chargeddeck (chargeddeck) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-03-19 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | gambit, rogue |
Who: Gambit & Rogue
What: Their first meeting
Where: Arkham Asylum
When: Backdated a few years
Rating: PG (for now?)
Master thief or not, it was clear that the security at Arkham Asylum left a lot to be desired. Even from his initial recon for the job, Remy had very quickly established this was going to be a much easier task than the fee he was charged reflected.
Easy money.
It proved to be dirty money too. The pipes underneath the Asylum might have proved a good entry point, but they had left him dirty and smelly. "Shoulda charged more..." He muttered, eventually finding his target.
The son of a Gotham mob boss. Soft. Prone to confessing. Wouldn't take much for him to crack and spill incriminating evidence left, right and centre. The young man had had his trial rigged and the judge was only too willing to send the 'insane criminal mastermind' to Arkham. Just in time for Remy to steal him from his cell on the first night.
The cell had been easy to unlock, and the target wasn't experienced enough to put up a fight against someone like Gambit. It made injecting the sedative easy, and hauling the guy over his shoulder was par for the course.
What he wasn't expecting was to catch sight of a white stripe of hair in one of the cells he passed on the way back to the exit. The Brotherhood of Mutants had garnered enough press and screen time for Remy to recognise the one known as Rogue and it caused him to stop dead in his tracks.
She was infinitely more attractive in the flesh.
"Mo' Fa'..." He smirked, wandering up to her cell. "Ain't dis a surprise? De mighty Rogue, locked up wit' de crazies."