Gambit sat on a barstool in a sunlight beachside bar. He had been sent to Mexico to find a mysterious mutant assassin. He was in Puerto Vallarta where she supposedly spent a lot of time. Magneto had told him to spread the word that he was looking for a 'scythe' and she would come find him. Gambit signaled the bar tender for another beer. "Buena tarde," came a lyrical voice beside him. He looked at the barstool beside him which was suddenly filled by a shapely woman. She wore a large black sunhat that covered most her face, except lips that were painted bright red. Her body was well outlined in a thin black dress with long sleeves that met black gloves at the wrist. Her legs were covered with knee high black stiletto boots. "Usted esparas a alguien?" When he didn't respond she asked again in English. "You waiting for someone?" The woman had a nondescript American accent when speaking English.

"Waiting for you, chère," he charmed. Taking her gloved hand he brought it to his lips and gave is a suave kiss. "Remy LeBeau," he introduced.

"And what brings a Cajun to Mexico? Vacation? Honeymoon?" she asked checking out his left hand for a ring.

"Non. Business."

The woman stood. "I hope you find what you're looking for, Señor LeBeau. Hasta luego." she said as she turned and disappeared into the bar crowd. Going on a gut feeling, he followed the woman trough the crowd. She was harder to follow when she began to weave trough the oncoming flow of colorful sunburned tourists. With his height as an advantage, he peered over the sweating crowd and saw her turn into a blue hotel.

When he finally made it through the bright white doors of the building she was long gone. Walking up to a woman with wavy brown locks he put on his charm. "Excuse me, madame. I'm looking for a femme wit a large black hat. Seems she left somet'ing at de bar down de street."

"I cannot hand out customer information, sir," she said in a thick Hispanic accent. "However," she began, looking to please the charming Cajun. "I did see the woman walk to the pool direction."

"Merci," he said with a stunning smile before heading in her pointed direction. Once out at a stone courtyard with a large pool and many guests, he spotted the woman in black as she disappeared beyond a corner. Taking long strides, he quickly followed and saw a stone hallway with a vending machine at the end and various doorways.

"You don't give up easily do you?" came the lyrical voice behind him.

"Non, chère. Remy don give up," he said, turning to face her.

"What are you looking for, Remy?" she asked. Gambit stared at her full lips since he couldn't see her eyes.

"A scyt'e."

"You followed the right woman. Come with me," she said, walking passed him towards a door halfway down the hall. She led the way into the room and shut the door behind Gambit, locking it. It was a room filled with warm colors, tans, pinks, and oranges. There was brightly patterned bedding on a queen bed with a red wood headboard. A wardrobe that hid an old T.V. and a dresser matched the red of the headboard. There was a white door that led to the bathroom and a mirrored doubled sliding door for the closet. Two matching end tables and brass table lamps framed the bed. A brown chair sat angled in the corner next to a window that was framed with heavy brown curtains. The woman walked over to the heavy curtains and drew them shut, purging all sunlight from the room. She turned on the lamps which flooded the room with yellow light. "Excuse me a moment, I can't take these civilian clothes anymore," she dismissed herself to the bathroom.

Gambit looked at the two brass framed gaudy paintings of desert flowers that seemed to have been half-assed by a local and bought cheap for the hotel. After a moment he situated himself on the edge of the bed. A minute later the bathroom door opened and what looked like a completely different woman emerged. A whole four inches shorter with the heels off, the woman now reached a height of about five four. Dressed in black denim pants that had been ripped off halfway up her shins, barefoot, and in a black tank top, she was showing significantly more skin than her disguise, although it is understandable why she had been covered, the woman was white. Not white like a Caucasian that needed some sun, but white with an icy blue glow like freshly fallen morning snow. Her face washed free of the red paint, her plush lips were a soft purple. The woman's eyes were shining black like an oil spill and her long wavy hair, no longer hidden, was the navy blue of midnight skies.

"Much better," she said, cracking her knuckles. Gambit noticed her long nails were black, he guessed this was natural rather than lacquer. "What can I do for you, LeBeau?"

"Remy," he corrected with a seductive smile.

She smirked. "Well, Remy, what business do you have with me?"

"My boss has taken an interest in you."

"I'll assume I should be flattered. Who is this boss?"

"Magneto. A mutant dat fights for mutant rights," he said.

"I've heard of Magneto. He fights for mutant superiority," she said coldly.

"His intentions are not so black and white, chère," Gambit defended his boss, though he didn't always agree with Magneto and his methods.

The woman nodded disbelieving. "And what does Magneto want from an assassin?"

"He would like you to join us. Become an Acolyte."

She crossed her arms. "And he sends a lackey to ask rather than come himself. Should I be insulted?"

Gambit chuckled. "Remy's no lackey, petit."

"Course not," she said sarcastically. "Well, I have some free time. I suppose I'll come with and see what he has to say."

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A few hours later, Gambit and the woman were in Magneto's metal office. He sat behind a steel desk in a matching chair. Gambit leaned against the wall in the background, the woman stood in front of the desk with arms crossed, still barefoot. "Why do you want me as one of your Acolytes?"

"I could use someone of your talents."

"And why should I join you?"

Magneto stood and stared into her oily eyes. "So that you don't have to hide your face when you go out in public."

She thought this over. He obviously wanted to hit home to get her on his side, but not showing skin in public meant nothing to her. She was an assassin, she would be hidden wherever she went no matter the mutant situation. But she was bored and curious, it would give her something to do for a while. "I'm in."

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The woman kept to herself for the first two days. She had left the second day and returned with several bags. She had left everything in Mexico and needed to stock up on clothes and toiletries. From what Magneto and the Acolytes gathered she went by Scythe and was mostly nocturnal. On day three, Magneto wanted her for a mission and Gambit had been charged with talking to her for his hypnotic charm mutation and his general ability with the ladies. He knocked on her door.

"Yes, LeBeau?" came her voice, muffled through the door.

Opening the door, Gambit replied, "I told you, chère, it's Remy." Walking in he found her lounging on her bed with a sketch pad and an assortment of pens sprawled around her. She was quite a sight. The bed was a king, metal canopy bed. Four thin steel posts stood from each corner with a thin metal rectangle connecting the tops. She had changed the bedding so transparent black drapes hung delicately from the metal frame, partially hiding her from view. She wore black yoga pants that hugged her slim legs and curvy hips. A baggy black wife beater hung on her small frame yet was tighter on her breasts. From Gambit's overview angle, he had a nice view of her white cleavage. One ivory arm lay draped over her hips while the other was poised above the sketchbook with a black pen hand. Long navy hair obscured half her face while one visible ebony eye looked up at Gambit. He imagined what it's be like to lay himself on top of her and taste those thick purple lips.

"Not gunna happen, Cajun," she said sternly, yet with a smirk.

"You read m'mind, chère?" he asked, not at all embarrassed by being caught.

"Something like that. I sense feelings and hormones so it's the next best thing," she explained.

"What else can a belle femme like you do?" he asked with a charming smile.

Scythe closed her sketchbook and sat up in her bed. "I can block mutant powers from effecting me. Like that charm of yours," she taunted.

"De charm isn't all mutation, chère," he smirked.

"I appear to be immune to that too," she teased.

He chuckled. "I never got your name, petit."

"Vie."

"How does an assassin get named 'life'?" Gambit asked.

"Being white with black eyes, I was mistaken for dead when I was found in a dumpster as a newborn," she said nonchalantly. This managed to shock Gambit.

"Why in French?"

She smirked, "You aren't the only one from The Big Easy."

"Where's your accent?" Gambit asked curious.

"I'm an assassin, LeBeau. I need to fit in wherever I am, that means not having a distinct accent."

"Ever stolen somet'ing, chère?"

"Course."

"How about a friendly bet?"

Vie leaned forward. "I'm listening."

"De boss wants some information from an MRD building. First to retrieve de information wins," Gambit elaborated. "You win, I take you to dinner."

"And if you win?" she asked cautiously.

"Den you take me to dinner," he smirked.

Gambit's antics amused her. "You're on."

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Vie and Gambit stood on a flat black roof just after two in the morning. Magneto had transported them over in two silver orbs to an MRD base tucked away in a forest on a foothill, miles from town. "You want high or low, LeBeau?" Vie asked putting her hands on her hips. Gambit gave her a once over with his black and red eyes, this was the first time he had seen her in her uniform. She wore skin tight navy blue low-riding pants with a mid-drift black, turtleneck tank top. Black knee high boots, black fingerless gloves, and a black mask that ran along her cheekbones and hairline completed her uniform.

"Ladies choice," Gambit said slyly.

"See you at the finish line," Vie said, leaping off the roof. Gambit smirked, she had chosen low.

Slipping a playing card from his sleeve, Gambit smiled to himself. "See you at de finish line, chère."

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Vie crept her way along a labyrinth of hallways, her back to the wall. She stopped at a corner and waited for a lone guard to round the corner. When he did she covered his mouth with one hand and gripped the back of his head with the other and rotated his head quickly, snapping his neck. She lowered the body to the floor before continuing on.

Finally, Vie made it to a large door guarded by four armed men. They quickly noticed her and aimed their guns at her. She smirked and slid two throwing knives out from her waist line and tossed them at the two nearest guards. One hit between the eyes of one, the other knife punctured the second guard's chest. She charged the third, dropping to a knee slide when he shot at her. Vie sprung to her feet and whipped out two sickle-swords that had been strapped to her back. She twirled them in her palms then ran one across the third guard's throat then plunged the other blade into his chest. She turned on the final guard. Despite seeing what she had done to the other three, this guard still shot at her. Vie dodged and ran in close. In one powerful stroke, she decapitated the remaining guard.

Searching the bodies, she found the keys and slid her swords back to their place on her back. Opening the door, she walked right up to the man at the controls and put a white hand on either side of their face before quickly snapping their neck.

Slipping a USB from her boot, she plugged it into the computer and began downloading files. No sign of Gambit. She smirked. Vie was finishing transferring files when the vent covering across the room clattered to the floor. Swiftly stood and went over to look up the vent. A second later she found it empty and whirled back to the computer. Gambit was bent over, pulling the USB from the computer. Temporarily distracted by the view, she watched Gambit rise with the USB between two fingers.

"Au revior, chère," he said, using his bo staff to vault back up into another vent. Vie growled and followed him through the venting system. They met back on the roof.

"Now I know why they call you 'le diable blanc'," Vie teased.

"How d'you know about dat, chère?"

"I told you, LeBeau. I'm from the New Orleans," she stepped into her metal orb. "I've heard all about you." Her orb closed and vanished. Gambit stood next to his orb and stared after the mysterious assassin.

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