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A Cajun And A Raccoon Walk Into A Bar (Pt2)
Gambit rolled eyes and followed Rocket deeper into the bar. Soon a tall, heavily tattooed man stepped forward to meet them.
"Mr. Tollette will see you," the bruiser replied. He turned to lead the pair further along the establishment until they reached a door. The man opened the door, revealing a plush looking office. Seated behind an elegant wooden desk sat a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. Once Rocket and Remy were inside, the bodyguard closed the door.
Claude Tollette glanced over at the pair, amusement shining in his quick grey eyes at the sight of Rocket but he said nothing. There was very little that went on in the Big Easy that Tollette didn't know about, or couldn't eventually discover. He was one of the few men that could boast as being untouchable. The Guilds, the police, and other criminal organizations all visited him whenever they needed to know something.
"What is it that I can do for you, Remy?" he asked, fixing his gaze on Gambit.
"Mah friend an' I are lookin' for someone," Gambit answered. "Have you heard o' anythin' strange goin' on?"
Tollette smirked. "This is N'awlins, my friend. I'd be more shocked if there wasn't somethin' strange goin' on here," the older man laughed.
"This is gonna be a friggin' waste of time." Rocket rolled his eyes but he made no move to head to the door.
The information broker took a dramatic pause, perusing his memory for any stories that could be of use to the pair. "There have been some reports of a lizard man spotted by an abandoned warehouse down by the river." Now Tollette's gaze fell on Rocket and he grinned. "Mighty smart of you to bring bait along with you, Remy."
"BAIT?! Who are you callin'-" Rocket took a step forward but Gambit quickly grabbed the prickly Guardian by the scruff of his neck and unceremoniously moved him back a step, setting him back on the ground. Rocket shot the Cajun a glare but soon nodded. It was clear that the tip they got from Tollette matched what Rocket knew about the target and they now had a general location to search.
"T'anks for de intel," Gambit said, moving over to the desk to shake Tollette's hand before he turned to leave, Rocket in tow. Once outside of the bar the Cajun turned to his partner. "You gonna tell me more 'bout who we're huntin'?"
"Fine. I'm lookin' for a Badoon terrorist by the name of D'grahl."
Gambit racked his memory, trying to remember if he had heard of the Badoon before from the Shi'ar but at the moment he couldn't remember a thing. If Rocket was able to confirm that his target was here after all from what they had learned from Tollette, Remy assumed the Badoon had to be a reptilian race.
"Well, let's get movin'. De soon we find dis lizard, de sooner you can get outta here. I don't really want a cut o' de bounty anymore, I jus' want your furry aggravatin' ass gone."
Rocket rolled his eyes and shook his head, muttering something smart under his breath.
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