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children?”
Remy saw the fat man’s eyes flicker in the direction of the main door. With a quick flick of the wrist, Remy sent five charged cards spinning in that direction. The explosions and a short, cut off scream made him smile at Lang. “You a fat one. I t’ink I drop you now. Yes?”
“No!” Lang said. “The children are in the next building over, toward town. But they’i'e all dead. All zombies.” Remy pretended to almost drop Lang and the fat man squeezed his eyes closed, then opened them again.
“Sorry,” Remy said. “You sure need to lose de weight. Now what else?” As he asked he took another charged card out of his pocket, waved it in front of Lang’s face, and slipped it into the fat man’s belt beside the first.
Lang’s eyes got even wider than before. “Without another dose of the formula real soon, they won’t even be zombies. They’ll just be dead.”
“So where de medicine?”
Lang swallowed and glanced to the left at a wooden door leading into a back room. “Back there, in the lab.” “You lyin’ to me, homme ?” Remy said, pretending to drop the fat man.
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Sweat poured from Lang’s face as he shook his head. “LeBeau, I’m telling you the truth. They’re already dead and will be for certain in thirty minutes unless I take them their next dose.”
Remy nodded and, with a flick of his arm, tossed the fat man in a swan dive over his head into the center of the office. The guy let out a short scream before he hit.
The resulting muffled explosion made Remy smile.
Without looking back, he went through the door into the lab. The fat man had been telling the truth. The place looked like a chemistry lab, with one large table running down the middle. Beakers full of fluids filled the table. Remy stood in the door studying it all, then stepped inside and picked up a metal stool. Holding the stool up, he energized it until it glowed brightly.
And for a moment, he hesitated, thinking of the children. But now they were already dead. All he was doing was stopping monsters like Lang from using their walking bodies for what ever purpose they wanted. Remy hated with his deepest passion anyone who could hurt children.
With as hard a throw as he could manage he spun the metal stool at the center of the chemicals.
Then he tumbled backward and out of the way of the explosion.
Glass and smoke filled the room and he turned and ran. There was no telling what sort of poisons were in there burning now.
He paused in the outer area only long enough to make a quick call to the police, telling them there was a fire and where they could find the children.
At least this way their parents could give the kids a de-
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cent burial. That was more than Hayward would be able to do for Cornelia.
Remy waited outside in the shadows of a nearby empty warehouse until the police had fought their way inside.
Then Remy LeBeau turned away, heading back to the X-Men, once again leaving his hometown. But this time he left it just a little better than when he’d found it.
And, as with any good thief, no one saw him go.
X-rRESSO
Ken drobe
Illustration by Dave Cockrum & John Nyberg
I ooking back, I’d say the second most exciting thing that I happened to me today was getting hit in the gut with a L fastball special. Well, maybe the third most. Ysee, being an X-Man and all, improbable, unpredictable stuff happens to us all the time. It’s just as likely that one of us gets spirited away to another dimension as rip a pair of dungarees. But what happened today was different. It was special. Still, I don’t mind saying, it didn’t start out too pretty.
It began with a letter from my momma. She wrote to tell me that my younger brother Josh had left the farm to go to Nashville. I swear, when I read that, I felt my jaw hit the floor. Ysee, since my daddy died and I went to study with Professor Xavier, Josh has sorta been the “man” of the house, helping out my
Remy saw the fat man’s eyes flicker in the direction of the main door. With a quick flick of the wrist, Remy sent five charged cards spinning in that direction. The explosions and a short, cut off scream made him smile at Lang. “You a fat one. I t’ink I drop you now. Yes?”
“No!” Lang said. “The children are in the next building over, toward town. But they’i'e all dead. All zombies.” Remy pretended to almost drop Lang and the fat man squeezed his eyes closed, then opened them again.
“Sorry,” Remy said. “You sure need to lose de weight. Now what else?” As he asked he took another charged card out of his pocket, waved it in front of Lang’s face, and slipped it into the fat man’s belt beside the first.
Lang’s eyes got even wider than before. “Without another dose of the formula real soon, they won’t even be zombies. They’ll just be dead.”
“So where de medicine?”
Lang swallowed and glanced to the left at a wooden door leading into a back room. “Back there, in the lab.” “You lyin’ to me, homme ?” Remy said, pretending to drop the fat man.
THE Wifi ATE Ml Ell
Sweat poured from Lang’s face as he shook his head. “LeBeau, I’m telling you the truth. They’re already dead and will be for certain in thirty minutes unless I take them their next dose.”
Remy nodded and, with a flick of his arm, tossed the fat man in a swan dive over his head into the center of the office. The guy let out a short scream before he hit.
The resulting muffled explosion made Remy smile.
Without looking back, he went through the door into the lab. The fat man had been telling the truth. The place looked like a chemistry lab, with one large table running down the middle. Beakers full of fluids filled the table. Remy stood in the door studying it all, then stepped inside and picked up a metal stool. Holding the stool up, he energized it until it glowed brightly.
And for a moment, he hesitated, thinking of the children. But now they were already dead. All he was doing was stopping monsters like Lang from using their walking bodies for what ever purpose they wanted. Remy hated with his deepest passion anyone who could hurt children.
With as hard a throw as he could manage he spun the metal stool at the center of the chemicals.
Then he tumbled backward and out of the way of the explosion.
Glass and smoke filled the room and he turned and ran. There was no telling what sort of poisons were in there burning now.
He paused in the outer area only long enough to make a quick call to the police, telling them there was a fire and where they could find the children.
At least this way their parents could give the kids a de-
STILLSORn III Tit niST
cent burial. That was more than Hayward would be able to do for Cornelia.
Remy waited outside in the shadows of a nearby empty warehouse until the police had fought their way inside.
Then Remy LeBeau turned away, heading back to the X-Men, once again leaving his hometown. But this time he left it just a little better than when he’d found it.
And, as with any good thief, no one saw him go.
X-rRESSO
Ken drobe
Illustration by Dave Cockrum & John Nyberg
I ooking back, I’d say the second most exciting thing that I happened to me today was getting hit in the gut with a L fastball special. Well, maybe the third most. Ysee, being an X-Man and all, improbable, unpredictable stuff happens to us all the time. It’s just as likely that one of us gets spirited away to another dimension as rip a pair of dungarees. But what happened today was different. It was special. Still, I don’t mind saying, it didn’t start out too pretty.
It began with a letter from my momma. She wrote to tell me that my younger brother Josh had left the farm to go to Nashville. I swear, when I read that, I felt my jaw hit the floor. Ysee, since my daddy died and I went to study with Professor Xavier, Josh has sorta been the “man” of the house, helping out my
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