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Mystique pulled the military truck up to rear of the station.
She stepped down from the cab carefully, the sticky, greasy
asphalt threatening to suck her in. She shifted into a classic
good 'ole boy Teamster before as she worked her way around
the front of the truck to were Destiny awaited her.
From the cover of the truck, Raven watched drivers come and
go. What she needed was a truck with out cargo, maybe even
a detached cab. More trucks were leaving than were coming
in, making her search seem futile.
A big black rig pulled in, all gleaming chrome and shiny
black steel. It pulled to a stop near the entryway, obviously
not there for gas. Raven turned away from it. It was too expensive
not to be missed. It was also probably privately owned, and
truckers were a nasty bunch about their personal property.
On the other hand, there was a small green cab hauling a
long white trailer out of the weighing station. Rogue hadn't
sent any signal saying it was empty, so Raven let it pass.
The driver stopped next to the black rig and hopped down.
"Hey Doug, is that you?" The man in the green truck
was banging on the black rigs door. Raven nearly snickered
at his appearence. He was tall, blond and straight off some
"Hey, there Buck-Buck, when'd you get here?" Doug,
the black rig's owner, was an equally massive black man, who
seemed to be competing with his truck for girth.
"'Bout the same time as you, I reckon. Hey, why don't
you buy me dinner and I'll tell you about some fine sistah's
I met in California." Buck was grinning from ear to ear
and Doug seemed to explode with laughter. The two compatriots
guffawed their way to the diner.
"Momma, that's the truck." Raven squelched a desire
to backhand her daughter. Rogue had suddenly appeared at her
shoulder, shocking Mystique into dropping her shift. Instead
of responding, Raven spent a moment shifting into good ol'
Rounding on her daughter, Raven screamed in a whisper, "Where
on God's green earth were you? You were supposed to be at
the weigh station signalling empty trucks, not gallivanting
around trying to give people heart attacks." Raven watched
Rogue carefully as her daughter's skin flushed. Satisfied
that the girl had learned her lesson, Raven was able to get
back to business. "Which truck, fagod'ssake?"
"The green one. It's not empty, but all it's got in
it's a couple boxes of books." Raven was about to interrupt,
but the girl went on chattering. "Remy, he said I could
call him that, broke into the back of it. We can put the cargo
on this truck and then steal the green rig. Or maybe just
leave the trailer and take the rig."
Raven stared at her daughter some more. The plans were decent,
but they would all lead to detection long before they reached
any viable destination. "Okay, we take the rig and the
trailer, but we dump the trailer before we get to the next
weigh station. I'll get the tractor-trailer, you take this
truck and dump it somewhere. We'll be up the road a ways,
so be quick about it." Raven took Irene by the hand and
started off toward the green truck.
"Ya forgot one t'ing Raven." A voice came from
the cab of the Agee Institute truck they had commendered.
"Oh, you, right. And here I was hoping you'd gotten
lost." Raven smiled at the slimy little thief. She had
assumed he would take the first exit stage left available
and leave them to their troubles. The Cajun cuss had some
backbone in him after all. Which meant Raven was probably
going to have to pay him, and soon. Eliminating him was out
of the question, too many people knew she was in contact with
him. Raven had no interest in leaving a body trail.
"Nah, I ain't lost, but I t'ink I know where we should
"Ah, and where is that we are going, hmm?" Raven
let Irene stroke her back through the flannel shirt she now
wore. She could Destiny whispering nonsense in her ear, but
the one thing that stood out was "Don't trust."
Raven already distrusted the boy, but perhaps Irene meant
something more. In reality, he was only one of them in fighting
shape, and he couldn't get that much from them if things went
sour. Raven resolved to be more open minded, at least until
she could discover what ever it was Irene's powers had uncovered.
"Well, dere's always Washington." Gambit rested
his head on his arms, hanging half out the truck window.
"DC!! Are ya crazy? There's no way we can get all that
way without getting caught!" Rogue said it before Raven
could get a word in. Raven's eyes darted back to the rigs,
but no one seemed to notice their little discussion. They
were well concealed in their dark corner
"Not DC, Washington as in Seattle, as in Space Needle,
grunge, Starbucks! It's not dat far. And I know someplace
we can stay once we get dere." Raven found that smug
grin infuriating, but the boy had guts making such an offer.
Her mind said it was a trap. The thief was a professional.
He would see the job through, which was great if she was his
only contract, but if he was also working for someone else,
someone who wanted the Sisterhood of Mutants out of the picture,
they were as good as dead.
But Raven's instincts warred with her logic trained mind.
If it was just a job, the boy would be long gone by now, payment
or not. It was personal with him, to a certain extent, and
a quick glance at her daughter's blushing face gave her all
the answer she needed. As much as she loved Rogue, if the
girl stood between the S.O.M. and certain death, then the
thief could toy with her as long as he wanted. He would learn
soon enough that Rogue was no easy prize. But Raven would
let him play for a while, if it meant he wouldn't double cross
them in the end.
Banking on her daughter's capableness, Raven took Irene's
hand and headed for the green rig. "Then Seattle it is.
You go with Rogue and make sure that homing device is as far
from us as possible."
"Sure, Momma, we'll meet up wit' ya soon." Gambit's
grin was beginning to set Raven's teeth on edge, but she kept
her shift and moved from the shadows of one truck to another.
Irene pulled herself into the rig as Raven watched the passing
traffic. Gambit was driving the stolen truck out of the station,
with Rogue in the passenger seat. They headed back to the
highway, south bound and Raven considered that part of her
Once in the rig, Raven was for the first time grateful for
the changes Dr. Agee and his associates had wrought on her
powers. The rig felt as comfortable as Buck's skin and Raven
pulled it out of the truck stop before its owner had even
started his first course around the buffet table.
Irene sat silently by her side, fuming. Destiny had done
everything she could to prevent the disaster in her mind's
eye. After all, she had warned Raven, "Don't trust Rogue
with her own heart and don't trust our lives to a thief's
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