7:30 p.m; it's dark and calm outside on a cool Louisiana evening, but the tranqulity is suddenly broken by numerous footsteps. The mutant Gambit is being chased by several men in uniform through a wooded area.
Guard 1: After him. After that stinking mutie!
Guard 2: Don't let him get away. The boss will be thrilled if we get this piece of shit back.
Guard 1: He said we should be careful with this one.
Guard 2: The day I'm scared of a mutie is the d----
The Guard never had a chance to finish his sentence. He exploded into tiny fragments due to a discreetly placed rock that was laid by the mutant on the floor, which was charged with potential energy-having explosive results
Guard 3: Jesus Christ what was that?
They can see Gambit heading towards a fence. He scales it with gazelle like agility.
The guards come to the fence--seemingly insurmountable.
Guard 4: I didn't sign up for this shit.
Guard 1: Well you didn't have to
Guard 1 shoots the fence apart with no hesitation. Gambit stops, and is now standing 20 metres from the broken fence.
Gambit: (tauntingly) Bon soir mes amis! A beautiful evening to die, no?
Guard 1: Put your damn hands up, or I will shoot you in the face mutant.
Guard 3 (nervously): D-d-do what he tells ya.
Gambit: Mon Dieu! I have to tell you that you have the wrong man. I am not a mutant.
Guard 3: It's a trick!
Guard 1. Of course it's a trick!
Gambit: Non. I am being very serious. In fact you can see my card.
Guard 3 approaches Gambit rather naively, weapon still aimed. Gambit reaches into the inside of his leather trenchcoat, and reaches for his cards- 8 of clubs, Jack of Hearts and 3 of Diamonds.
He charges all three cards and throws it into the face of the Guard. The other 4 Guards open fire. His agility is too much for their human accuracy. He dodges everything.
A fight ensues. Gambit makes light work of all of them.
Gambit: (Tauntingly) Here's my card.........
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Sorry for being so descriptive. It's just my writing style.