xp_logs | LOG: Remy and Jake (Reply)

Remy ruins Jake's plans for cake.

Remy placed the last file into his bag, zipping it up so nothing would fall out. He'd already pulled the equipment he needed and had filled another bag downstairs. Through the door, he could hear the bustle of the people getting ready to catch their chartered flight. The wedding certainly would have it's share of colourful attendents involved in it.

"You see this? You see this?" Jake's voice sounded down the hallways as he accosted innocent passers by with a piece of shiny and impressive looking cardboard. "There's cake! There's.. There's cake!"

That would be Jake, Remy thought as the voice carried through the door. Figures that he'd answer the summons as loud as possible. "De door is open, Gavin." He called out, and sat back down behind the desk.

Jake entered waving the menu emphatically at Remy. "Cake," he repeated, giving Remy's bag a suspicious look.

"Looks good. Lorna outdid herself." Remy paused, and the look in his eyes confirmed Jake's worst suspecions. "Maybe you ask her if she save you a piece for later, neh?"

Remy tossed the file on the desk, in front of Jake.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding!" Jake picked up the file. "Ah. You're not kidding. But does it have to be now? Do you know how long I've been looking forwards to this day?"

"You know something, Jake. On de list of priorities dat I have, your anticipation of a free buffet and dessert sits surprisingly low. If it would make you feel better, I'm going to miss things wit' you." Remy said, although the expression on Jake's face clearly stated that it made things worse. "Had a meeting dis afternoon wit' a man dat moves a lot of drugs into New York. Turns out dat dere is a group in de west, just moved in, dat uses mutants. Brand new, well connected, and surprisingly successful."

Jake ignored the file. "Uses them how?"

"Guards, transport. Looks like the ring is primarily mutant, which is a first. More importantly, one of de members of dis group seems to possess unnatural agility, and can spit some kind of substance. Sound like anyone we know?" Remy raised an eyebrow, and motioned to the file. "When Pete left, we lost a lot, but the more painful part was all of the tertirary surviellance we had on Magneto and the Brotherhood. Wisdom cut a big chunk out of his European finances, so it's possible he's got his men working in drugs and other things to stabilize his money streams."

"I'm still tracing his pants," Jake said absently, as he thought about Remy had told him. He still wasn't convinced it was as urgent as all that, though. After all, Lorna had made cake.

"Until de pants operation comes up wit' something solid, we need to track down every lead we can. Dere's a shipment coming into Denver on Friday. You and I are going to be dere to see if Toad or any other associates of Lensherr's are pulling the strings." Remy said finally, ignoring Jake's protests. Until he had a handle on Magneto's movements, he was going to treat every option as urgent. A nasty voice in the back of his head whispered that it was a conveinant excuse too, but he quashed that thought.

Jake's jaw dropped. "On Friday? As in this Friday? ...I always knew you were evil."

"Dat's right. Remy called de drug dealers and asked dem to delay shipping until Friday just so I could spoil your day." LeBeau said sourly, cutting off Jake's protests. "'fact, dere is no city of Denver. It just a mock up in de Danger Room dat Remy made at lunch. So, you going to read de file or not?"

"I wouldn't put it past you," Jake grumbled, finally dropping down in a chair to read through the file. After a couple of minutes, he looked back up, frowning. "Not extremely well backed up, this."

"Non, it's not." Remy shook his head. "Unfortunately, it's also the best lead we've had in a month. Even if Magneto isn't involved, dere aren't many organizations dat can field teams of mutants into criminal activities. Dat's worth looking at."

"I suppose," Jake admitted reluctantly, giving the menu he was still clutching a forlorn look.

"I'll ask Lorna to make you a doggy bag, alright?" Remy stood up. "I'm not any happier 'bout dis den you, Jake, but dis is de job. If we had any intel on Magneto, den maybe we could put dis off. But we don't, so we get to sit in a seedy motel until we get some." Remy picked up his bag. "If it helps, I'll buy you some pie when we get dere."

"The good stuff? Not the fast food kind?" Jake gave in to the inevitable, already planning what he'd throw in his bag. Most decidedly not any of the good suits.

"Any type you want. Promise." Remy said with a slight grin. "We even going to fly First Class. Only tickets available on de flight. Met me downstairs in 20 minutes." It was a rather said attempt to assauge his guilt, but he could live with it. The fact was that they did need to check this out, and he'd keep telling himself that.