second one, we could get in dere an’ do what we came ta do, and get back out. Or, it be a trap, an’ dey wait fo’ us ta get in, an’ we never get back out. I don’ know ‘bout you, but I don’ like de odds eit’er way. But wit’ de second option, it be only our lives on de line.”<br>
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 14, 2003 12:59:34 GMT -4
"I'm gonna haveta go with Crawdad on this one," Guido whispered. "Right now, it's only our butts on tha choppin' block, no need ta stir up tha hornet's nest and lead 'em back home. 'Sides, the gals are all willin' ta kill us fer the little shower incident, might actually be less painful this way. Let's do it."
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Post by Logan on Dec 14, 2003 13:41:07 GMT -4
Logan nodded and sniffed the air. There was definitely somebody in there, but they were relatively far away, and he couldn't make out exactly which direction with the wind changing direction so often. Pyro was just looking around wide eyed, but he nodded when the others spoke, so Logan just assumed he was with them.
"Good. Now we gotta figger out how ta git in there without bringin the whole force down on us." Logan looked over to Gumbo. "Well master thief-do I leave it up to you to get us past the security cameras and over the possibly electified fence as quietly as possible?"
He paused for a moment and then went on. "Or Guido here can lob us over one at a time...over there where there are no cameras, and then when we're inside we figger out a way ta git him in quiet like."
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 14, 2003 17:35:21 GMT -4
Guido rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, tossin' you lightweights over tha fence won't be a problem, but there's tha slight matter of tha landin'. Not everybody's as resilient as others," he directed this last to Pyro.
"Even then, I'm not sure how I'd get over. I'm not tha Hulk. I might be able ta get a run at it, but with my luck I'd catch tha seat of my pants on the wire and get barbecued on my backside. That'd be a revoltin' development."
He pondered some more.
"Here's what's goin' through my little head. I toss you and Gambit over. I'm guessin' you both know how ta take a fall if nothin' else. Me and Sparky hang back until you find a more conventional means of entry. Whaddya think?"
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Post by Logan on Dec 14, 2003 18:10:08 GMT -4
Without a second thought Logan said, "Let's do it. Throw me and Gumbo over the wall into that shadowy area over there." He said pointing. "Then we'll figger out how ta git you and Sparks in here without makin a ruckus."
He looked at Gambit and then back to Guido. "Throw me over first."
Can't shake that feelin like I'm bein watched. He sniffed the air again. Nothing.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 14, 2003 18:23:19 GMT -4
“Not dat I like de idea o’ bein’ a human baseball, but dat sounds like a plan,” Gambit replied, looking up at the tall, electrified fence. “I’m sure once I get in dere, I can find de security system, an’ shut de power o’ de fence down.”<br>
I’m used ta doin’ dis kinda stuff alone. Dat’s gotta count fo’ some o’ de uneasiness… I hope…
“I’m sure de Wolverine here can make you a nice little door once de t’reat o’ turnin’ toasty is gone,” he said to Guido and Pyro, a smirk on his face that didn’t match the look in his eyes.
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 14, 2003 18:33:01 GMT -4
Guido nodded, and placed the palm of his right hand near Logan's feet. "All aboard."
Logan hopped on and Guido raised him to around shoulder height, hefting him a couple of times to gauge his weight. Eyeballing the distance to his target area, and the height of the fence, he did some quick math to ensure he didn't launch Logan howling over the entire compound.
Catching Logan's eye, the smaller man merely nodded his readiness, and crouched in anticipation. Guido cocked his arm and shot-putted Logan over the fence, where he landed with catlike grace exactly in the right spot.
"Not bad," Guido muttered. "All right, Crawdad, yer up. Happy landins'."
Gambit shook his head and climbed aboard, muttering some indeciperable Cajun curse. Guido repeated his warmup, and revised his calculations. He let fly, and Gambit was launched over the fence with his trenchcoat fluttering. He executed a couple of swift flips and landed with similar ease near Logan.
Guido retreated back into the thicker bushes where Pyro was stil hiding. He realized the kid hadn't said a word the whole trip.
"Hey, don't worry about a thing. We're workin' with tha best here. If anyone'll get us back, it's that crazy Canuck. No worries, eh?"
He patted Pyro on the shoulder, then tapped the whisper mic in his left ear.
"Hey, can you guys hear me? You all right?"
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