xp_logs | Log: Remy/Dane

Remy finally catches up with the telepath that got Betsy. It leads to more information, and a major lead.

Dane was an attractive man. Vain. His looks were a weapon he cultivated as carefully as his telepathic gifts. Unfortunately, neither seemed to be doing him much good here. He'd been in his favourite bar in London, talking (and subtly telepathically influencing) a young woman with a sudden obsession with fellatio when the room had begun to swim, and he'd woken up in the middle of a warehouse, hands bound tightly behind his back.

"Wha--" He started scanning, but found he couldn't focus. His brain was fuzzy, and it was blocking his access to his powers. Dane tugged futilely on the bonds, but found them to be tight and well fashioned.

Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the gloom. Only a few bare bulbs provided any kind of illumination, and they were a long way off. Still, the weak light outlined a low table near him, with a tray on it. Flickers of grey light slid over the metal forms, outlining the cruel blades and sinister looking barbs.

Soft footsteps echoed behind him, and Dane froze.

"Bonjour, ami. Don't pretend dat you sleeping. Remy know better." LeBeau walked around from behind the bound man, squatting easily on his heels in front of him. "You do know who I am, don't you?"

Dane tried to keep his face impassive. "Gambit. You're the one on the end of Xavier's leash."

"Something like dat, homme. Something like dat." Remy smiled. He liked the ones that put on the tough front. They were easier to break. "You sloppy, you know. Drawing you funds for de job you pulled on Betts from Ellis Securities. Tsk tsk, homme."
"Won the money playing poker." Dane said flatly.

"Now, Remy got a schedule to keep. You a professional, homme. Unless you stupid, you also know my reputation. You know dat I'm going to get want I want from you eventually. De only question is how long it takes to put you back together after." Remy picked up a viciously hooked tool and pointed it at Dane. "Wisdom hired you."

"Look, Gambit. You know that if I tell you anything, I'm going to have people out to kill me."

"You should worry 'bout me, homme. You don't tell me everything, I'll leave just enough left for dem to have some fun wit." Gambit smiled and put the tool next to the man's eye. "Again, you working for Wisdom. One wrong answer and you lose depth perception."

Dane twitched but otherwise controlled his fear. Hopefully whatever was blocking his telepathy would break off soon. The fact was that Gambit did terrify him. With good reason. But Wisdom wasn't much better. The pressure of the tool in the skin beside his eye jerked him, and he began to sweat.

Maybe there was a way to deal with both.

"Wait!" He said, just as Remy drew back his eyelid. "Wait! I can tell you things."

"Dat's right. Wisdom hired you to take down Betts. Why?"

"Braddock was a danger to him. She also had access to information he needed."

"So the drugs?"

"Makes the mind more pliable. Especially in the case of a telepath. The shield just slip away."

"What did Pete want."

"Laos. Information on the agents placed in Laos." The fear was obvious on Dane's face, which was how he wanted it. Honest reactions would lull Gambit enough that he might be able to twist things. "Shaw wanted control of the region, and Wisdom offered to give it to him."
"So Wisdom's working for Shaw now?"

"It's complicated." Dane swallowed. "Wisdom still has to establish himself, and Shaw is the best way to do it. Obviously, no one trusts the White King much yet. Lassaurd needed to be removed if they were going to take the region over."
"What are they moving through Laos?"

"All sorts of stuff. Bio-weapons, military technology. There was supposed to be a big sale from some Indian guy they were trying to intercept. Zashil Singh. They got Lassaurd, but now this guy's gone into hiding."

"Dat right?" There were ways to find people. "What's Wisdom's angle?"

"If he helps Shaw consolidate the Black Court, it will bootstrap the White Court with it. Also, ends any questions about Wisdom's loyalty, which is why he's kissing ass right now." Dane shook his head.

"Where's Wisdom?"

"Asia. Looking at some partnerships for Shaw's business. I don't know where exactly."

"Hmm." Remy tapped his fingers with the tool and nodded. "So, homme, Remy doesn't need to tell you want happens if you end up back aware near the mansion."

"No."

"Good. I wouldn't be too ready to spend dat payment either." Remy tossed the tool back on the tray and walked out into the gloom. Dane sighed and sagged against the pole. He was alive, genitals remarkably uncrushed. That was a first for Gambit. He took a deep breath reminding himself he was still alive. Dane sat in the dark for a long time.

"Ah, are you going to untie me? Hello?"