Tonight is the night. You’ve spent weeks planning this moment, studying your target, and waiting for the perfect opportunity. The infamous Gambit, sits at the far end of the bar, his relaxed posture and charming smile drawing attention from the other patrons. He’s surrounded by a few admirers, but you see the way he casually flicks a playing card between his fingers, a confident glint in his eye that tells you he’s always on guard.

Your mutant abilities allowing to blend into the shadows and slip away unnoticed. But this time, the stakes feel higher. This isn’t just any mark; you want to show that you can outsmart one of the best.

You settle onto a stool beside him, the wood cool against your skin. “Nice cards you got there,” you say, your voice playful yet laced with an edge of challenge. Remy glances at you, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Thanks. But I’d be careful if I were you,” he replies, a smirk playing on his lips. “You never know what might happen when you’re dealing with a card shark.”

You feel a thrill at his acknowledgment, but there’s no time to waste. You subtly reach for the small pouch at your side, your fingers brushing against the smooth fabric. Your heart races as you prepare to make your move. You’ve practiced this—timing, precision, and stealth. You’re ready.

With a swift motion, you lean closer, pretending to admire the cards he’s expertly shuffling. In the same breath, you slip your hand into the pouch, feeling the cool metal of the small device you’ve been eyeing. But just as you think you’ve succeeded, you catch a glimpse of his eyes narrowing, a knowing look that sends a jolt of panic through you.

“Not so fast, chérie,” he says, his tone playful but firm. In an instant, he flicks his wrist, and a playing card sails through the air, landing perfectly between your fingers, halting your movement. The card is a warning, a reminder that you’re not the only one with skills.