14237/Heist of the Day!

Heist of the Day!
Date of Scene:	24 February 2023
Location:	<text>
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Caleb Dykstra, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner

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Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Gotham, evening.

It's been a long, productive night for Caleb. By that, it's meant that he's been able to sell the stash he was given, and has met the quota assigned to him for the week. Well, that's great, right? He can kick back and relax, and gets to spend some time awake the next morning from not having to pull an all-nighter. Right?

Right?

When he gets to the assigned location where his collectors are, he hands them the money, and...

"Okay, that's a-thousand. But where's the rest?"

"...What rest?", Caleb asks neutrally - though he doesn't like where this is going...

"Boss said two-thousand. It ain' over yet."

"No, all collectors are to hand a thousand every week. That's..."

The guy sitting at the table, a brutish block of a man, boxer-faced, slams a hand soundly on the table, and gets up so fast that it's almost toppled over. The fact that Caleb steps instinctively back a couple paces is clear indication that he has seen the next few steps of this conversation before with others like him.

And that's what it takes to make the man's point. The three other people who are with him, smirking their asses off, close in on him for good measure.

"Two-thousand", one says.

"End of the week", another one says.

"Or else", the last one says.

Caleb nods, and the guy at the table hands him a package, and waves him off.

Remy LeBeau has posed:
Gotham City.

Been a long while now since ol' Remy had been in this neck of the woods. Gotham was familiar territory for him. Wasn't as good as the Bayou don't you mind, but it was close to home livin' as anythng he could forsee for a long while now. His latest foray away from the Xavier's Institute had brought him into a bit of a tip you see, the kind of tip where plenty o' money is involved.

The scores the Rajun Cajun happens to enjoy.

Because sometimes? Things get past the big mean Bat. That's quite a damn shame, because it gives more for Remy to get to. Boy oh boy....

Business is a boomin'.

But while he's moving? The tip he gets is enough to make him think backup might be necessary. Besides, who else is he gonna split this check with? Let's see if Remy's favorite spike-tail is up for some hunting. He shoots one Kurt Wagner a text with his location.

The man was wearing Some kevlar over his chest, his typical long trench coat, and of course, his bo-staff leaning across his shoulders.

A deck of cards falls onto the table in the middle of the gentlemen.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, dats no way to treat a friend, no? I thought dis was a friendly establishment."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
    ---BAMF!---

    And just like that, with the smell of brimstone, a blue, fuzzy gentleman appears near-ish to Caleb. Putting his feet down to land, one arm drops to his side while the other rests across Caleb's shoulders. "Guten tag!" comes his Germanic accent to muddy the waters against Gambit's cajun. "Sorry for ruining your subtle exit. It's time for fun, ja?"

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb's surprised when Gambit speaks and the cards land on the table. "Hey, wha..." And he actually shouts when Nightcrawler suddenly appears by his side, arm placed over his shoulders. "GAH!! DA HELL...!??" He tries to jump away from his reach.

Gotham City's not much used to mutants, it is a known fact - although it's likely no-one's used to these sorts of dramatic entrances, except for closest friends and family.

These guys are neither, so their reaction to the entrance is pretty much the same. But they recover quickly, and the brutish guy looks at the teenager with a mask of pure rage. "You little shit... You brought them here! O-oh, Vittorelli's gonna know about this..." He pulls out a gun from his back, 45-cal, "LET 'EM HAVE IT, BOYS!!"

Everyone pulls their guns (two are even small semi-autos), and start to shoot...

Remy LeBeau has posed:
A few more cards come from the rafters, targeting the guns of these hooligans and gangsters: the cards themselves seem to be dancing with some kind of light purple flame, and if/when it strikes? It explodes with *Concussive* force similar to that of a grenade. Should be more than enough to at least add some fuel to the fire and not only that....but cause some trouble among the gangsters. He doesn't throw enough cards to target /all/ of them, but a select few mayhaps!

Then Remy is looking towards Kurt. "Mon ami! Good to see you. You miss ol' Remy?" Then in a much more serious tone. "Nightcrawler, gon' need you to take care of dat one." He gestures to Caleb. "I'll keep 'em busy. It'll be fun, non?"

Kurt Wagner has posed:
---BAMF!---

    Nightcrawler doesn't need to be told. He's already gone as guns come out, along with Caleb.

---BAMF!---

    The two appear in a far doorway.

---BAMF!---
---BAMF!---
---ETC!---

    With a series of teleports, Nightcrawler causes much disarray among the gunmen. Some, he gets their guns, others, he draws fire away from other people. Some, he teleports away from the OMG GRENADES explosions.
    "Anger is a sin, ja?" he says as he hits a gun-toting handskyward, the ceiling getting several new holes. He disarms the man, "Better to invest in plows!"

---BAMF!---

    And so on it goes.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
For Caleb, this has become a waking nightmare real fast. His vision blurs as he sees the two mutants going into coordinated attack patterns, causing so much confusion among the mob henchmen that they're easily routed. When their weapons blow up, they're thrown away from their spots, clutching their hands.

"AWW, FUCK!! MY HAND!!", one clutches a mishapen hand. "THIS FRENCHY FUCKER BROKE IT!!"

Another has better reflexes, for he drops the gun before it explodes. The recoil blasts him against the wall, but he pulls out a big knife and skillfully lunges at Kurt.

The main guy, seeing his weapon destroyed, dives under the table, kicks it over and uses it as a defensive barrier. He pulls out a shotgun from under the table, and starts firing whenever he spots the Cajun. Or Kurt.

Ah, yes - there's a fourth guy, isn't...? *THUD!!* No, okay - scratch that! Kurt's athletic legs have served as a good piledriver against his face, knocking him out into a wall.

Back to Caleb. Everything in his mind is just racing. These were the guys he was supposed to report to, and now they're busted. How long until they're arrested, and the Police gets them their phone call, and they tell 'the Boss' their operation was shut down? And who was stuck in the middle of it all?

He was.

As quietly as possible, he starts to pull a gun from his pocket, looking at the downed henchman...