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Giles LeBeau sat cozily in a low lit corner of his favorite coffee shop.  One leg was crossed lazily over the other as he perused the newspaper that was half folded over his lap.  His eyebrows were expressive, displaying his reactions to the article he was reading.  A sip from his steaming coffee cup nearly made him look professional, and only a little dapper.

The bell of the shop rang with a knowing tone and his eyes darted up from the funnies.  Erika King swept through the door.  The corner of his mouth quirked up in an easy grin.  He was actually happy to see her.  She reminded him of himself.  Snark and sass rolled into a spitfire that had the ability to control minds.  He suddenly wondered if Remy had any siblings, but dismissed it as quickly as he thought it.

He leaned forward and folded the newspaper back into a manageable shape and plopped it onto the table his arm and coffee cup rested on.

"Well, Kiddo.  Look who knows how to clean up!" He winked at her as she joined him at the small table.  He picked the paper back up and began scanning another article.  "You sure you're up for this?"

Seemingly his dark-seeded nature had finally caught up to him in New York.  He had been approached with a job.  And with Fury dead and gone he felt free to do as he utterly pleased.  But he had been out of commission for longer than he would like to admit.  He needed an accomplice.