Arrival - OTA
Remy LeBeau was not a happy man at the moment. The rhythmic woosh and clap of the cards sliding in through his hands was usually calming, reassuring, but they did nothing for him right now. The guards that flanked him shifted their grip on their guns, apparently warned just what he could do to them with cards or hell just his fingers. It stuck in his craw that these army flunkies had captured him. He was a master thief, he shouldn’t have given in that easy.
“Don’t worry, homme, I already thought ‘bout escapin’. Decided gettin’ stranded wasn’t in de cards today,” he said, smirking at the guard on his left, then winking at the one on his right.
He stopped shuffling and flipped the top card over with just his thumb. He showed off the Queen of Hearts to both guards.
“Now, if ya believe dat song, dis lady’s a good bet. She ain’t. She’s de Queen of Hearts ‘cause she breaks ‘em. She’s tellin’ me an escape will only lead to trouble and I got enough of dat right now, oui?”
He flipped the card back over and started shuffling again. His little speech didn’t seem to reassure the guards any, or maybe they were just the nervous type. Remy only cared if it was going to get him shot. He’d signed on to this job to keep from getting shot. If it happened now, it’d be a real set back in his plan to escape this bunch. He had a sort of vague idea of where he was going and what was going to be there, but he needed more for an escape than that.
He was still unhappy though. He worked alone, not with other people and certainly not for the government, but he was man who could improvise and this was just a minor setback. He just had to play the hand he was dealt.
When the jeep pulled into a complex of military buildings, Remy jumped from the back and grabbed the duffel bag of his belongings that he was allowed to bring with him. The guards gave him one last glare before driving off. Apparently with him delivered safely they didn't have to stick around. Of course, that left him on his own and with no clear idea of where to go.
"Dis'll be fun," he said to himself with a smirk.
“Don’t worry, homme, I already thought ‘bout escapin’. Decided gettin’ stranded wasn’t in de cards today,” he said, smirking at the guard on his left, then winking at the one on his right.
He stopped shuffling and flipped the top card over with just his thumb. He showed off the Queen of Hearts to both guards.
“Now, if ya believe dat song, dis lady’s a good bet. She ain’t. She’s de Queen of Hearts ‘cause she breaks ‘em. She’s tellin’ me an escape will only lead to trouble and I got enough of dat right now, oui?”
He flipped the card back over and started shuffling again. His little speech didn’t seem to reassure the guards any, or maybe they were just the nervous type. Remy only cared if it was going to get him shot. He’d signed on to this job to keep from getting shot. If it happened now, it’d be a real set back in his plan to escape this bunch. He had a sort of vague idea of where he was going and what was going to be there, but he needed more for an escape than that.
He was still unhappy though. He worked alone, not with other people and certainly not for the government, but he was man who could improvise and this was just a minor setback. He just had to play the hand he was dealt.
When the jeep pulled into a complex of military buildings, Remy jumped from the back and grabbed the duffel bag of his belongings that he was allowed to bring with him. The guards gave him one last glare before driving off. Apparently with him delivered safely they didn't have to stick around. Of course, that left him on his own and with no clear idea of where to go.
"Dis'll be fun," he said to himself with a smirk.