badcompany_muse | [038] Vengeance
[038] Vengeance
It was late at night but the air was still thick with a heavy, damp humidity. It wasn’t exactly isolated in the Iraqi desert, but it was close enough and the heat seemed to cause a slight decaying odour that hung in the air and couldn’t be avoided. Barely five miles away, military combat was thick and fast, breaking out at blink of an eye with no warning. Dust and dirt was everywhere and militia from countries all over the world walked the plains of the country in battle.
Out of the line of fire, a squat of buildings was used as Headquarters for a secret US military faction operating under the guise of an Army brigade of close to five thousand American soldiers. It was a second floor room decked out like an office of a now deserted building that Remy LeBeau lay on the filthy cement floor covered in a red dirt tracked in the from the desert by the stream of Military officials who no doubt came and went from the office with distinct regularity. Unconscious, unmoving, a pool of deep red blood growing around him and becoming an horrific accompaniment to the small, round wound congealing with even more blood visible through the puncture wound in the black leather. The flow from the wound was slowing now… it couldn’t be known if his heart was still beating.
The mission started like any other. Remy had been collected from Oahu in Hawaii, cutting his holiday with Maddy and Flynn short by five days, and he’d boarded the Blackbird bound for Iraq after Hank had received intelligence that the Brotherhood were going to infiltrate a top secret US faction operating from within a brigade posted to the war in Iraq. The belief was that the Head of the faction, a Government official with direct links to the president, was going to attempt to us a new form of The Cure as a weapon, something the Brotherhood weren’t happy about by any means. Hank’s lead told him that the Brotherhood had plans to directly infiltrate the army brigade to get access to the Head Honcho of the faction in an attempt to take him down. There was potentially a risk to thousands of soldiers’ lives if they succeeded; the X-Men needed to act, and they needed to act fast.
Logistical tactics were planned on the trip and Remy somehow found himself as the one to go in and liaise with the representative from the faction about the whereabouts of the Brotherhood in Iraq. Hank revealed that the faction were aware of the Brotherhood’s intent and were ready to fight back, but the X-Men hoped they could strike first and avoid getting the army involved, knowing they were unequipped to take out the Brotherhood, no matter what US officials thought. First plan of action was to get the faction’s information on the Brotherhood’s whereabouts in vicinity of the Headquarters, and that’s where Remy came in. He was a smooth-talker at the best of times but also had the awareness and reflexes to respond to a direct threat if the Brotherhood showed up to intercept. The rest of the team filtered through the buildings to analyse the location while Remy went in to draw information from the soldier who was the 2IC to the top dog.
The plan seemed almost foolproof and no one really expected it would be a difficult mission. Remy was indifferent, and that was perhaps his biggest mistake. It was unusual for him to let his guard down, but without seeing any direct threat, he was lulled in to a false sense of security and he dropped the ball. Seeing. What the eye saw was not always what it seemed and Remy should’ve remembered that.
The soldier had appeared by the book with two silent and still lackies standing behind his desk for protection. Another two soldiers had stepped in front of the door when Remy entered; to control Remy’s exit or anyone else’s entrance, it couldn’t be clear. The discussion and negotiations for information had gone smoothly. The man’s descriptions had told Remy that it could only be Sabretooth who was at the wheel of this whole thing. That was really going to make Logan’s day.
The soldier requested information in return which seemed innocent enough. He wanted to know where the X-Men were going to operate from so his men knew they weren’t the enemy. With a small shrug, Remy gave him what he wanted and thanked him in return. He planned to go directly to the Sabretooth’s location and he couldn’t stifle an air of smugness as he turned to leave the room.
It all happened so quickly and realisation hit him with as much force as the bullet did. As he turned, he caught the yellow flash of the soldier’s eyes that hadn’t been there before. Mystique. The gleam in her eyes, followed by a hint of a smirk on her curled lip as she drew the pistol from the holster on her belt and shot Remy in the back before he had any chance to react and fight back. He went down, hard, striking his head on the dusty cement. Blackness engulfed him, claiming his consciousness and then there was nothing.
Madison James [canmakeufeel], Flynn Hunter [strips4u] & Logan [hrtsevrytime] referenced with permission. Not binding on any Hank, Mystique or Sabretooth muses in existence.
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It was late at night but the air was still thick with a heavy, damp humidity. It wasn’t exactly isolated in the Iraqi desert, but it was close enough and the heat seemed to cause a slight decaying odour that hung in the air and couldn’t be avoided. Barely five miles away, military combat was thick and fast, breaking out at blink of an eye with no warning. Dust and dirt was everywhere and militia from countries all over the world walked the plains of the country in battle.
Out of the line of fire, a squat of buildings was used as Headquarters for a secret US military faction operating under the guise of an Army brigade of close to five thousand American soldiers. It was a second floor room decked out like an office of a now deserted building that Remy LeBeau lay on the filthy cement floor covered in a red dirt tracked in the from the desert by the stream of Military officials who no doubt came and went from the office with distinct regularity. Unconscious, unmoving, a pool of deep red blood growing around him and becoming an horrific accompaniment to the small, round wound congealing with even more blood visible through the puncture wound in the black leather. The flow from the wound was slowing now… it couldn’t be known if his heart was still beating.
The mission started like any other. Remy had been collected from Oahu in Hawaii, cutting his holiday with Maddy and Flynn short by five days, and he’d boarded the Blackbird bound for Iraq after Hank had received intelligence that the Brotherhood were going to infiltrate a top secret US faction operating from within a brigade posted to the war in Iraq. The belief was that the Head of the faction, a Government official with direct links to the president, was going to attempt to us a new form of The Cure as a weapon, something the Brotherhood weren’t happy about by any means. Hank’s lead told him that the Brotherhood had plans to directly infiltrate the army brigade to get access to the Head Honcho of the faction in an attempt to take him down. There was potentially a risk to thousands of soldiers’ lives if they succeeded; the X-Men needed to act, and they needed to act fast.
Logistical tactics were planned on the trip and Remy somehow found himself as the one to go in and liaise with the representative from the faction about the whereabouts of the Brotherhood in Iraq. Hank revealed that the faction were aware of the Brotherhood’s intent and were ready to fight back, but the X-Men hoped they could strike first and avoid getting the army involved, knowing they were unequipped to take out the Brotherhood, no matter what US officials thought. First plan of action was to get the faction’s information on the Brotherhood’s whereabouts in vicinity of the Headquarters, and that’s where Remy came in. He was a smooth-talker at the best of times but also had the awareness and reflexes to respond to a direct threat if the Brotherhood showed up to intercept. The rest of the team filtered through the buildings to analyse the location while Remy went in to draw information from the soldier who was the 2IC to the top dog.
The plan seemed almost foolproof and no one really expected it would be a difficult mission. Remy was indifferent, and that was perhaps his biggest mistake. It was unusual for him to let his guard down, but without seeing any direct threat, he was lulled in to a false sense of security and he dropped the ball. Seeing. What the eye saw was not always what it seemed and Remy should’ve remembered that.
The soldier had appeared by the book with two silent and still lackies standing behind his desk for protection. Another two soldiers had stepped in front of the door when Remy entered; to control Remy’s exit or anyone else’s entrance, it couldn’t be clear. The discussion and negotiations for information had gone smoothly. The man’s descriptions had told Remy that it could only be Sabretooth who was at the wheel of this whole thing. That was really going to make Logan’s day.
The soldier requested information in return which seemed innocent enough. He wanted to know where the X-Men were going to operate from so his men knew they weren’t the enemy. With a small shrug, Remy gave him what he wanted and thanked him in return. He planned to go directly to the Sabretooth’s location and he couldn’t stifle an air of smugness as he turned to leave the room.
It all happened so quickly and realisation hit him with as much force as the bullet did. As he turned, he caught the yellow flash of the soldier’s eyes that hadn’t been there before. Mystique. The gleam in her eyes, followed by a hint of a smirk on her curled lip as she drew the pistol from the holster on her belt and shot Remy in the back before he had any chance to react and fight back. He went down, hard, striking his head on the dusty cement. Blackness engulfed him, claiming his consciousness and then there was nothing.
Madison James [canmakeufeel], Flynn Hunter [strips4u] & Logan [hrtsevrytime] referenced with permission. Not binding on any Hank, Mystique or Sabretooth muses in existence.
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