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xp_logsLogan stops by the brownstone to bring the spies beer and to sound them out a little. Oddly enough, nobody gets hurt.
Backdated to June 6th.
Logan walked through the front door of the New York brownstone with a case of beer under one arm, a full pack of stogies in his pocket, and a desire to get some work done. Not like he had much else to do, and this work had the benefit of being honest. Something he could accomplish. "Hey, spooks!" he shouted to get someone's
attention. "Brought beer!"
"Dat brings you ahead of most of dis lot." Remy said, standing quietly at the edge of the lobby. He was sure Logan had smelled him the second he'd come through the door, but there were some things that were expected. He jerked a thumb at the couple of people pulling down stripes of crappy wallpaper. "Dis are de drones. You up for something a little more strenuous, homme?"
"What'd you have in mind?" he asked. He knew who Remy was - vaguely - but almost nothing about the man. Which was fine with him - he didn't have a past to share and if he wanted to keep his close to the chest, Logan was fully-prepared to accept that. "Go drop the beers in the fridge first." he said.
"Fridge? You an optimist." Remy said with a slight smile, moving to open the door and leading Logan up the stairs to the second floor. They stopped at one of the apartments long enough to stash the beer there and then down to the end of the hall, beside the large common room. What had been an apartment had been mostly gutted and rewalled to form an office space. Loops of cabling and electrical conduits hung from the ceilings.
"Dis is what we need." Remy pointed to the rough ended walls and the joists used to place the increased cabling into the room. "Supposed to be an office here, but Cain didn't have time to do more den rough it out. 'manda can't seem to use de skill saw, and Remy can't balance right for it. Figured dat cutting was right up you alley, neh?"
Logan had noticed as they were walking through the house that Remy's stride and balance were all wrong. "Heard about what happened to you. Bitch of a thing." he said, and then left it at that. He paced the room, looking at what needed to be done. "I ain't much of a carpenter, but I got blades that don't go dull and don't break." he said with amusement. "Think you can show me what cuts need to be made where?" he asked.
"Yeah, well, guess dat without it, Remy wouldn't had de stylish cane." Remy hoisted his cane and laid it beside a roll of plans at the table, which he passed to Logan. "Marko left dese, which are supposed to be his plans. Frankly, dat man uses a pencil like he chiseling stone."
Remy eased himself down at the table and started sorting out the mass of cables that Doug had run the day before. Beside him was a box full of signal scramblers and shielding that he'd acquired. On top of his assassin skills, he had a lot of experience in intrusion, which made his skill set include a lot of electronic tricks. Besides, it was something he could do without hitting himself. "When de drag you back to de school? Last Remy heard, you were up in Canada or something."
"Canada wasn't working out anymore. Went as far as it could go." He said. "Beats fighting for shitty pay and worse beer in every truck stop and two-bit dive I could find." He glanced over to the box of electronic goodies and snorted. "You raid a Radio Shack on your way in this morning?" he asked, then went over to the blueprints to give them
another going-over.
"Funny. Dat's what we called de guy dat makes dis." Remy tipped up the box. "All manner of slightly illegal counter intrusion and survaillance measures dat we can stuff into dis pipes. Because it's all custom, none of de players know how to compromise dem yet. Trying to hone a fine edge on our paranoia."
He fed a cable carefully into the housing and began to attach the wires with surprising delicacy. "Dey stuffed you back into de leathers yet?"
"Into, and back out of." he said ruefully. "Bad experience." He popped his claws then made a first incision into the wood. As the claw passed through the wood he wrinkled his nose. "There ever a fire in here?" he asked. "A serious one?"
"Not dat I know of, but I wouldn't doubt it. De place wasn't in de best shape before Emma got her hands on it." Remy was trying to recall what he knew of Logan from the X-Men's files. He was a feral class mutant; healing factor, enhanced senses, and the product of the same kind of program as Remy had been involved in, gaining those claws and a reinforced skelaton.
Logan waved his hand in front of his nose. "Stinks like fire. And see this? Char." he said, flaking some of it down to the ground with a claw. "Best to cut it all out and fix it up right." So Logan got to it, getting to as much as he could get to given the limitations of his leverage and reach. "Gonna need to get Cain back in here. All this shit in here is damaged. Best to replace it, unless you want to run the risk of collapse if something really heavy hits above it."
Remy sighed and pulled out his celphone. "Frost swore dis place was completely structurally renovated before handing it over. Pardon." He left the electronics, and hobbled out to the hallway. It didn't take long to get the promise of a crew of builders into the place later in the day. More delays. Remy was ready to kill both Frost for this place, and Wisdom for dumping the work on him. "Dey be in to replace things by de end of the day. How dey missed a chunk of fire damage beyond me."
"Not easy to see, and it was deep inside the wall here. Only way you'd ever see it is if you did what we did - gutted the place then cut into these things here." he said, gesturing to the aforementioned wall studs. "Doesn't look _too_ bad. Seen worse." he said without thinking about it. Where he had seen worse, he couldn't say.
"Oui, but Remy still happy to lay all de blame on her Leatherness." Remy sighed and settled back down. "Why dey pull you back out of de team? Remy seen some of you Danger Room tapes. Better you going in first den Nate or Scott most times. Least you patch up quicker."
Logan leaned against a wall and had a quick mental debate about how much he wanted to tell this Remy. "Psychological." he said, with a very disturbing feral grin. "And speaking of coming back..." he said, digging out a cigarillo out of his pocket and offering Remy one should he be so inclined. "What brings you back to New York? Looking for a little redemption, like Amanda?"
"Redemption? Don't think dat one is even possible, homme." Remy took the cigarillo and lit it with the tip of his finger. He took a deep draw and let it trickle out his nose, giving his mismatched red on black eyes and thin sharp features a positively saturnine cast. "Remy is looking to do something worthwile for once. However, after getting fucked around by de Professor, I'm not about to trust de school. Dat's where Wisdom comes in."
Logan left that one alone. Every man had his demons, and that one was Remy's. "So - if I hear this right - you're going to fuck around with Wisdom and pull bad people out of dark places before they can go do bad things to good people?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me."
"Figured you'd appreciate." Remy snorted. He sighed and struggled up again. "Fuck it. If dis room is going to get gutted again, de cables can wait. Let's get that drink." He picked up his cane and limped towards the door.
Logan snorted in amusement. "Cold beer'd be good right about now" he said, retracting his claws and waiting for that fraction of a second until the wounds completely closed. A memento mori, lest he start taking them for granted. "So tell me more about this whole setup, bub." he said as they walked/hobbled back to the beer.
"It's a fun one, homme. Frost has us set up wit' dis cover as a think tank. Gives us a reason to employ all sorts of random types without looking suspecious, and keeps us funded for doing de real job." Remy pushed the door open with his cane and walked into the kitchen, pulling out a couple of beers. He flipped one to Logan without looking, figuring the man's reflexes were good enough, and then found a sill to lean against and take the weight off his leg. "After England, we ended up wit' a lot of encrypted material to go through, and our contacts turn over things pretty regularly."
Logan snatched the beer out of the air easily and didn't bother with the bottle opener to get the top off it. Sure, it cost him a little blood, but he twisted the non-twist-top beer open with his bare hands and took a deep drink while his healing factor closed the wounds on his fingers. "What kind of contacts?" he asked suspiciously, an idea starting to form.
"All sorts, homme. Betts, Wisdom and I have networks from when we were working in de business, and we've added others along de way. Gavin's always a good source if you threaten him enough." Remy took a long drink from his bottle. "Not dat different den we used to do for de mansion."
Logan shrugged. "Got some things worth poking around in." he said around swallows of beer. "Important things."
"We always available. Reasonable rates too." Remy said with a grin. "Dat being said, Remy got to go get dose workers in. Danks for de beer, Logan." He gave the man a considering look.
"I'm sure we going to talk again."
"You don't get to get rid of me that easy." he smirked back, tossing a very lazy salute Remy's way. Having said what he wanted to say, he tossed his empty beer bottle into the trash and turned to head out of the converted brownstone.
Productive day, all in. Even if the Cajun did make his nose itch.
Backdated to June 6th.
Logan walked through the front door of the New York brownstone with a case of beer under one arm, a full pack of stogies in his pocket, and a desire to get some work done. Not like he had much else to do, and this work had the benefit of being honest. Something he could accomplish. "Hey, spooks!" he shouted to get someone's
attention. "Brought beer!"
"Dat brings you ahead of most of dis lot." Remy said, standing quietly at the edge of the lobby. He was sure Logan had smelled him the second he'd come through the door, but there were some things that were expected. He jerked a thumb at the couple of people pulling down stripes of crappy wallpaper. "Dis are de drones. You up for something a little more strenuous, homme?"
"What'd you have in mind?" he asked. He knew who Remy was - vaguely - but almost nothing about the man. Which was fine with him - he didn't have a past to share and if he wanted to keep his close to the chest, Logan was fully-prepared to accept that. "Go drop the beers in the fridge first." he said.
"Fridge? You an optimist." Remy said with a slight smile, moving to open the door and leading Logan up the stairs to the second floor. They stopped at one of the apartments long enough to stash the beer there and then down to the end of the hall, beside the large common room. What had been an apartment had been mostly gutted and rewalled to form an office space. Loops of cabling and electrical conduits hung from the ceilings.
"Dis is what we need." Remy pointed to the rough ended walls and the joists used to place the increased cabling into the room. "Supposed to be an office here, but Cain didn't have time to do more den rough it out. 'manda can't seem to use de skill saw, and Remy can't balance right for it. Figured dat cutting was right up you alley, neh?"
Logan had noticed as they were walking through the house that Remy's stride and balance were all wrong. "Heard about what happened to you. Bitch of a thing." he said, and then left it at that. He paced the room, looking at what needed to be done. "I ain't much of a carpenter, but I got blades that don't go dull and don't break." he said with amusement. "Think you can show me what cuts need to be made where?" he asked.
"Yeah, well, guess dat without it, Remy wouldn't had de stylish cane." Remy hoisted his cane and laid it beside a roll of plans at the table, which he passed to Logan. "Marko left dese, which are supposed to be his plans. Frankly, dat man uses a pencil like he chiseling stone."
Remy eased himself down at the table and started sorting out the mass of cables that Doug had run the day before. Beside him was a box full of signal scramblers and shielding that he'd acquired. On top of his assassin skills, he had a lot of experience in intrusion, which made his skill set include a lot of electronic tricks. Besides, it was something he could do without hitting himself. "When de drag you back to de school? Last Remy heard, you were up in Canada or something."
"Canada wasn't working out anymore. Went as far as it could go." He said. "Beats fighting for shitty pay and worse beer in every truck stop and two-bit dive I could find." He glanced over to the box of electronic goodies and snorted. "You raid a Radio Shack on your way in this morning?" he asked, then went over to the blueprints to give them
another going-over.
"Funny. Dat's what we called de guy dat makes dis." Remy tipped up the box. "All manner of slightly illegal counter intrusion and survaillance measures dat we can stuff into dis pipes. Because it's all custom, none of de players know how to compromise dem yet. Trying to hone a fine edge on our paranoia."
He fed a cable carefully into the housing and began to attach the wires with surprising delicacy. "Dey stuffed you back into de leathers yet?"
"Into, and back out of." he said ruefully. "Bad experience." He popped his claws then made a first incision into the wood. As the claw passed through the wood he wrinkled his nose. "There ever a fire in here?" he asked. "A serious one?"
"Not dat I know of, but I wouldn't doubt it. De place wasn't in de best shape before Emma got her hands on it." Remy was trying to recall what he knew of Logan from the X-Men's files. He was a feral class mutant; healing factor, enhanced senses, and the product of the same kind of program as Remy had been involved in, gaining those claws and a reinforced skelaton.
Logan waved his hand in front of his nose. "Stinks like fire. And see this? Char." he said, flaking some of it down to the ground with a claw. "Best to cut it all out and fix it up right." So Logan got to it, getting to as much as he could get to given the limitations of his leverage and reach. "Gonna need to get Cain back in here. All this shit in here is damaged. Best to replace it, unless you want to run the risk of collapse if something really heavy hits above it."
Remy sighed and pulled out his celphone. "Frost swore dis place was completely structurally renovated before handing it over. Pardon." He left the electronics, and hobbled out to the hallway. It didn't take long to get the promise of a crew of builders into the place later in the day. More delays. Remy was ready to kill both Frost for this place, and Wisdom for dumping the work on him. "Dey be in to replace things by de end of the day. How dey missed a chunk of fire damage beyond me."
"Not easy to see, and it was deep inside the wall here. Only way you'd ever see it is if you did what we did - gutted the place then cut into these things here." he said, gesturing to the aforementioned wall studs. "Doesn't look _too_ bad. Seen worse." he said without thinking about it. Where he had seen worse, he couldn't say.
"Oui, but Remy still happy to lay all de blame on her Leatherness." Remy sighed and settled back down. "Why dey pull you back out of de team? Remy seen some of you Danger Room tapes. Better you going in first den Nate or Scott most times. Least you patch up quicker."
Logan leaned against a wall and had a quick mental debate about how much he wanted to tell this Remy. "Psychological." he said, with a very disturbing feral grin. "And speaking of coming back..." he said, digging out a cigarillo out of his pocket and offering Remy one should he be so inclined. "What brings you back to New York? Looking for a little redemption, like Amanda?"
"Redemption? Don't think dat one is even possible, homme." Remy took the cigarillo and lit it with the tip of his finger. He took a deep draw and let it trickle out his nose, giving his mismatched red on black eyes and thin sharp features a positively saturnine cast. "Remy is looking to do something worthwile for once. However, after getting fucked around by de Professor, I'm not about to trust de school. Dat's where Wisdom comes in."
Logan left that one alone. Every man had his demons, and that one was Remy's. "So - if I hear this right - you're going to fuck around with Wisdom and pull bad people out of dark places before they can go do bad things to good people?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me."
"Figured you'd appreciate." Remy snorted. He sighed and struggled up again. "Fuck it. If dis room is going to get gutted again, de cables can wait. Let's get that drink." He picked up his cane and limped towards the door.
Logan snorted in amusement. "Cold beer'd be good right about now" he said, retracting his claws and waiting for that fraction of a second until the wounds completely closed. A memento mori, lest he start taking them for granted. "So tell me more about this whole setup, bub." he said as they walked/hobbled back to the beer.
"It's a fun one, homme. Frost has us set up wit' dis cover as a think tank. Gives us a reason to employ all sorts of random types without looking suspecious, and keeps us funded for doing de real job." Remy pushed the door open with his cane and walked into the kitchen, pulling out a couple of beers. He flipped one to Logan without looking, figuring the man's reflexes were good enough, and then found a sill to lean against and take the weight off his leg. "After England, we ended up wit' a lot of encrypted material to go through, and our contacts turn over things pretty regularly."
Logan snatched the beer out of the air easily and didn't bother with the bottle opener to get the top off it. Sure, it cost him a little blood, but he twisted the non-twist-top beer open with his bare hands and took a deep drink while his healing factor closed the wounds on his fingers. "What kind of contacts?" he asked suspiciously, an idea starting to form.
"All sorts, homme. Betts, Wisdom and I have networks from when we were working in de business, and we've added others along de way. Gavin's always a good source if you threaten him enough." Remy took a long drink from his bottle. "Not dat different den we used to do for de mansion."
Logan shrugged. "Got some things worth poking around in." he said around swallows of beer. "Important things."
"We always available. Reasonable rates too." Remy said with a grin. "Dat being said, Remy got to go get dose workers in. Danks for de beer, Logan." He gave the man a considering look.
"I'm sure we going to talk again."
"You don't get to get rid of me that easy." he smirked back, tossing a very lazy salute Remy's way. Having said what he wanted to say, he tossed his empty beer bottle into the trash and turned to head out of the converted brownstone.
Productive day, all in. Even if the Cajun did make his nose itch.
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