Narrative: Momentum Characters: Remy LeBeau with guest appearance of Jean-Luc LeBeau and mentions of Charles Xavier Location: Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, Stolen Floating Island, Unified Thieves Guild Headquarters Timeline:February 12 [backdated] Description: That's some damn good satellite. Look at that image! Crystal clear. Rating: R - they'll all be R
A patriarch of the World Wide Thieves Guild should have an air of decorum and propriety, but Remy LeBeau didn't believe in living by the old book. Not counting his on-again off-again status as a superhero, Remy ran the Guild in a way that kept the thieves on their toes. He didn't like to spend a lot of time at the HQ. Not because he didn't trust his brethren - though that was part of it - but because honestly, the best part about being a thief was actually going out into the world and doing the job.
In a few days he'd leave for Paris where a famous magical emerald behind a tight security detail and an impenetrable shield had his name on it. He didn't need much time to prepare, but he did need time to convince his father to keep things moving at the HQ in his absence.
"You're gone more den you're here, Remy! What kind of message dat send to de men? Dey need dere leader around or people gonna start getting outta line." Jean-Luc pursued Remy across the large council room that had just been vacated proceeding a brief meeting Remy had held to inform the Guild he was leaving again. Jean-Luc LeBeau, ex-leader of the Thieves Guild, had raised Remy and taught him almost everything he knew.
"Dat's why you gonna run tings while Remy's gone, père." Remy smirked and kept walking with long strides, duster coat kicking at his heels. He entered the code into the door that slid open to let them both pass through. Jean-Luc pursued.
"Remy needs to stay put! Because Remy is de leader of de Guild, not me. Dammit, Remy!"
They arrived at Remy's personal quarters that had a big open view of the tropical sunset where the island was currently situated under its cloaking shield. Snatching up the remote, Remy turned the television on and the large screen played a news station where Charles Xavier was prepped to give a speech to the world. Good, Remy thought, turning up the volume to drown his father out. He hadn't missed Chuck's speech.
"Remy, are you listening to me?" Jean-Luc stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, trying for all his might to summon some of the fatherly authority that Remy used to listen to without question.
The son, meanwhile, strolled to the closet and began stripping out of his guild uniform.
"We have seen time and again, people on the wrong side of history—human beings discriminated against because of the color of their skin or gender or who they love." Charles's voice was like a balm to the soul and Remy smiled to himself as he tugged the armor off. He missed that old man and the hope he always carried with him. Maybe there was time to swing by New York and drop in.
"Remy Etienne LeBeau, you have a responsibility to dis Guild and as your father, I demand dat you--"
The sounds from the TV changed from the calming tone of the Professor's voice to sounds of shock and fear. Someone screamed. Panic. Jean-Luc turned to the screen and Remy stepped out of the closet, staring at the scene with the shirt hanging limply from his scarred fingers. Charles was slumped in his chair, a bloody hole clearly visible in his head. Remy recognized Jean reaching the Professor just before the image cut out.
Signal Interrupted the screen read.
Silence filled Remy's bedroom before Jean-Luc swallowed and swore under his breath. He looked at his son. "Remy--"
"Get de jet ready." Remy's voice was tight, his eyes glowing red with rage. "I'm leaving tonight."