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Man of Few Words
by originalceenote
Logan was a man of action and few words.
Remy normally appreciated this, but his grim expression and the dangerous flatness in those eyes that resembled rubies seated on black velvet told a different story.
"Gambit."
His codename. Not Gumbo, not Cajun, and perhaps, to his relief, not "Asshole."
He could have said, "Traitor.
Remy's bottle hovered inches from his mouth. "Got an axe t'grind?"
"Nah." Logan sidled up, beckoning for one of what Remy was having.
"Said I wuz sorry. Ya want yer pound of flesh, ya came to de wrong place."
A heavy sigh. An even heavier hand gripped him as he sipped his beer.
Logan was a man of action and few words.
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