Watching
In the ensuing chaos, the one called Gambit had taken to perching in the second floor window, shuffling a deck of cards through obviously skilled fingers. The odd card glimmering red before the colour died away when the card was passed from one finger to another and eyes watchful of the ground below.
One might mistake him for relaxed and on appearance only it would seem that way but Remy was alert and wary, ready for the next attack because humanity was to be trusted only as far as one could throw it.
He knew that the Sentinels weren’t going to quit so easily, not when they’d come away with nothing and he wondered how long so called sanctuary would last. He’d come away with a few bruises and cuts, nothing serious but enough to decorate his collarbone.
“Dese are troubled times,” He muttered to no one in particular as he continued to watch.
One might mistake him for relaxed and on appearance only it would seem that way but Remy was alert and wary, ready for the next attack because humanity was to be trusted only as far as one could throw it.
He knew that the Sentinels weren’t going to quit so easily, not when they’d come away with nothing and he wondered how long so called sanctuary would last. He’d come away with a few bruises and cuts, nothing serious but enough to decorate his collarbone.
“Dese are troubled times,” He muttered to no one in particular as he continued to watch.