"Are y' completely insane?" Gambit asked as Cyclops outlined his plan for invading Sinister's closest lab.
"What's so crazy?" Cyke asked calmly. It was a rather conservative plan.
"T' begin with y' got the wrong plans. That's the Seattle lab." Every eye in the room fastened on the thief. "Second, the security's a lot better'n that. Y' mind?" Scott waved him forward. "Y' got security cameras here an' here. There's a guard patrol of clones de Diablo Diamond got programmed t' catch any mutant stupid enough t' be tryin' the front door." Gambit took a breath. He started to reprogram the computer image.
"Beast, you need a new password," Cyke stated. Hank nodded.
"There's a sensor t' differentiate 'tween flatscans and mutants. Flatscans are t' be killt. He ain't got no use for them. This hall leads t' de housin' quarters. This is the way t' the labs. This is the hanger an' storage area. Security be here. When'd y' get this floorplan?"
"Dated two years ago."
"More like four," Gambit commented. "Y' need a t'ief real bad, cher." Scott's glare read clearly "get on with it." "These halls connect here and here. Under the main lab, here, be the connard's library and private suite. What y' want from this?"
"Show up on time," Cyke commented acidicly. "We want his data. And to cripple his operations."
"Then y' want this room. The clonin' tanks need t' be corrupted."
"And the last time you were there?"
"Goin' on seven months." Gambit shrugged.
Scott pinched the bridge of his nose. "You are all dismissed. The mission is on standby. Gambit, come with me."
"What?" Gambit asked defensively. "It ain't like I been sellin' y'r secrets or somethin'!" He followed Scott towards his office, oblivious to the stares that his defense was garnering him.
TBC