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~~"The past is why I'm here."~~ Another picture landed on the table, of the experiments taking place in the now destroyed compound. ~~"Cybernetically enhanced mutants. That's a tool of war. I also know that your test subjects weren't entirely willing; bought from Africa and Southeast Asia. Based on what I've seen, my guess is that you've got a coup on your mind, and Vazhin is inclined to agree with me. For once, our interests are the same."~~
 
~~"The past is why I'm here."~~ Another picture landed on the table, of the experiments taking place in the now destroyed compound. ~~"Cybernetically enhanced mutants. That's a tool of war. I also know that your test subjects weren't entirely willing; bought from Africa and Southeast Asia. Based on what I've seen, my guess is that you've got a coup on your mind, and Vazhin is inclined to agree with me. For once, our interests are the same."~~

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Moment of Awesome - Remy LeBeau: It’s a bad year to be a bastard. Following an X-Force attack on a mutant weaponisation lab, Gambit takes care of a loose end.


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~~"The past is why I'm here."~~ Another picture landed on the table, of the experiments taking place in the now destroyed compound. ~~"Cybernetically enhanced mutants. That's a tool of war. I also know that your test subjects weren't entirely willing; bought from Africa and Southeast Asia. Based on what I've seen, my guess is that you've got a coup on your mind, and Vazhin is inclined to agree with me. For once, our interests are the same."~~

Zakharov cocked the pistol, shifting slightly to give himself the clearest shot. ~~"I'm afraid you'll be seeing Vazhin in hell next, my friend.~~

"I don't think so. And Remy not you friend." Remy LeBeau leaned forward, the light catching his face for the first time. The Cajun was covered in mottled bruises, and the left side displayed a livid knife wound, not more than a few days old. But it was the calm purpose in those red on black eyes that defined his purpose. "You crossed de line, Zakharov. Mutant weaponization. Thought dat de word had gotten out by now dat anyone who feels like dabbling in dat particular area gets knocked back in line, by whatever means necessary. You broke de rules."

"You destroyed my compound?"

"Oui. My friends are very good. Dis is what we do, and we do it well. Now, you de last part of de message for de rest, Nikolai Alexandrovich Zakharov."

"I think not." Zakharov said, and pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked on the chamber, and his heart fell as the weapon only popped with the sound of the primer going off. He fired twice more, but to no greater effect.

"Dere are rules, and out here, in dis world, we're de penalty for breaking dem." Remy held up a single card, glowing purple in the dim light. "Whatever you do, we will uncover it. Where ever you run, we will find you. However you fight, we will beat you. No matter how much you beg, we will end you." LeBeau's hand flicked, and Zakharov fell heavy, only the soft, wet pop of Gambit's card destroying the front of his forehead made a sound.

"It's going to be a bad year to be a bastard."