Chapter 2
The Contract
“Perhaps we should go somewhere a little more private.” Suggested Dr. Burton, nervous of all the people passing by.
“Given the… services of yours that we require.” He added in hush tone as not to be overheard.
“Given mah ‘services’?” Rogue asked incredulously, “ Whaddaya’ think? That ah’m gonna fuck ya’? Forget it honey, we ain’t going nowhere Besides, ya’ ain’t mah type just like yer’ boy back at the bar.”
She took in their shocked faces and added, “Didn’t think I’d figure it out that it was all a test?”
Dr. Sandbrook looked enraged, “Then why the Hell did you take it so far?!”
“Ah was having fun sugah, a gals gotta get hers.” Rouge responded, smirking.
Dr. Burton interrupted, hoping to save his associate from getting to know Rogue’s idea of fun a bit better, “I think we should get back to the business at hand.”
“Yeah. Good idea.” Rogue agreed, “How about some details.”
Dr Sandbrook sobered, “Of course. As mentioned, his name is Wolverine.”
Rogue said as she lit another cigarette, “Ah’m gonna need more than a name here folks.”
“Well, he has proven to be quite a nuisance of late, one which we can ill afford to have. He has broken in and destroyed some of our facilities, terrorizing their respective staffs along the way.”
“So he‘s been a naughty boy? Some people are just born that way; send him to bed without any supper. Unless… you’re ready to tell me what I really wanna know.”
“Okay… he’s a mutant.”
“Ah’ve already guessed that much. I mean, with a name like Wolverine it was either that or… pro wrestler.”
“Then what do you want to know?” Dr. Burton snapped, becoming aggravated by Rogue’s flippant attitude.
“Well for starters,” Rogue stated rather coolly, flicking her cigarette away, “sexual preferences, favorite sexual positions; boxers, briefs… or does he go commando?”
She laughed then added, “But ah’d settle fer his abilities, known associates, a decent description and a point in the right direction.”
Running a hand through her two-toned locks, Rogue wondered how Doctor’s could be so stupid.
“We have a file containing all relevant information pertaining to him.”
“Ya’ve got a file on him?” Rogue asked in annoyance.
The doctors nodded there heads in affirmation.
“Then why the fuck didn’t ya’ give meh the damn thing in the first place.”
“Well, we thought it was best to explain our position first.” Dr. Burton explained.
“Two things, children, two things… “ Rogue clarified, “One, give me the file and two, explaining things ain’t yer strong suite.”
Heeding Rogue’s instructions, Dr. Sandbrook ran off in the direction of his car to fetch the files.
Dr. Burton, feeling uncomfortable in Rogue’s presence, began rambling mindlessly; “We didn’t mean anything by not giving you the file, it was simply an oversight on our part. In fact…”
Interrupting, Rogue asked, “Ya’ really like the sound of your own voice don’t ya’? Tell ya what doc, instead of telling me shit that ain’t worth… shit, gimme’ the basics on this Wolverine guy. Think you can do that?”
“Of course… the main things to know about him are: he has enhanced senses; sight, smell, hearing etcetera. In addition, his skeleton is laced with Adamantium, a virtually indestructible metal.
“Fuck, that ain’t natural and it sure as hell ain’t a mutation. What else?”
“He has uncharted regenerative capabilities.”
“In English this time.”
“He’ll heal from practically anything.”
“Well, I do love a challenge.”
“As for known associates, he is active in a group known as ‘The X-Men’.”
“Fuck, that’s definitely gonna make this a lot more complicated.”
“If you don’t think you’re capable of the job, we can look elsewhere.” Dr. Burton said smugly.
Rogue waved the comment off, “Please, ah meant more complicated in the sense that he has back-up and good back-up at that. They’re trained, which means ah’m gonna hafta plan things out better… take my time. Ah’ll be using more resources, so it’s gonna cost ya’ more. And you don’t gotta’ choice cuz no one else is gonna wannna touch this job.”
“How much more?” Dr. Burton bit out through suddenly clenched teeth.
“Double.” Came the reply.
“Double?!”
“Yep.”
“…”
“Ah don’t got all night.” Said Rogue; tapping her wrist in mock interpretation.
“… Fine.”
“Good, then it’s simple. Ah want all the information ya got on him… *all of it*. Half of the money up front and no contact, I’ll call you when the jobs done. Don’t try any bullshit or Ah’ll fuck you up so bad that your own mother ain’t gonna recognize you. Are we clear?”
“Y-yes, perfectly understood.” Stammered a terrified Dr. Burton.
“Alright then, now where’s mah money and Sandbag with that file?”
“Sandbrook.” Dr. Burton corrected, “His name is Sandbrook.”
“Like ah give a flying fuck, he could be called broken neck for all ah care, which he’ll have if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up and get his ass back here.”
As if on cue, Dr. Sandrook returned; holding a leather briefcase, which he promptly handed to his associate.
Dr. Burton took out two brown envelopes and gave them both to Rogue; he pointed to one, “This contains all the information we have been able to gather on Wolverine including a photograph taken from surveillance equipment at one of our facilities six weeks ago.”
Motioning to the other, he continued; “And this is half of your payment. As agreed we will not attempt to contact you.”
“Do ya’ always hang around dark alleys with that kinda cash on ya’? Tisk-tisk.” Rogue chided, putting the envelopes in her jacket pocket.
The two doctors stood before her, despite the fact that their conversation had long since ended.
“Well?” Rogue asked, “Waitin’ fer a receipt? No? Then shoo, duty calls.”
Finally alone, Rogue sighed, “Well, there goes my holiday.”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I'm still sorry if it sucks, again thanks go to plainlayz for the beta.