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The band was in fine form after the bottle of Jameson and Kimber was settled in comfortably at the bar chatting with the barkeep when he stopped by. She was halfway through her very own bottle and if she squinted, she could almost see the pub of her school days. Much smaller and more atmospheric than this one partly because everybody had some form of tobacco lit up and intermingling odors wafted through the air.
The stabbing pain and swirling images hit her like a sledgehammer at the base of her skull. Five mooks, two busting through the door, three covering outside all of them here to grab Red. Fuck
Kimber spun and concentrated a spike of thought, grabbing Dembe’s brown eyes with her green ones. ‘Get him out! NOW!’
She saw the pain it caused him and decided she’d apologize later. Satisfied as she watched him easily and quietly walk up and lean in to whisper to Red, she stepped down from the bar chair. Red smiled and leaned across the table to shake Remi’s hand and then pick up his fedora. Kimber walked up behind Remi, putting both hands on his shoulders. She showed him a glimpse of what was coming and he nodded, taking one of her hands and brushing his lips across it.
Kimber glanced over and Red was gone. Probably had the blueprints memorized for the whole block. Remi stood and turned his ever present smirk toward her.
“You should wear those more often, cher, I can actually see your eyes at that height.”
She rolled said eyes at him and looked over his shoulder at the door. Reaching out, she could sense the two just starting across the street.
“We need ta meet ‘em at th’ door if we c’n. Keep the collateral damage to a minimum. I like this pub, be a shame fer ya ta flatten it.”
“Agreed.” Turning on his heel he reached the small foyer just as the mooks opened the door, guns drawn.
Kimber had a moment to look them over and realize they weren’t stock guns, some kind of special design. Fuck! Just then the mook at the front took a shot at Remi, who dived to the side and the poor bloke heading for his coat took the round and hit the floor. Remi flashed his hand under the back of his coat and pulled out what looked like two escrima, wacking the guy’s wrist in the pressure point to numb his hand and the gun hit the floor. Quick as a blink he connected the two and his familiar bo staff whipped around and came up to ring the first guy’s bells, the other side coming down on the second guy’s forehead.
That one staggered back out the door onto the sidewalk and Remi shoved the one bent over and gagging out in front of him. Kimber reached the civilian on the floor and placed her hands on either side of his head. Nothing. The only brain activity she could sense was simple autonomous functions.
“Remi! Don’ take a hit from th’ weapons! Some kinda neural neutralizer!”
She searched where there should be a bullet hole and found two small metal prongs in his chest. She pocketed them, then took out her phone and sent a Priority 1 084 to SHIELD with a request for medics. Putting her phone away, she pulled her small metal cartridge, pushed the button and stood up as her staff extended. She trotted out the door to see Remi kneeling down by the guy he’d clocked on the head, now strapped to a car door. The other one was staggering, but still up.
Remi waved for her to get down, pointed to the spots where he saw the other three and shot three cards from his sleeve into his other hand. Nodding, she held her staff like a golf club and knocked the guy’s feet out from under him and sat on his chest with her staff across his neck, watching him and sensing the others. She felt the energy flowing near her as the charge went from Gambit into the cards he held and yelled at the gawkers in the doorway to close it and get down.
He raised up quickly to confirm positions moved low to the next car over, then stood over the hood and let all three loose on their way to the three positions he’d spotted. The energy lost stability as the cards hit their targets and three mooks went down screaming and writhing. She could sense nothing from them but extreme pain and put a damper up in her mind before it overwhelmed her.
“Remi, ge’ tha’ gun inside then ge’ gone if ya don’ wanna be debriefed by SHIELD fer the rest a th’ week.” He nodded ran in, and back out, dropping the gun on the chest she was sitting on.
“Tell Red I’ll call ‘im. We can do business, I think.” Then he disappeared into the gathering crowd.
“Great. Yeah, I’ll do tha’“ she grumbled, then looked down at the weapon. She didn’t have time to take it apart here, but judging from the design and function she’d say probably Weapon X. It’s meant to take down mutants. AIM isn’t that picky.
Black SUVs and First Responders were coming up both ends of the block and she knew she didn’t have much time. She pressed both hands down on the staff and put her face next to his.
“Who sen’ ya. Gimme a name b’fore these blokes stick ya in a ‘ole an’ yer never ‘eard from again, mate.” The man’s head rolled around as much as it could to see SHIELD logos rolling up everywhere.
She smirked and leaned in harder.
“Pretty sure it weren’t ‘im. I need a name.”
Gasping for air the mook croaked out, “The Gentleman sends his regards to Mr. Reddington.” Then he stuck a prong similar to the ones in her pocket into his neck. His entire body shook, then went limp as a dishrag.
“Language, Ms. McLeod, we are in public.”
Kimber looked up and sighed.
“AD Hill. Pleased as always ta see ya, ma’am”
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