Who: Remy, Artan, and what's left of the Purifiers and their bases What: Someone found out something iiiicky~ Where: All over the damn place. When: A day after his arrival. Warnings: Ragin' Cajun in the strictly literal sense of the word.
Remy LeBeau had just returned to the place he'd been before - a world where the Joker gave him scars, where Sinister strongarmed him into gathering samples and data of various people, and where his daughter and the rest of his motley family and friends had disappeared to. He'd half-expected Logan to be here, but when he wasn't, he wasn't entirely surprised about that either.
After a night of catching up with the Winchesters, Remy returned to Guildhall, and dropped into a chair. Artan came in and sighed. "Good to have you back, pops. You know um, there's been a lot of shit since you left."
"Yeah?" Remy asked, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag, looking over at his son-in-law. "Good f'it, I guess. You got anyt'in' important on your mind, specifically?"
"Yeah, actually. Well, like I told you earlier, Henn's gonna have twins, the boys are great to her. Lulu's just... incredible. She's Lulu, though, y'know? Can't be too surprised by her strength. You know how this place is though. One week, it's normal as cardboard boxes, and the next it's what the fuck city. We had purifiers here just after you left, last time, y'know that?"
"What you say?" Suddenly, Remy's grip on his cigarette was iron. He grit his teeth. Goddamn it, Sinister.
"Purifiers. Here. In this world." Artan repeated with a rapid succession of blinks.
"Oui, got dat bit. Who dey get, all?"
"Oh, scads of people. Err, nobody here. They got a few gods and goddesses, they got Candy, and Sadako I think, and I think there were others, just, all sorts of people." Artan shook his head with a shrug, "Most of them were killed, but I'm sure some still are in hiding underground.
"You listen good, boy," Remy said, his tone gone flat and deadly serious, "You dig up dem locations of bases, active an' destroyed, you got half-hour to do, neh? Gambit gotta get ready. You keep my suit?"
Artan was a bit taken aback by Remy's serious tone and the way he not just went third-person, but full on third-person, alias. He nodded. "Yeah, it's up in your room." He stood up then and walked to go dig up the facilities of the sleeper cells of Purifiers still existing. It didn't take long for him, he had been playing intel for nearly three years. As he did, Remy ran up the stairs to suit up. Despite the fact that he had finally managed to look his age, Remy still had the body of a hero, of a Thief, and his suit still fit him perfectly. He pulled his coat on over it, put three decks of cards in his pocket, two packs of cigarettes, and his staff on his belt.
Once the locations were printed out, he took them, and Remy then got onto his bike and started off to find them.
The first one was due north, just outside of Jackson, Mississippi. There was a barbed wire and electrified fence around the burned out building, and as Remy scouted around it, he noted that while it looked badly burned on the outside, it was still plenty capable of hiding a cell of zealots. He found a weak point in the fence, and blew that apart, before walking into the grounds, and down into the building itself.
He found himself in a room that was empty, but it was obvious that it had been recently used. Lights were on, papers were around, and weapons were simply left on tables. He took off his glove and put his bare hand on the support beam in the center of the room.
Remy smirked, and the support beam that kept the ground above them from caving in on the whole underground mess started glowing a bright, terrible magenta. Remy had spent the past few years getting the last bits of his mental blockage undone, and started learning how to truly wield the power he had. He pumped more kinetic energy into the beam, and it poured out across the floor and onto the ceiling, crept up onto the walls, making the whole room glow pink-white. And then he let go. He walked out of the glowing subterranean room, before outright running, keeping a mental countdown running in his head. by the time it reached zero, he'd run a quarter mile, and turned to watch the extremely large explosion and cave-in of the underground base.
One down, twelve to go. He knew it would be a matter of time before he found the center of it all, where Sinister - who was thankfully not around - would have been training them. And that would be when the real battle would start.