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Bellwether	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 4549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bellwether
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- 54-Epilogue
- 55-Epilogue
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Bellwether Chapter Forty

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Remy inhaled deeply, the sweet smoke from the clove cigarette not as soothing to his senses as it used to be. The motley crew of Marauders�Remy snorted at the name they had chosen for themselves, realizing all the while that it was not much better than the occasionally used "X Men" moniker applied to the Institute residents�eyed him as warily as he did them. "So how long you know Essex?" he asked the one closest to the fore, a man calling himself Riptide (said, Remy noted, with a distinct curl of his upper lip, as if the name tasted foul on his tongue). "Very long?"

"Essex," Riptide replied after the briefest of hesitations, "is none of my concern right now. I'm not here for conversation."

Raising an eyebrow, the Cajun let his gaze sweep the group. They were all tense, antsy, the energy fairly vibrating off of them like heat waves on the road in high summer. He took a final drag of his cigarette and let the smoke drift from his lips like a ghost, rising pale white-blue in the darkness cast by tall buildings. He wished he could talk to Jubile�Jubilee he had heard her return that morning, just hours before, mere moments before Essex rang him up, hissed at him to hurry, to get to the wharf in all due haste, things were happening. The Devil, Remy thought bitterly, always collected his due. "We do this tomorrow," he said in a conversational tone, his low voice cutting through the murmurs and shifting tension. "We come here, d'accord? We all meet here an' we split off like we s'posed to. Understood?"

Riptide tilted his chin and peered at Remy though narrowed eyes. "So how come you're the one in charge then? We don't know you and you don't know us. What did you give Essex for this?" He took a step forward, closing the distance between them in one stride. "Rather, what did he give you?"

"Nothing," Remy smiled thinly. "Not yet anyway. An' it don't matter who did and didn't get what. You jus' do what you're tol' an we finish this up nice an' neat."

"You have no idea," came a rumbling voice from the back of the group�Blockbuster, Remy thoughthought, mentally deriding the name. "You have no clue what's going on."

"We're retrieving information and a certain item," Remy replied dryly. "That's all we need to know."

"You're from the Guild," Riptide noted, his own brow arching. "If you're as good as you're supposed to be, why do you need us?" He gestured to his compatriots and smirked, tilting his chin in consideration. "Unless you don't need us and we're just a distraction."

Fingers of discomfort spread across Remy's spine and chest. He held very still, years of practice and instinct keeping his demeanor outwardly calm and nonchalant. "Maybe so, maybe not. It don't matter. We jus' do our job an' get what we go for an' we done, ain't gotta worry 'bout seeing each other ever again."

Riptide shifted and looked over his shoulder at Blockbuster. The two seemed to share a silent communication for a long moment before both men nodded. A ripple of murmurs moved through the group, sounding more relieved than rebellious, and Remy let out a breath he had not been aware he was holding. "Tomorrow," Riptide nodded. "Tomorrow, here, dusk."

Remy nodded in return. "Exactly, homme. We get in an' get out. Essex tol' me he done tell you all the details�" he trailed off, the niggle of worry he had earlier blooming into a full fledge shard of fear. He was being set up, part of his mind shouted. He did not know these people from Adam's ox and he barely knew Essex. His gain, though, he silenced the shouting voice in his head, would far outweigh and trickery on the part of Essex. The man knew so much, things he could only know if he had been involved in the Guild� "If you get followed, don't come here, Keep keep movin '. This can be done with jus' a few folks if need be. Keep movin' an' keep safe." He nodded to the assembled group and turned sharply, striding back the way he came. He had parked some distance away, mainly to avoid being easily followed but now he was glad for it because it gave him time to clear his head, time to think. Something was not right, he knew. Something was sorely amiss. He felt an unfamiliar knot in his belly and knew it for guilt, nauseating and hot. He wanted to see Jubilee. It was almost painful, the need just to talk to her. He did not know why it was beating at him so badly but he knew, knew like he knew his own name, that he needed to see her before he did this, had to be with her. _Last time, _ something whispered to him, and he hissed at it, waving it off as if he could physically brush it away. The Marauders were not following him but he could not shake the feeling of being watched, of dragging someone along with him. His steps slowed as he reached the crosswalk leading away from the old buildings and stinking cannery. _I owe Belle this much, _ he told himself firmly. _I can't let her go out like this� I owe her something, to save her� _ He strode purposefully across the road with the light, not looking back. He could not, he knew. He would change his mind, find another way. He was tired of finding another way. He would do this, he would finish it, and finally, maybe, he could start over with Jubilee. Start new, be a new man for her and drop the baggage of the past. With a deep breath that seemed to burn his lungs, Remy ducked into a news stand for cigarettes. This would go smoothly, he told himself. By this time Monday, it would be over.
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