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To Catch A Thief

CHAPTER III

On My Way

ALONE, adj. In bad company.

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

The safe house wasn't as extravagant as the mansion but it still held its own charm. Remy was usually greeted with a warm welcome from even the more stoic members but upon arrival it took his standing as Guild leader to not get the door slammed in his face. Even Emil was giving him the cold-shoulder. Upon entering the study, he met the eyes of his brother.

"They think ah'm responsible for dese robberies, don't dey?" he asked gesturing to the congregated assembly of thieves making themselves comfortable in the sunroom while making little effort to hid their scrutiny from the bay windows looking in to the study.

"You are de leader and they're famille. We're de first ta be suspected. Some o' dem went t' prison on your behalf on more dan one occasion. De guild has always enforced loyalty," remarked Henri.

"If dey catch meh, dey'll do mo' dan throw away de key. Remy came to tell dem and yo' that he had nothin' to do with de robberies," Remy said in frustration.

"Ah believe you, but de guild dinks you let dem down, mon brave" Henri said candidly.

"Remy wouldn't put it past dem ta be doin' de robberies themselves," muttered Remy thinking of some of the less loyal members of the Guild that didn't agree to his succession after Jean-Luc's death.

"Ah doubt dat, dere is still honor among thieves, après tout," Henri said trying to placate his brother. A mutiny wasn't something he considered since his father's funeral. "Coincidences can be terrible. Dese robberies all bear your mark but yo' claim ta be innocent."

"Ah do more dan claim. Ah am!" Remy said pacing the room, slipping into first person, his brother raised his eyebrow, studying his brother's movements across the room. "Ah can't understand how dis thief can imitate meh so perfectly. It's someone who knew my technique, maybe somebody in de police. He picks perfect victims and de right mark. Goes up walls, over roofs, leaves no clue and disappears in de night."

"Just like de Diable Blanc," Henri said blankly.

"Yo' don't believe meh!" shouted Remy in disbelief.

"Yo' misunderstand, frere, ah do believe yo'," Henri said with a level stare. "But dis all seems too perfect. Dis is more than you or ah." Henri leaned back in his chair looking at his brother. "De imitations are one din', but the murder of dat fille an' now dey come ta de house. Too many coincidences," he sighed frowning. "Did yo' talk t' Belle?" Henri asked with a grimace, saying her name left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"She was de first person ah went ta see. She said ah had it comin'."

Henri sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Ah didn't dink she had de patience fo' somethin' dis through. In an instant she destroyed you."

"She didn't do it. She just showed dem how. They know everythin'…" Remy trailed off looking out the far window.

"They?" Henri asked. "Who else did you piss off?"

"She didn't say. It would ruin her fun," Remy said with sarcasm.

"You always had a soft spot for de crazy femmes," Henri chuckled darkly.

"How was ah supposed to know she would go dis far?"

"She's a femme," Henri said like it explained everything. Rolling his eyes, Remy looked out the window, eyes taking in the bayou. It was an amicable silence that filled the room.

"If somebody caught dis imitator, we'd all be off de hook," declared Remy after some time.

"Oui," agreed Henri slowly, trying to find out where his brother's head was at.

"The police are chasin' de wron' man," Remy started. "Someone's got to chase de right one."

"One day he'll make a mistake," stated Henri. "De police only know that you are implicated in dis affair. You'll just have to lay low," he suggested not liking where his brother was going. "You still know how ta lay low, non?"

"Dere's only one answer. Ah've got to catch dis imitator myself," Remy said with conviction.

"You couldn't do more than de police," said Henri looking at his brother.

"But ah could, an' ah'm de only one who could, because ah can anticipate him, figure out his next move an' catch him wit his hand in de jewel case," Remy said, his excitement growing at the possibility of killing two birds with one fell swoop.

"Nobody will believe what yo' say," said Henri thinking of the Guild and the NOPD. "The Diable Blanc is wanted not only in Nawlins."

"Who believes meh now?" Remy said sarcastically.

"Then ah suggest yo' find someone who will," Henri said dryly. Remy quirked his left eyebrow. "Other than meh, of course."

Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA

The drive to Baton Rouge wasn't the most favorable. Theoren was driving and it was decided that they would attract less attention if Remy was in the trunk. So he spent over an hour and a half stuck in the back of his cousin's '67 Impala with the spare tire as company. He bet that Theoren made it his primary objective to hit every pot hole from New Orleans to Baton Rouge.

Emil gave him a brotherly hug before they left him in an alley within walking distance of the train station with Theoren hitting the gas as soon as Emil got back in the car. Tessa already signaled that his passport was flagged so flying was out of the question. Tightening his trench coat closer to his body, he made his way to the station. He didn't seem overly conspicuous with his sunglasses but the overcast day didn't help with blending in with the crowd of tourists and commuters.

It had barely been an hour since leaving the safe house; he hoped that the NOPD hadn't had a chance to contact the BRPD. Standing in line, he lost himself to the crowd. Seeing that the teller was a girl younger than himself, he smirked. He'd have no trouble getting his ticket and be out of Louisiana before the ending of the day.

It wasn't until he made his way to the teller that she was relieved of her post but a shrewd man. Putting on his best smile, he asked for a one-way ticket to Washington. Blinking owlishly at him, the teller typed up his request.

Squinting behind the cash, Remy saw his picture. Not the best, clearly Belle had kept some of the less flattering ones after the divorce. He pushed up his sunglasses up further on his nose.

"Some'ing wrong wit' your eyes?" asked the teller suspiciously catching his gaze.

"Oui, dey be sensitive t' questions," he said briskly as he handed him cash for his ticket.

Affronted, the teller glared at him. Remy was usually a patient man but it had already be a long 48-hours. Getting the ticket he made a hasty retreat. The teller turned back and looked at the notice board. Eyes widening, he turned to find the next customer waiting. Grabbing the phone, he called his supervisor. Apparently Remy Lebeau was going to Washington.

Jackson, Mississippi, USA

Rogue was tired. Mostly irritated at leaving what was supposed to be a two week vacation of lazing around the Mississippi bayou. She had to drive from Irene's to Jackson to board a train bound to Washington. She couldn't fly since she imprinted the Bureau's panophobic before she left for her vacation, he was still rattling in her mind annoyingly.

It didn't help that the train had been delayed in Baton Rouge. Apparently the NOPD had their panties in a twist over a primary suspect jumping state lines. Stowing her baggage in her cabin she made her way to the dinning car. She needed a drink, badly.

Meridian, Mississippi, USA

Changing his clothes in one of the unoccupied cabins as the train started to move again after picking up passengers in Jackson, Remy decided it was safe enough to move around and find a better place to hide other than the storage lockers. He even put in the contacts Mercy gave him last Christmas to make his eyes a dull brown. Not even Belle knew about those.

Entering the service car, he tried to find an easy mark to give him a good cover. Most were family's with two or more children or rowdy guys around Emil's age who would attract more attention than he needed.

At the far end of the car was a woman who seemed to create a impenetrable perimeter by her sheer presence. The booth she was sitting in was empty save for her, despite the overcrowding. It seemed that most unconsciously steered out of her way.

Grinning for the first time since leaving Louisiana, Remy made his way over. On closer observation, she was pretty. Not the bombshell beauty that Belladonna seemed to exude but a more classic beauty. She was unnaturally pale for someone from the South. Her hair was contained with a clip causing her bangs to fall over her face shielding her eyes. It was a rich auburn highlighted oddly with a white fringe which on anyone else would be tacky but it seemed to suit her.

Despite the heat, she was completely covered giving her a china doll-like appearance as her rich maroon blouse ended, a pair of vintage opera gloves fell seamlessly with covering her skin. It intrigued him more than it should. She looked pure for lack of a less clichéd word. She was seamless perfection and completely concealed, a nice distraction from the chaos that had erupted in his life. He shouldn't have been committing himself too much to a girl who would be a cover for the next fifteen hours or so. If it was any other time he would have lingered on her more than a day. He didn't have time to be distracted.

Gracefully, he slid in the bench across from her. It was a burn to his ego that she didn't look up from the stack of papers that she was reading. Clearing his throat, she looked up. His eyes met her vivid green. For an instant he was drawn in. He could see her, but not inside her. He usually could with his mutation but there was an eerie sense of nothingness. Almost peaceful, like a cool glass of water. She blinked, breaking eye contact, arching her brow as if asking him to get out with it so she could continue with her reading.

"You recommend anythin', chérè?" he asked in what Mercy said was his most charming grin.

Snorting, like she was privy to a private joke, she looked back at her papers effectively shutting him down. A steward passed by and he instinctively turned towards the window. Sighing she stacked her papers and wrapped them with an elastic band from her wrist. Giving him her full attention she looked him over with scrutiny.

"Ah know. Ah look vaguely familiar," he said gesturing to his face to try to make a joke.

Unimpressed, she just looked at him. "Yes."

"You feel you've seen me somewhere before," he continued staring deeply into her eyes, that she couldn't turn away, giving her a half-lidded look which would have had a more hypnotizing quality if he didn't have his contacts in.

"Ah have dat effect on people. It's something about my face." He oozed enough of his powers to draw her in. She blinked again. His focus seemed to waver and the lull he was working over her was waning.

"It's a nahce face," she conceded.

Remy was not struck speechless often; his power had no effect on her. The exact expression of surprise and confusion on his face was priceless. She didn't seem to take any stock in it.

"Yo' dink so, chérie?" he asked, thinking of another route to use her.

"Ah wouldn't say it if ah didn't," she said before getting up with her ridiculous pile of papers. "Ah wouldn't order any dessert if ah were you."

Smirking, he saw his plan coming to fruition. "Ah get the message," he said ready to follow her.

"That isn't what ah meant," she grinned, and Remy felt his stomach drop. Her smile was a bit disarming.

"This train seems ta be makin' an unscheduled stop, and ah just saw two men get out o' a police car as we pulled inta the station. They weren't smilin'."

And with that, she left. With a muttered oath, he followed as the train slowed to a stop.

Rogue barely held in her snort of laughter. She really shouldn't really get that much of a kick of toying with someone. Usually Bobby was the one that allowed her to diffuse her inner bitchiness but that guy had been so much fun.

She recognized him from the start. Her friend in Baton Rouge police force texted her about some state jumper wanted for questioning in New Orleans. The whole thing screamed of cloak and dagger cover-up that was notorious for the New Orleans police.

This Remy Lebeau seemed harmless, delusions of grandeur maybe, but harmless. She had seen her fair share of criminals. Before working in Washington, she worked in the Violent Crimes division in Chicago. It was enough to be able to read someone without her powers. She had enough of her past cases rattling around in her head.

Sighing she settled in her bunk. Glad that she got Bobby to book her first class to Washington. She mused that he was trying to stay on her good side. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on tranquility, a void where she could ignore the voices.

The cabin door slid open and the infamous Remy Lebeau shuffled in hast.

Irritated, she looked up to meet his dull brown eyes which made him seem off in an odd way.

"You've got some nerve," she growled, sitting up, chucking a worn paperback at his head. He ducked at the right moment at it hit the cabin door with a thud.

"M'excuse, chérie, there are some extenuating circumstances…" he started.

"Extenuating circumstances? Some fancy words fo' a swamp rat," she replied pulling off the glove of her right hand and flexing it.

"Hum, dat so? Bien, that's sayin' somethin' from a river rat, non?" he said with a smirk.

Lunging for him, she was held at arms length, her fingers barely touching his face.

"Ah, chérè, none of dat. We only just met," he laughed over her frustrated indignation. "Patience is a virtue, chérè," he said in a patronizing tone, not letting her out of his strong grip.

"So is breathin'," she glared. "And ah am not your chérè."

"Come on den, introduce yahself," he said avoiding her right knee as she tried to hit his groin. "Ah, none of dat chérè we only just met."

"Ah already know who yah are," she bit out as tired to head butt him, but he pushed her towards the wall, pinning her there with barely any breathing room between them as he straddled her between his legs to prevent her from getting any other ideas.

"Den you have meh at a disadvantage, non?" he smirked, struggling to keep her pinned as she bucked against him. "Don't yo' dink it's time we were introduced chérie?.

Her face flushed and her eyes livid, she glared at him.

"You're Remy Lebeau of New Orleans, Louisiana an' you're wanted for questionin' by the NOPD," she bit out with venom.

"And now you know everythin'," he grinned. "And your name, river rat?"

"Rogue," she hissed out.

"Unusual name fo' a belle femme," he replied with an appraising eye.

"So is holdin' a gal against her will," she retorted squirming against him.

"Remy wouldn't say it was so bad, if you keep strugglin' he would dink you were enjoyin' yourself," he remarked as his hips pushed into hers to stop her from attempting to knee him again.

"Don't worry, Remy won't say a word," he said in a stage whisper against her right side of her face that caused an involuntary shiver to course through her body.

She let out a frustrated sigh, "You're delusional as well as a pervert."

"Don't be so modest, chérè."

Rolling her eyes, she tried to get out of his embrace again. "Let meh go!" She snapped, wiggling in his arms.

Remy gasped, fingers abruptly digging into the tender flesh of her waist over her fitted blouse. "Don't start somethin' you can't finish chérè."

"Ouch! Creep!" She gasped back, in pain. Rogue bucked again, trying to get free.

Remy's fingers slid quickly around to her back and jerked her closer to stop her movements.

"What did Remy just tell yo'?" he murmured at her, their breaths mingling in the small gap between their faces.

Rogue gasped as her ribs where crushed to his chest, wedged between his sinewy body and the hard cabin wall. She was suddenly terribly aware of the man she was crushed to-along every little inch of his body.

In fact, they were breathing in unison.

"What are yo' doin'?" she gritted out, staring into his eyes. "Let meh go, swamp rat!"

She was tempted to try head butting him again and deal with him rattling in her head for the rest of the ride.

There was a knock at the door followed by a muffled voice calling out, "Police! Cabin search, please open your door."

Their eyes never wavered from each other.

"Look here," he growled at her, lowering his forehead until it was millimeters from hers.

His warm breath wafted over her face as he continued to talk. "You're gonna be de demure southern belle, Remy knows dat yo' are an' keep still or bear de consequences."

"Excuse meh, swamp rat?" She growled back. He was the most infuriating person.

And what did he mean exactly by 'bear the consequences'?

The police were just outside the door, all it would take was one scream.

"Miss? Are you there?" called the voice.

"All ah have to do is scream," she said, straining to be free of his tight grip. She was crushed up against him. "Let meh go, now!"

"Stop strugglin'," He gritted at her, tensing.

"Ah don't lahke gettin' pushed in any direction," she glared, her eyes flaring. "Got it?"

"Point taken. Now here's mine, let meh stay, or ah blow dis car off de tracks," he said, removing his left hand from her arm and up against the cabin wall close to her head, causing it to glow a pale pink, the energy pulsing beneath his hand.

"You're a mutant?" she said in disbelief.

"Ah am so gonna kill Bobby…" she gritted out closing her eyes in frustration.

If Remy was rather put out by her lack of fear towards his display, he didn't show it.

"So we got a deal?" he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts as the knocking got louder.

She glared at him, touching him now was not an option anymore, a mutant rattling in her head would cause more trouble than it was worth, especially with his powers.

"Yah're just crazy enough ta do it," she said bitterly, wishing for once she was normal.

"We do what we have to, rahght chérie?" he smirked his grip loosening and the wall turned back to its dull grey colour.

Shoving him to the side, she made her way to the cabin door, putting her glove back on. Remy ducked into the lower bunk and out of sight of the door.

The steward called to her, again. She opened it enough to the questioning face of a police officer.

"Is there a problem, sugah?" she asked in her most congenial tone. The New Orleans cop looked like he was on his last nerve.

"Your name, please?" asked the steward beside the officer.

"Marie D'Ancanto," she replied showing her badge. "Is anythin' wrong?"

"There was a man at your table tonight in the dining car…" started the steward.

"Yes?" she asked, tilting her head, in what she assumed was an inquiring fashion.

"Friend of yours?" the steward continued.

"Ah nevah saw him before in mah life," she said.

"Is this the man?" he asked as the police officer shoved a wrinkled fax at her.

"On cherche un monsieur Lebeau," the police officer said holding the grainy picture before the steward could translate.

"Je l'ai vu desendre sur le quai il y a quelques minutes," she responded as she studied the picture carefully.

Swearing, he started yelling in French with a few swear words thrown in. The steward gave muted apologies for disturbing her while the police officer had already made his way to the exit.

With a sigh, she closed the door.

"Yo' speak French?" he said, surprised, sprawled out on the lower bunk.

"Pas vraiment, j'ai un petit gadget installé dans mon cerveau et je vois des sous-titres sous les personnes quand elles parlent," she glared sarcastically crossing her arms.

"Chérè…" he started his eyes belaying an apology.

"Don't. Ah just did the wrong thing for the rahght reasons," she said climbing to the top bunk, she needed to regroup.

"So, what now?"

"Ah'm goin' ta sleep. Ah don't care what you do," she growled and turned inwards in the bunk.

"Sure, y' don't, chérè" he smirked. It was going to be a long ride.

New York City, New York, USA

Jamie Maddox would consider himself a sane person. Relatively speaking for someone who could make multiples of himself at a drop of a hat. Working with Wanda Maximoff was by far the most insane thing he had every done. Not that he had a choice but there was a reason people at work called her the Scarlet Witch and it had nothing to do with last year's Halloween party.

Staring at the headline of the London Sun, he wished that he never went into law enforcement.

"PYRO STRIKES AGAIN IN A BLAZE IN BELFAST."

The headline itself was going to be a knife in Maximoff's back. She previously mentioned that Belfast would be a prime mark for the arsonist.

If the Diable Blanc was top priority on her list, Pyro came a close second. Looking back at Maximoff who was glaring at the departures screen, he hastily put the paper back and bought the gum that he was sent to get.

Walking back, he stood next to her.

"So when are we flying out?' he managed to blurt out, trying to feign nonchalance.

"In an hour," she replied with a frown. The screens flickered and the timings changed again. "Make that twenty."

"Oh," Jamie said lamely as he looked at the screen owlishly, he could have sworn that their flight was delayed for four hours the last time he checked. Things always seemed to line up for Wanda Maximoff in an uncanny way. If it wasn't so creepy he would have been impressed.

"Any interesting developments?' she asked with a bored drawl, her eyes still locked on the screen.

"Nope, nada, nothing new," Jamie said in an awkward slew of words.

Wanda merely raised her right eyebrow and turned her head at him.

"We need to work on that lying of yours," she said. "Even my brother lies better than you, and he's an idiot."

"I'm not lying!" he said vehemently. She just glared at him. He could feel the sweat bead up on his forehead. "Just being tactful…"

Her gaze shifted to a man reading the London Sun, the glaring headline seemed bolder to Jamie than at the newsstand. The overhead lights seemed to surge with power and flickered ominously. Stalking over to the hapless newspaper, she tore it away from the owner.

"Oi! Bloody hell!" yelled the man standing up and glaring at Wanda for pilfering his paper. Not even looking at him, she stuck out her hand and held him back as she read the paper with her other hand.

The man seemed shocked that she even stuck her hand on his person.

"You daft bint…" the other man began before Jamie rushed over to begin damage control.

"Just let her have it," said Jamie pulling the man back from his superior. Taking a five dollar bill from his wallet, he put it in his hand. "Keep the change."

"Now wait a bloody…" the man began but was interrupted by a shriek of rage. The lights did more than flicker as the terminal border went crazy as departure and arrival times went berserk. Then the entire airport went black.

"I think we're not going to make that flight after all…" mumbled Jamie as he could hear Wanda shredding up the paper in fury as the offended Brit tried to tear it from her iron grip. It was going to be one of those days.

Washington, DC, USA

Seated in the waiting room of his supervisor was never a good thing, especially when he was part of the FBI's most unwanted. It was never a good sign.

"Agent Drake," called Jubilee Lee with a bored look. "Assistant Director Xavier will see you now."

Wincing, he looked at the looming door.

"Are you sure?" he asked tugging his tie.

Rolling her eyes, she resumed looking at her magazine.

"Yeah, ok, sure," he said. "Wish me luck."

He looked at her as she popped her ever present bubblegum. "Or not," he said sarcastically.

Aldergrove, County Antrim, Northern Ireland

The airport was a buzz of activity, people giving tearful goodbyes and disgruntled businessmen amid the chaos. Whistling an off-key tune, St. John Allerdyce strolled up to an otherwise unoccupied teller.

"One ticket to the States, luv," he smirked.

"Any particular location?" asked the service agent sarcastically.

"The earliest one leavin'," he replied with an idle flick with his lighter in his right hand, looking around the airport, eyes falling on the security guards at the far end.

"There's one ta Newark, in two hours," she replied checking the computer.

"That's in New Jersey, rahght?" he asked leaning over the counter to look at the screen. Swatting him back to the other side she glared at him in distain.

"Yes, sir," she said rolling her eyes.

"Perfect," he said pulling out a wad of notes. "Cash is alrahght, yeah?"

INCOMPOSSIBLE, adj. Unable to exist if something else exists.

To be continued…

Chapter Track: On My Way – Billy Boy on Poison (Sweet Mess - EP)

Supplementary Information

French Lexicon:

"Famille."

Family.

"Mon brave."

My friend. (direct translation: My brave)

"Après tout."

After all.

"Femme."

Woman.

"Chérè."

Dear, darling, sweetheart, etc.

"Chérie."

Darling, sweetheart or sweetie. (more informal than "Chére.")

"Non."

No.

"Belle."

Pretty.

"Bien."

Well. (in this context, literal translation: Good.)

"On cherche un monsieur Lebeau."

We're looking for a Mr. Lebeau.

"Je l'ai vu desendre sur le quai il y a quelques minutes,"

I saw him get off on the platform a couple of minutes ago.

"Pas vraiment, j'ai un petit gadget installé dans mon cerveau et je vois des sous-titres sous les personnes quand elles parlent. "

Not really, I had a small gadget installed in my brain and I see subtitles under people when they speak.

Train Ride from Baton Rouge to Washington:

I have no idea if there is a passenger train from Baton Rouge going through Jackson and Meridian all the way to Washington. There could be. For the sake of this story there is. Train travel isn't what it was like back in the day so I made it as realistic as possible, like the dinning card is not glamorous or appetizing in any way. Well at least that was my experience when I took the train from Montreal to New York. Yeah, that was 12 hours I wish I could get back. They could have flown but it is way easier to jump of a train than a plane. Also, in canon, Rogue and Remy do have a history with trains, see Cajun Spice.

Locations:

Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA – State capital of Louisiana and it is an hour and a half drive from New Orleans, according to Google maps. City was chosen for the possibility that it would have a train station and because Remy in the trunk of a '67 Chevy Impala amused me.

Meridian, Mississippi, USA – Basically a shout out to X-Men (2000) film where Rogue started out, it is a real town unlike Caldecott County.

Aldergrove, County Antrim, Northern Ireland- A small village 6 miles from Antrim and 18 miles from Belfast. Aldergrove is more commonly used to describe the major airfield to the north east of the village, the Belfast International Airport. According to Wikipedia, Newark, New Jersey, USA is one of the few direct transatlantic flights to the states without connections in London, England.

Canon Character Cameos:

Jubilation Lee (Jubilee) - a mutant with power to generate "fireworks" of explosive plasma. She is a member of the X-Men.

To my kindhearted reviewers:

Rogue181 – Oh things will be heating up, that's for sure, and not just because St. John is going State side. Thanks for the support!

tfobmv18 –Oh Belle will get hers. Everyone is itching to be the one to get Le Diable Blanc and not all of them are as noble as Scott Summers. Yay! You guessed Sabertooth!Thanks for your review!

Keeper of Artifacts – Really? The devil is in the details as you would say. I always thought that Belle was the type to not take things lying down; I mean a failed marriage would never sit well for her. Plus, she knows all of Remy's dirty secrets. I don't think she knows the magnitude of what she has done but she is a fascinating character to write. Remy has a lot of enemies…continue reading to find out who wants him desperate and on the run.

lovestoread – Oh when everything collides it will be an interesting day indeed. I personally love Bobby, well comic-verse Bobby 'cause he has that comic-relief worked in. The movie-verse Bobby had too much angst in his pants and was flighty with his feelings. Plus, with Rogue, they have the ultimate god cop, bad cop combo. St. John, like me, would probably be bored in Bruges, I am the type to see, oh pretty building, that's nice, what are we doing now? This really bugs my sister. But Bruges would be the last place Europol would look, well maybe Wanda would 'cause she knows so much about the infamous Pyro. I love St. John, also too much angst in his pants in the movie-verse. I mean where was the Australian accent?! I am easily swoonable for an accent. We had an Australian playing a Canadian, a Canadian playing an American and an American supposedly playing an Australian. Urg. Hope you like the update!

Agent Malkere – Belle is a necessary evil, just be glad Remy and her don't like each other. He's a free agent right now.

Chica De Los Ojos Café – Well, she is an assassin. I mean, from her perspective, he totally had it coming. Remy would never make an elaborate plan to ruin her, 'cause she's a belle femme, and no matter what, Tante Mattie taught him manners. That's why Rogue needs to enter the picture. Thanks so much for your support.

ShadowFax999 – I know I forced everyone to scroll but I was unsure about where to put the translations. A lexicon worked. Ooops…caught me, haven't seen Kitty at all. She will turn up in the next chapter. I have big plans for her. We need her tech savvy skills. Yeah, Europol exists, fairly recent. I'm Canadian so I am as lost with all these agencies. I mean, we have one, CSIS, while the US has one for everything. Slightly jealous on that point. Good catch with the imprinting but was it Logan or …? The key is why would they also be at an airport. I am so glad you enjoyed the chapter.

ishandahalf – It will be a caper indeed! Me and my sister always talked about a Rogue and Remy fanfiction that had it all with limited angst because we were always like, why can't they be happy?? So my sister basically stared to say things like…shouldn't you be working on that novel?? Hmmm??

allyg1990 – KETE is overlooked. Like in every media adaptation. It's weird since Pete is like the main guy for Kitty in the comic-verse unless you count Piotr, and even that is only briefly mentioned. Kitty will appear in the next chapter and Pete had a cameo in this chapter, can you spot him? Yeah, Bobby will get bitch slapped in the future. By who? Now that is a tough question. He has to deal with Wanda too!

Goldylokz – It's getting colder up here…maybe that will improve the internet's efficiency? Hmm…I am supposedly studying engineering, I should know these things. Sadly I know useless trivia. Did you here that Gambit will be in the Wolverine movie? :O I find that weird 'cause when doing X-Men they said he wasn't there because they said his character resembled Wolverine's and it would confuse movie-goers. Sadly Rogue won't be there. :( At least in this caper, they will be together. Not right away, because in all honesty, when has Rogue and Remy's relationship been anything but easy?

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