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Post by Creed on Oct 20, 2007 0:06:02 GMT -4
If he hadn't been sure, Creed would have said nothing. But Victor Creed was very, very sure.
As far as anyone knew, the two of them didn't know each other. They needed to keep it that way just as long as possible.
He had chosen the hedge maze on purpose. The possibility of being observed or recorded at this moment at this place was extremely small given the angle of the afternoon shadow and the height of the carefully manicured hedge, but even so Creed didn't make eye contact. In fact, despite a near silent approach he didn't turn to look at his visitor at all. He sat nearly reclined on the ornately wrought iron bench and nervously tapped a pack of cigarettes against the armrest.
"Yer late", he grumbled in a low and irritated tone.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 20, 2007 9:20:02 GMT -4
“Désolé, but I couldn’t jus’ walk out in de middle o’ confession. Might o’ raised a few suspicions,” the heavily accented voice replied, sounding more amused than he felt.
The walk from the chapel to this place had felt like a long one, and although he had moved along at his usual slow and relaxed stride, inside all he had wanted to do was run. As it was, there was nothing unusual about him strolling through the hedgemaze when he had free time, which made it the perfect place for such an important meeting. It had been so long and finally the moment had arrived. This meant only one thing: Victor Creed was very, very sure.
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Post by Creed on Oct 20, 2007 11:12:21 GMT -4
"Figger we got about ten minutes ta talk", Creed said. "Brung ya some'a them crap-smellin' cigarettes ya like. Them damn things'll kill ya."
He seemed more concerned about the smell than he did about his companion's demise.
"It ain't in th' castle itself", he said as he flipped the pack of cigarettes toward the priest. He glanced upward reflexively but he already knew that the hedge covered even its highest spires from view. "But there's two places in that lab where it might be."
He had made enough 'special deliveries' in McCoy's lab to narrow that down. Good thing the doc's wife had a taste for wild strawberries.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 20, 2007 12:51:59 GMT -4
Easily catching the pack of cigarettes that Creed tossed his way, they quickly disappeared into the folds of his cloak. He said nothing in reply, his dark eyes instinctively moving in the direction he knew the castle to be in as well. What he heard next caused his nerves to increase.
“Might? I t’ought we agreed not t’ meet until we were sure. It ain’ like we gonna get a bunch o’ chances fo’ trial an’ error.”
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Post by Creed on Oct 21, 2007 22:26:08 GMT -4
Creed looked irritated at being doubted. "I am sure. It might be in one'a those two places. There's a whole lotta other places I'm damn sure it ain't."
He got to his feet, his senses alert for any changes or movement in the area around them.
"That servant th' dumb bounty hunter turned in filled in a lot o' th' blanks we weren't sure about", Creed said.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 29, 2007 16:15:07 GMT -4
After all this time, this was as good as it was going to get. It would be next to impossible to find out for sure until they got there, and the longer they kept up these charades the greater the chance that this would all blow up in their faces. Samuel Guthrie was already looking for any excuse to slander Remy’s name, or worse, and he had all of SHIELD to back him up.
“So dat’s where we gotta go, den,” he replied in a resigned sort of manner. The time was finally approaching.
Closing his eyes, a pensive expression had settled on his face. Between the castle and the lab, he was glad their destination was the latter. Far less people to deal with, and there were no pressing social events for the Royal Family in the near future that he was aware of. The doctor, however...
“Thursday night,” he said suddenly, his eyes fixing on Creed. “De whole family got a television interview t’ film. Ain’ nobody gonna be home. Dat’s when we strike.”
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Post by Creed on Oct 30, 2007 17:00:08 GMT -4
Creed raised an eyebrow as he turned to face the priest.
"Case you fergot...", he challenged, "...there's still a little matter'a how we're gonna get inta th' dang place unnoticed..."
Stealth wasn't a problem for either of them. Getting past the castle's high-tech defenses and telepath patrols was.
Creed had credentials. He could pass through the compound without a problem. Having a reason that wouldn't raise questions and eyebrows...
He was still trying to work that one out.
When they went in they needed not to be observed.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 6, 2007 21:03:09 GMT -4
Remy merely smiled back in return, a genuine and honest smile. It was a rarity lately.
“Now don’t y’ go worryin’ dat pretty head o’ y’rs none, mon ami,” he drawled, his accent coming out thicker than he usually allowed for his formal occupation. “I got dat covered. All y’ gotta do is show up.”
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Post by Creed on Nov 6, 2007 23:42:03 GMT -4
Creed was silent behind his scowl for a good long while.
"Nex' time", he growled when he finally decided to speak, "I'm gonna bring ya some girly magazines instead'a them smokes. Runnin' around in that smock's made ya go all fruity."
Creed didn't ask what the sneak thief meant. Neither did he doubt what he said. They both knew the importance and the deadly seriousness of the game they were playing. The less said about it now, the more likely they were to succeed with their mission.
Either way, success or otherwise...they also knew that the odds were that one or both of them would end up dead.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 7, 2007 20:02:41 GMT -4
Creed’s reaction was priceless, and Remy couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Y’ stay celibate dis long an’ anyt’in’ starts t’ look good,” he joked. He couldn’t help it. The shorter their time got, the more nervous he got, the more he joked.
And time was getting short and he was getting nervous. Years of planning, and the time was almost here.
“De interview’s spose t’ start at seven.”
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Post by Creed on Nov 7, 2007 22:26:40 GMT -4
"I'll be ready", Creed said in a low voice as he turned and took a few steps away.
Halting as he had a sudden thought, he turned back. "An' no....this ain't no date", he said with an irritated snarl, anticipating what the other man might say.
Joking or not, Creed had a very difficult time appreciating the line of humor.
And although the remainder of his words were mostly lost in his grumbling as he turned away again, the nature and disgruntled intent of them was not.
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Post by Gambit on Nov 7, 2007 22:48:30 GMT -4
“Y’ wound me, cher,” Remy said, placing a hand over his heart. The grin on his face made him appear anything but hurt. Creed’s complete lack of amusement at his jokes only seemed to goad the Cajun on.
“But if dat’s de case, den y’ won’ mind me bringin’ a friend or two, non?”
In the blink of an eye all humour fell from Remy’s face. Folding his hands in front of him, a serene expression overtook his features. The transformation from scoundrel to priest was quite flawless. “Until den,” he nodded. “May de Lord bless y’ an’ watch over y’.”
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