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Character(s): Ace D. Monkey, Remy leBeaux
Location: Secret area of the Training Center
Rating: PG-13?
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Two men - one a bored lunatic, one a professional - meet up to discuss business which may or may not involve petty vengeance for no real reason.

Ace probably would have been pissed off that Gambit was already five minutes late for the meeting, but he hadn't been entirely certain the guy was going to turn up in the first place - so naturally, he'd brought along one of his textbooks to revise with, and a few snacks. It was hard work, this plotting stuff.

"Stupid inertia," he muttered, resisting the urge to set fire to the physics textbook. He'd thought tests would be done with once he finished his officer's exams, but noooo. Instead he had to sit around in the dark, using a small flashlight to cram a bunch of stuff he'd never use, because the guy just wasn't turning up. At least the food was good.

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Somehow, Remy always ended up late. It wasn't really something he ever planned. It just seemed to work out that way. He'd just bargain it off as the walk took him longer than he'd thought, instead of having gotten distracted by a pretty blond leaving the Training Center.

He stepped into the secret area smoking a cigarette, a careless stride to his gate. And there was Ace, waiting where he was supposed to be.

"My deepest apologies, homme."

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"No problem!" He bounced to his feet, smiling - in Ace's book, five minutes lateness wasn't even worth mentioning. Plus, it meant he could put his textbook aside. "I'm guessing you're not exactly gonna be pissed off if we go straight to business rather than screwing around with niceties, huh?"

OMG SO SORRY FOR LATENESS~

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Remy grinned and took another drag from his cigarette. "Don't mind either way, mon ami, but it's probably best we keep this professional, non?" He crossed his arms and leaned against a nearby table, waiting patiently for his potential employer to spill the beans, so to speak.

SORRY FOR EVEN MORE LATENESS D: *kicks laptop*

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Fine by Ace! He turned up the grin and focused on the problem at hand.

"Basically, Commander Leonhart is a dick and pissed me off. It doesn't really matter how or why. I want to make his life hell for a few weeks and the easiest way I can do that is if I have access to his quarters." Oh, the things he could do to that sword...

"The problem is that I couldn't hack my way in to save my life, which means I'll need someone to distract the Commander while his door's unlocked. You create an explosion to get him away from his door and distracted for a while, I get in, and that's it. Not hard, is it?"

He shrugs. It's a spur of the moment plan and he'd rather recruit someone who could get him in without having to rely on Squall entering the code first, but...

"Unless you have a better idea? Gotta admit, I haven't exactly done a lot of breaking and entering that doesn't involve kicking the doors down."

heh yeah, we both fail. That's awesome.

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So, this kid wants to break into Commander Leonhart's room? Now that was going to cost him. He held up a hand, a small smile playing across his features.

"Hang on just a minute, homme. You wanna break into de Commander's room? What sort of payment are we talkin'?"

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuu- and I'm back >:| FOR GOOD, THIS TIME

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Ace beamed as innocently as he could. No immediate 'hell no!'? Perfect.

"Now that depends what you want, Gambit. How about I turn a blind eye to any and all of your gambling, no mater how much of a profit you start raking in?"

It was an opening move, but Ace was starting to think up rather bigger plans than some one-off little prank. It just depended what Gambit was willing to give, and what he wanted to take.