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All Through the Night
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men.
A/N: This is completely AU; basically I took the characters and stuck them into the French Revolution. I suppose it could be called a cross-over with histroy.
Remy was staring up at a huge, looming scaffold, crusted in dried blood. His stomach heaved at the sight of the gleaming, silver blade of the guillotine. A girl was being dragged up the steps toward the deadly metal. Her brown hair was whisked about by the wind, and her hands flew about as she beat at her captors, trying to make them let her go, fighting for her life even though she knew it was hopeless.
The men dragging her—coarse, peasant men with leering, red faces and goblin-like expressions—threw her roughly to the ground. One of them forced her head down into the wooden groove cut for her neck. Remy fought to do something, anything, but somehow he was bound to the spot. He couldn't move, couldn't blink, couldn't do anything. He was forced to watch helplessly as the men pulled the cord to release the blade, as the blade whistled down the rope, as the girl screamed, as…
"Kitty!" Rémy LeBeau sat up in bed with a cry. He staggered over to the rough, wooden bedside table and stared into his cracked, glass mirror. His face was ashen-pale and his hands were trembling. He tried to remind himself that it was just a dream, that it hadn't happened, but a nagging part of his mind reminded him that what he really meant was that it hadn't happened yet. And it could. If he didn't free his little sister soon…he couldn't bare to finish the thought.
But I will free her soon! he thought. I have to. Normally, when he spoke, his grammar was poor as though he were trying to speak a foreign language, but it was an act. If he wanted to, he could easily think—or speak—quite normally.
"Gambit!" the gruff, deep voice of his comrade, Wolverine, called. They all had code names, for it was far safer than using their own name, when there was always the chance that some damned peasant would recognize the name and cause them to be hunted down. Not that they were really so different from the peasants anymore. Gambit thought back to just a few months ago, when the Revolution had begun. He pictured himself then: a spoilt, foppish youth of twenty, whose mild brown eyes kept an expression of innocence, while his hair flopped loosely about his shoulders, his clothes of the most expensive materials money could buy.
Now? How things had changed since then. Gambit looked in the mirror again and laughed harshly. He had lost a lot of weight—and gained some back, pure, solid muscle. His clothes were coarse sackcloth that rubbed against his filthy skin. His hair was tied back as tightly as possible in a pony-tail, and his brown eyes glowed with a fey light, making them seem almost red.
"Gambit!" the shout came again. Gambit shouted back, "Coming!", threw on his shirt, and clattered down the stairs.
"What be the matter, Gambit wonder?" he asked Wolverine calmly.
"This lady here," Wolverine jerked a thumb behind him at a woman standing in the main hallway of their secret base. She was tall, and slim, and willowy. Her brown hair was pulled back from her face, except for two shorter locks, where it was adorned with streaks of white. Her green eyes were menacing and angry. Gambit looked her up and down, sized her up, and decided she'd be a dangerous person to cross.
Mildly, he walked toward her. "Gambit wondering what a lovely lady like yourself is doin' among the likes of us?" he queried, his voice deceptively smooth.
"I came because I want to fight the peasants. Isn't that the reason everybody comes?"
"Gambit doesn't know why everybody come. Gambit only know why Gambit is here."
"And why is that?" she shot back.
"Gambit not know cher well enough to tell her that, yet, now does he?"
"I suppose not," the woman admitted grudgingly. "So, can I join?"
Gambit cocked his head to one side, considering. "Gambit tell you what, cher. He give you two day's trial. If he not satisfied, you go! If he is, you stay, okay?"
"Two day's trial?" she asked skeptically.
"That what Gambit say."
"Oh, hell, what have I got to lose?"
"So you agree?"
"Oui, I agree."
Gambit held out his hand and took hers. He had intended merely to shake it, but for some reason, he brought it to his lips instead. "Welcome to my home, ma cherie."
Kitty LeBeau was more frightened than she had ever been in her life before. Months ago, when the Bastille had been overthrown, she had never even envisioned herself being captured and thrown into a dark, damp prison cell, without her brother, and without hope. She lay, shivering with fear and misery, on a moist straw pallet near one side of the room. There were other men and women in the room, too, most of them aristocrats like herself, but they all seemed to accept their fate with impunity—or at least, they seemed to believe it was beneath their dignity to show their feelings.
Kitty almost wished that Rémy were here with her. At least then she'd have someone to hold on to, to lean on. But whenever such a thought came into her head, she pushed it resolutely away again. If Rémy were here, he would be going to die next week, just like her. And Kitty couldn't bear the thought of his death. He was her big brother, and he was the dearest, kindest brother that anyone could ever hope to have.
Kitty put her head in her arms and started to weep with fright and despair. She was so unhappy and terrified. She was going to die, and she was only just barely fifteen! She was going to die! Her sobs became louder, and her whole body was racked with shuddering. I'm so frightened, she thought desperately. I don't want to die! Please, God, I don't want to die!
A gentle hand was laid on her shoulder. Kitty blinked her tearful eyes and looked up into the face of a girl about Rémy's age. She was a slim girl, her face thin and pointed. Her eyes were hazel, and the hair that cascaded down her back, in what would have been flowing tresses had they not been so dirty, was red. She wore a simple white dress, torn and stained with mud and dirt. Her eyes were red from crying, like Kitty's.
"Hello," she said. Her face contracted as if in pain as she took in Kitty's bedraggled appearance.
"My name is Jean. Jean Grey," she held out her hand, and Kitty took it.
"I'm K-kitty LeBeau," Kitty managed to reply.
"You remind me of my little sister," Jean said, and then a quick, gasping sob burst from her lips, as though of overwhelming sorrow.
"Wh-what's the matter?" Kitty asked, for tears had begun to run down the older girl's cheeks.
"I miss her," Jean said, biting her lip as she wiped the tears away with a thin, almost transparent-looking hand. Kitty smiled bleakly at her. "I miss my brother," she whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Is he…is he alive?" Jean asked. Kitty nodded, the smile turning almost happy. "Oui, and he's the most wonderful person in the world! If anyone can get me out of here, it's him."
"I wish…I wish my sister were alive," Jean murmured, pulling Kitty's head to rest on her shoulder.
"What happened to her?"
"She was scheduled for Madame la Guillotine before me, that's all." Jean's eyes turned hard. "And if I get my hands on any of the b—" she broke off suddenly, glancing down at Kitty. "Um…never mind."
"Mama never let Rémy swear, either…Mama!" the word came out in a sorrowful half-shriek, and Kitty buried her face in Jean's shoulder and began to sob once more.
"Shhh, it's all right, shhh," Jean stroked Kitty's hair and hugged her closer. "I've lost my sister, and you've lost your mother, but I'll…I'll take care of you."
"We're going to die!" Kitty wept.
A spasm of despair past over Jean's troubled countenance. "I know, Kitty," she said quietly. "But perhaps we'll get another chance at life, after this is over. Fifteen is too soon to be letting go." She paused, and then added, so quietly it was almost impossible to hear, "So is nineteen."
Kitty swallowed hard. "I'll try to be brave," she said to Jean.
"Why don't you go to sleep now?" Jean suggested, her voice only trembling very slightly.
"All right."
"I'll tell you what. I used to sing lullabies to my little sister, before…before…just before. I can sing you one now."
"I'd like that," Kitty replied, sleepily. It was late, and the fright, and the tears had worn her out.
"All right. Lie down," Jean instructed. Kitty did as she said.
"Now close your eyes and relax."
She put her hand on Kitty's head, affectionately ruffling the younger girl's hair. "While the moon her watching is keeping/All through the night/While the weary world is sleeping/All through the night/O'er my bosom gently stealing/Visions of delight revealing/Breathes a pure and holy feeling/All through the night."
She heard Kitty's steady breathing and realized the girl had fallen asleep. Jean sighed a little, wishing that things could have been different. She and Kitty might have been great friends if they'd met under different circumstances. Her little sister and Kitty might have been great friends, if they'd met at all. Suddenly, a voice spoke from the corner of the room. "That vas…beautiful." The speaker had a strong German accent.
"Who is it?" Jean called out, not without a tremor in her voice. Although she had told Kitty that they might have a second chance at life, she was still frightened. Frightened very badly indeed.
"It is just me," a young boy of about Kitty's age stepped out of the shadows. He was pale, as they all were, but Jean sensed that it was his natural skin color, rather than a prison pallor. His hair was a dark, ravens'-wing black, so black that it shone almost blue in the dim light filtering in from the high, barred windows in the wall.
"What are you doing here?" Jean asked. "I mean, you are German, aren't you? Not French?"
"That is true. But the French are a very paranoid people in these troubled times. They believe I am a spy from my native land. So I am sentenced to die in vun veek. I am very frightened," he spoke simply, his eyes wide and innocent.
"So are we all," Jean replied.
"Yes. I vas brought up to be a good Christian, but sometimes I vonder vy things like this happen in the vorld."
Jean shook her head, suddenly overwhelmingly weary. "I don't know, my friend. I just don't know."
"My name is Kurt. Kurt Wagner. And you are?" He performed an elaborate bow.
"I'm Jean Grey."
"I am pleased to meet you. Vould you maybe…sing that song again?" he asked timidly, coming forward.
"All right." Jean voice rose into a silver crescendo in the darkness. A young prison guard, peering in through the door, saw her bathed in the silvery moonlight, tears running down her cheeks like pearls. Convulsively, the boy's hands gripped the bars on the door.
"So, Gambit say to you, dat we gotta go save our loved ones from de guillotine!"
Gambit threw his hat into the air with a flourish, finishing a long open-air speech to his many followers. He was standing on a tall, rickety, wooden box he had set up some days ago. His small band of fighters were circled around him, cheering at the top of their lungs. At the very back of the crowd, he could see the new recruit, Rogue, she called herself. She was standing with her arms folded across her chest, one hand on the gun that hung at her side.
She was awfully pretty, Gambit conceded. That long, thick, brown hair, and those burning green eyes…but he wasn't entirely sure she was trustworthy. He would have to keep an eye on her in future. Suddenly, from the rooftops near at hand there was a yell.
"I've found you now, Aristo!" The man speaking had popped his head up from behind a chimney pot, a peasant, but a peasant holding a gun pointed right at Gambit's heart. His finger was already on the trigger.
For Gambit, time seemed to slow down. He looked to the left and right, but realized he was a prime target, with nowhere to take cover. One small corner of his mind took note of the fact and he thought distractedly that if he survived this, he would, without doubt, rectify his error. His band of freedom fighters had not come armed to a such a 'rally', and Gambit's brain simply couldn't come up with a feasible plan. He stood frozen, as the peasant's finger tightened on the trigger.
Bang! The report was a loud, dull sound in the quiet evening air. The shot took the peasant full in the chest, and he spasmed and fell backward with a thud. Gambit winced at the sound and looked around to see what had saved him. The newly recruited woman stood on the edge of the crowd, coolly replacing her gun in its holster.
"Gambit t'ink dat he owe his life to you, cher," Gambit said, a little later, when they were both positioned safely inside the house, on firm ground.
The woman shrugged. "It wasn't anything," she said, shaking her head and smiling.
"Well, dat may be de case, but Gambit still want to know de name of his rescuer."
She hesitated for a moment. "I'm Rogue," she stated flatly.
"And de real name of ma cherie is…"
"Do I have to tell you everthin'?"
"Oh, I t'ink you do, cher, I t'ink you do, if you going to join Gambit's little band of freedom fighters."
"You mean you'll take me?"
"Gambit don't say things dat he don't mean, cher."
She sighed. "D'accord. My name is Marie. And yours is…?"
"My name is Rémy." Suddenly, he dropped all of his pretensions, his accent, his swaggering walk, everything. "I'm glad to have you on the team, Marie."
"Nice to be here, cher," she mocked.
Gambit grinned at her, "Now, don't start getting cheeky on Gambit yet, cher," he smiled, going back to his normal, adopted persona.
Rogue/Marie brought her hand to her head in a mock salute, "Very well, mon capitaine!"
Scott Summers wasn't sure what he ought to do. The first eighteen-and-a-half years of his life had been lived in extreme poverty as a peasant, one of France's unlucky millions. When the Revolution had come, near his nineteenth birthday, he had welcomed it as a day to make the aristocrats pay for what they had done to him and his family. But as day after day wore on, and there was talk of more killings, and more guillotinings, Scott began to feel slightly sick.
It was true that the aristocrats had misused the peasants, but the retribution the peasants were wreaking couldn't possible be described as just or right, could it? Scott wasn't really sure. He just didn't know what to do. And then he saw the girl.
She was around his age, her long auburn hair filthy from days of living in prison. Her white dress was ripped and torn from ill-treatment. And she was scared. He could see that. Whenever he was on duty, and he looked into her prison cell, she was shaking with fear, even as she gave out words of comfort to the boy and girl who seemed to almost be her family. Now, Scott could barely stand it any longer. The girl had left the younger girl and the boy to talk between themselves and she was huddled in a dark corner near the door, where Scott could see her plainly. Her legs were drawn up to her chin, and her whole body was shaking. Her lips moved in the Lord's Prayer.
Scott cleared his throat suddenly, and the girl turned to him. "Oh!" she exclaimed, startled. Then she turned deathly pale, and hope receded from her face. "Have you…have you come to take me away?" she asked. Scott could see she was dreading the answer, so he hastened to reply, "N-no, n-no, um…Mademoiselle, I was just making sure that you were comfortable."
"Q-quite comfortable, thank you, Monsieur," she replied, her voice shaking, but her eyes still contriving to sear him to his very soul.
"I wondered if you might like a-a gift," Scott babbled. Mon Dieu, he thought. This girl is like an angel.
"Seeing as I shall only live for another five d-days, Monsieur, I hardly see the point."
"I—I heard you singing last night, and it was so beautiful, I thought you might like this,"
He dangled a crescent-shaped silver pendant through the bars of the prison. "It-it's to represent the moon, you know."
She smiled at him for the first time, gently. "Yes, I know."
"It was…my mother's."
Scott put his hand to his mouth in shock. "Please,…um…Jean, you must forgive me! I didn't know!"
"No," she shook her head sadly. "I didn't think you did."
"A-a friend gave it to me. He said he…found it—uh…somewhere."
"On a body, right?"
Her huge eyes looked sadly up at him. "I already knew."
"I-I'm so sorry."
"Why be sorry? I'm just another aristocrat, just another life to be thrown away in a few days. You shouldn't get emotionally involved with condemned prisoners, Monsieur."
The bitterness in her voice was almost tangible as she spoke.
"I-but I…"
She turned away before Scott could finish saying, "But I want to."
"You're not at all angry at these peasants?" Kitty asked Kurt curiously.
"I am not angry. To be angry vould be to be unchristian. I feel pity for them, for they vill be the vuns to come out the vorst in the long run."
"Do you really believe that? And do you believe-do you believe that dying isn't…isn't the end?" Kitty asked, her voice breaking piteously.
"That is vhat I believe, yes."
"Oh, Kurt, I'm so frightened."
She curled against him for comfort and warmth and Kurt felt a strange sensation, a feeling of protectiveness, of belonging, and of something else, something he couldn't quite identify. He put his arm around Kitty.
"Just because I believe in something doesn't mean I'm not frightened," he said to her. "I am very frightened. Very frightened indeed. But I promise, Kitty, I-I…" his eyes stared into hers, piercing her to her very soul, "I vill protect you."
Kitty's shaking slowly eased and ceased. She put her arms around Kurt's neck and looked up solemnly into his face, "And I won't ever leave you, Kurt. That's a promise."
Gambit rubbed his hands together, a nervous gesture, as he dressed and put his pistol and sword at his side. Today, he and Rogue were going to find out when Kitty's execution was scheduled for. Rogue was going to slip into the peasants' records in the Bastille and look through the records, while he, Gambit, caused a very dangerous diversion.
"Ready, ma cherie?" he called to Rogue up the stairs.
"I'm ready!" she called, and then clattered down the stairs. Her green eyes were lit with a fiercely burning flame, and her face was white with nervous excitement.
"D'accord. Follow Gambit, cher."
The Bastille was an imposing stone fortress, set upon a high cliff. Gambit thought how impressive it looked from where he and Rogue were standing—how impressive, and how intimidating. He took a deep breath.
"Okay, cher, the plan starts now. You know what to do."
Rogue nodded, her chin set with determination, her eyes flashing fire. Gambit gave her a quick pat on the back and turned to make his slow, tortuous way up the path leading to the prison.
"Who are you?" a guard demanded. Gambit's eyes sparkled dangerously. The exciting part was beginning. He doffed his plumed hat, sweeping into a low bow. "The name is Gambit. Pleased to meet you, mon ami!"
"Gambit!" the guard cried, bringing his pistol up, but he had no time to use it. Gambit brought his sword up and sliced the gun from the guard's hand. With an infuriated roar, the peasant pulled his own sword from his belt, shouting for reinforcements as he did so. The prison erupted into chaos as guards poured from the exits toward Gambit, all brandishing their swords. Behind them, a thin, lithe figure slipped quietly through the shadows. Gambit grinned. Rogue was holding up her end of the plan. Now, if he could only keep them occupied.
"Looks like Gambit is outnumbered, mes amis! Gambit t'ink dat maybe it time to leave!"
He began to back away, his sword held up to the light, where it shone and scintillated menacingly. The peasants rushed forward with an angry shout. Steel clashed on steel with a ringing sound. One advantage Gambit had over these peasants was that, as an aristocrat, he had been trained extensively in the use of the sword. On the other hand, some of the peasants had guns that they were reaching for. Gambit swore, hoping that Rogue would have enough time to find Kitty's name in among the files and files of condemned people's names.
Gambit saw a gleam of light out of the corner of his eye and glanced over to it, parrying a blow and retaliating with a swipe to the unlucky man's temple as he did so. The peasant dropped to the floor without a sound. Gambit caught a glimpse of an open window and leaped backwards, hoping desperately he had not misjudged the distance. His boots came down solidly on stone, and he silently breathed a prayer of thanks. He saw one of the surprised peasants raising a gun, and he threw himself backward off the window-ledge, twisting in midair as he did so, until he was in a swan dive. He could see black water rushing toward him. Vaguely, he heard the sound of a report, and of the whistling of the wind, but it was all very quiet and far away. There was almost no splash as his body slipped into the water like a falling missile.
The water was cold, almost icy. Gambit saw the sandy bottom of the moat, the waving green weeds in the water as he kicked off the bottom. He shot out of the water, stumbled slightly, turned, and ran away, hoping that Rogue would be all right.
"Well, Marie?"
"I've done as you said, sir," Marie Montaigne's eyes were downcast, and dulled as she replied to her senior officer.
"You've infiltrated this group of rebellious aristocrats, this little band lead by the infamous 'Gambit'?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you have gained his trust?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well done, agent Montaigne. Now, let's see. He sent you to find out the date of his Katherine Lebeau's execution, is that right, Mademoiselle?"
"Oui, sir."
"All right. Her execution is scheduled for the fifth of the month. You may tell that to this 'Gambit'. Try and find out his real name if you can, and, at all costs, find out and report to us his plan to free this Katherine."
Montaigne bit her lip before replying in a clear voice, "Oui, Monsieur."
Gambit paced up and down in the hallway, his brow furrowed in anxiety.
"Hey, Rémy, you should get yourself some rest," a gravelly voice said. Wolverine, one of the few of Gambit's band to know his real name, placed a compassionate hand on the man's shoulder.
"Gambit is worried," Gambit replied.
" 'Bout Rogue, I suppose?"
"Oui. If anything has happened to la femme, den it's Gambit's fault."
"It's not your fault. She volunteered for this mission, remember?"
"Gambit remember. He should never have let her come."
"You have a soft spot for her, don't you?"
Rémy made a noncommittal gesture. "Gambit is liking dis woman, yes."
"I thought so, mate. I don't know what to tell you. If she comes back, well and good. If she doesn't…"
"If she doesn't, Gambit will go back for her."
"If you say so, mate."
There was a loud rapping on the door. Both Wolverine and Rémy turned, but it was the latter who hurried to the door and opened it.
"Marie!" he cried in glad relief. Wolverine grinned and quietly backed out of the room as Gambit flung his arms around the startled woman and drew her to him for a kiss.
"Oh!" Rogue cried in surprise and pleasure.
Gambit blushed, blood rushing to his face. "Gambit apologizes, ma cherie," he said, embarrassed.
"Oh, n-no, that's okay, I mean…" Rogue babbled.
"Did Marie like dat?"
"Uh…well…yes and no…I mean…"
Gambit gently placed a finger on her lips and then bent down and kissed her again. Rogue gave a slight half-sigh of ecstasy.
"Gambit will escort de cher to her quarters, hey, Marie?"
He crooked his arm and held it out to her for her to lean on. Marie Montaigne took it with a sigh that was half-happiness, half-guilt.
"Kurt…it's tomorrow." Kitty's eyes were wide with barely contained fear as her trembling lips told Kurt all he needed to know.
"You and me?"
"I…I just know it's me tomorrow."
"Then I vill go too, vhether or not it is mine turn."
Kitty looked up at him and smiled, "Oh, Kurt…thank you. That means a lot to me."
"No vun should have to die alone."
"No one should have to die at all, Kurt."
"That is true, but the peasants have been dying for years from starvation, Kitty."
"Yes, but does that make it right for them to kill us?"
Kurt looked at her solemnly, his big eyes wide. "I don't think so, Kitty. I don't know, but I don't think so. At any rate, I promise that I vill never leave you, Kitty."
Kitty laughed a little, imitating an earlier conversation, "And I'll protect you, Kurt."
Kurt smiled in recognition, "Yes, you vill, meine Freundin."
Kitty's eyes dropped a little. "Is that all I am?"
"Is vhat all you are?"
"A friend?"
"I don't know. Vhat vould you like to be?"
Kitty nestled against Kurt, her eyes looking up at him adoringly. "I love you, Kurt."
Kurt stared at her, his eyes full of pain, "Oh, Kitty."
"Yes, I know. We're going to die tomorrow. It's just—just not fair, is it?"
"No, no, it's not fair," Kurt agreed. He bent forward…
…when Jean returned, she found Kitty and Kurt locked in each others' arms. She smiled and quietly tiptoed away.
The young guard—was his name Scott?—was waiting for her when she reached the door.
"Oh, hello," Jean said dully.
"Hello," he said. Then, he blushed, "I-uh-I brought something for you."
He dropped a white rose into her lap. "Oh!" Jean exclaimed, startled, and for the first time her heart warmed toward the boy. "It's—it's beautiful, Scott. Will you do something for me?"
He was leaning on the bars, drinking in her every word, "Oui, if you want me to."
"Take the rose away."
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"I-I do. I just don't want it to die. If you could put it in some water for me…?"
"Of course, Jean."
She smiled up at Scott, making his heart throb with pity and his conscience start pricking him again. "Thanks, um, Scott."
"You're welcome."
"Cher, wake up," Gambit shook Rogue's shoulder. She blinked her eyes sleepily and rolled over to look up at him.
"Hmmm? What do you want?" she asked, tired.
Gambit was already fully dressed. "Cher, you gotta get up. Dis is de day. We have to go free Gambit's little sister."
Rogue sat bolt up right. "Your sister!"
"Oui, cher. Didn't Gambit tell you dat?"
Rogue shook her head. "Katherine LeBeau is your sister!"
"Oui, ma cherie. You weren't getting jealous, were you?"
His name. His first name is Rémy and his sister is Katherine LeBeau—his name is Rémy LeBeau! I have to tell the Chief! Yet even as Rogue's elation with having discovered Gambit's true name grew, her guilt grew tenfold as well. She had somehow assumed that Gambit was trying to rescue his girlfriend, or something, and hadn't taken his advances all that seriously. Now, though…
He bent down to kiss her on the lips, gently, but to Rogue it felt as though he were pressing a hundred hot irons to her heart. Her stomach churned, and she almost broke out into a cold sweat. Gambit took her hand and twirled her merrily out of bed.
"We have to go to breakfast, ma cherie," he said.
"Oh…I…uh…I have to go get something from…my old home, first," Rogue lied immediately.
"Okay. You know dat wherever you go is okay with Gambit."
Rogue turned away quickly before he could see the blush of shame on her cheeks.
The prison door clanged open with a loud, ringing sound, to admit three guards. One was an older man, with white hair and a stern, angry countenance. One was a middle-aged man, who looked approximately the same as the first. The third, however, was young, and his step was quick, and his eyes were hidden with shame. The first man produced a declaration from his pocket and read, loud enough to wake any still-sleeping prisoners, "Today is your day to go to Madame la Guillotine. I read your names and that is the order in which you will go! Understood?"
The prisoners were too petrified to nod, but the man took their stunned silence as acquiescence. "Number one: Katherine LeBeau!"
Kitty gave a slight gasp and clutched Kurt. He hugged her close to him.
"Number two: Kurt Wagner!"
Kitty looked up at Kurt, her eyes full of pain, fear, and love. "I think this is it, Kurt," she said quietly.
"Don't say that, Kitty. Maybe ve can escape."
Kitty shook her head miserably. "I doubt it—unless Rémy comes."
"Number three: Jean Grey!"
Jean flinched as her name was called, and Kitty reached over and squeezed her hand. The third guard's face went slightly green, and he looked as though he wanted to be sick. The man with the piece of paper droned on and on, but Kitty, Kurt, Jean, and probably Scott, didn't hear a word of it. Kitty hugged Kurt tightly and didn't let go. Kurt rested his chin on Kitty's dark head and stared with wide, innocent eyes at the guards, hoping to inflame some modicum of guilt. Neither of the older two noticed him, and the younger one just gave a strangled, choking sound and turned away. Jean looked at Kurt and smiled, then turned her gaze fully on the young guard, whose shoulders were shaking.
The other two guards marched into the room and dragged the prisoners upright, prodding them with bayonets, until they lined up in the order in which they'd been called.
Kitty squeezed Kurt's hand until she had almost cut off the circulation, but when Kurt looked down at her, her dark brown eyes were slightly dazed, as though she'd received a blow on the head. He bent over and kissed the top of her head. Kitty smiled at him, but her eyes remained large and unfocused.
I'm leading him to his death. How can I do this? Rogue thought, wracked with the pain of guilt. Gambit was holding her hand as the two marched at the front of the procession toward the guillotine in the square.
I have to. It's my duty.
"Cher, Gambit have something to say. If today don't work out, den Gambit just want cher to know dat he love her very much."
I can't. I love him! Oh, Mere de Dieu, what do I do?
Even from this distance, she saw her chief, saw him looking at her.
Even if I told Rémy to run now, it would probably be too late.
"We going to free Gambit's baby sister, and den we going to go live in England, where dey don't kill everybody just because someone was cruel. At least dey wouldn't stoop to kill a child!"
A child? How old? Oh, Mere de Dieu. Oh, mon Dieu.
"She's barely fifteen, you know, Rogue. And they're going to kill her!" In his excitement, Gambit dropped his normal, nonchalant accent, and Rogue saw just how much the child meant to him. She turned to Gambit just as they entered the square, whispered urgently to him, "Rémy, no, they know you're here! They know—"
A bayonet poked Gambit in the back, and he turned, startled.
"What is de meaning of this?" he demanded, but in a genial tone of voice.
Rogue moaned slightly as she recognized the chief. "Good day, Monsieur Gambit—or should I say Rémy LeBeau, who will soon be joining his sister on the scaffold? We're so pleased that you could come."
Gambit stepped hurriedly in front of Rogue. "Don't hurt her," he said.
The chief began to laugh. "Why should I hurt her, Monsieur? When she is one of my own agents?"
Gambit turned to Rogue, thunderstruck. Miserably, she nodded and stepped forward, half-expecting to feel his hands at her throat. After all, she'd make one hell of a good hostage. But she felt nothing, and when she turned to look at Gambit, his arms were hanging loosely by his side, his mouth was open, and his brown eyes were duller and more open than she had ever seen them. Then he pulled himself together. "You sure led Gambit on a merry dance, didn't you, cher?" he said bitterly.
"No, Gambit, I…"
"You don't need to deny it. Gambit and Kitty will both be dead pretty soon." She saw the pain in his eyes as he spoke of Kitty's death and her heart ached for the girl.
"Goodbye, cher."
Kitty clung to Kurt's hand as they were driven through the streets on a rickety wooden hay cart—a tumbril.
"Oh, Kurt, we will see each other again, won't we?"
"Y-yes, Kitty, of course ve vill."
"You're sure?"
"Nobody can ever be sure, liebchen."
"What does that mean?"
"Vell, literally it means 'little love'. It is the equivalent of your 'cher'."
Kitty smiled. "Oh."
Jean sat by herself near the front of the tumbril, her arms around her knees. She was shivering slightly, as though she were quite cold. Scott saw her and longed to put his arm around her, offer words of comfort, go with her to her death, but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't help at all, could he? Or maybe he could…
The tumbril ground to a halt just in front of the guillotine. Two strong guards grabbed Kitty and hoisted her out of the cart. She glanced to the left and right, and, to her shock, saw Rémy standing there, in chains.
"Rémy!" Kitty screamed and tried to run toward him, but was held back by the two guards. Kitty began to fight, kicking, hitting, and biting, but she was no match for the burly men. They dragged her toward the scaffold, her hair in disarray, her frightened eyes looking from Rémy to Kurt, tears running down her cheeks.
Rémy stared up at the huge, looming scaffold, crusted in dried blood. No dream this time. His stomach heaved at the sight of the gleaming, silver blade of the guillotine. Kitty was dragged up the steps toward the deadly metal. Her brown hair was whisked about by the wind, and her hands flew about as she beat at her captors, trying to make them let her go, fighting for Rémy's life, for her life, probably for the life of the boy in the cart whose face watched her progress with a stricken expression, the life of everyone there, even though she knew it was hopeless.
The men dragging her—coarse, peasant men with leering, red faces and goblin-like expressions—threw her roughly to the ground. One of them forced her head down into the wooden groove cut for her neck. Rémy fought to do something, anything, but the chains bound to the spot. He pulled against them, but he couldn't break them, he couldn't even twist his head away. He was forced to watch helplessly as the men pulled the cord to release the blade, as the blade whistled down the rope, as Kitty screamed, as…
…a boy leaped forward, knocking the guards out of the way and whisking Kitty back just as the knife fell. It was Scott. His eyes were big and round, and he held his bayonet pointed at the guards, while his back was to the guillotine. The guards began to close in on him. A lithe figure ran suddenly up behind them and knocked one of them over, grabbing his bayonet. Jean knelt down and sawed through the ropes binding her hands together. Kurt was close behind.
Gambit closed his eyes as the brave little band converged at the top of the scaffold. Anyone could see they were hopelessly outnumbered. He couldn't bare to watch his baby sister and her three friends be slaughtered mercilessly by the guards. Suddenly, there was a voice in his ear, "Want to join the fight, Rémy?"
Gambit's head whipped round, to see Rogue slash through the chains that bound him and his comrades. With a glad shout, Gambit wrenched a bayonet from the hands of one of the guards and felled a man who had been about to slice Kitty in half. The rest of Gambit's merry band was not far behind.
The tide of battle had been turned. Gambit and his followers were holding their own, and they had freed today's cartload of aristocrats, who were pitching in with a will to fend off the blood-thirsty peasants. Gambit was backing them up towards one of the tumbrils. He vaulted quickly in, followed by most of his band and their new recruits. Kitty, her eyes shining with devotion, leaped into the front and cracked her whip over the horses to make them go. And then Gambit saw something that made his blood run cold.
He hadn't given a thought to where Rogue had gone after she'd freed them; he'd vaguely assumed she was fighting with them somewhere. Now, he realized that that wasn't true. Rogue was being dragged forward by the peasants, who were shouting, "Traitor!" at her in varying degrees of rudeness. She was being dragged to the guillotine.
Gambit felt his heart leap into his mouth. "Kitty!" he yelled.
"Oui?" his sister shouted back.
"Give me a horse!"
"A horse! Give me a horse!"
"Um…oui…" Kitty reached out with her free hand and slashed at the reins holding one of the horses to the cart, giving it a slap on the rump to get it to go the other direction. Gambit leaped onto the bare back of the horse, catching a fistful of mane, galloping back toward the guillotine.
The peasants scattered before him, frightened of being trampled by the horse in its haste. Gambit saw the scaffold looming up, saw Rogue's frightened figure as she was thrust toward the guillotine; suddenly, he was there—Rogue's arm was in his hand—and he swung her up and onto his tall mount. Rogue gave a cry of surprise and pain and landed on the horse. Gambit turned the horse around and began to ride in the other direction. There was a loud report, and Gambit cursed as the first bullet found its mark.
The cart was just ahead, but the pain in his arm was overwhelming. He saw Kitty's frightened face gazing backward at him., flung himself and Rogue forward, hit with a shocking, jolting pain in his arm, and then, mercifully, he blacked out.
Gambit blinked his eyes. There was a buzzing in his ears, which cleared slowly, until he could hear a voice saying, "Is he waking up? Is he really truly waking up?" and another voice, slightly deeper, replying, "He certainly seems to be, Liebchen."
The first voice made an irritated sound and suddenly Gambit was aware of a face just above his. He blinked his eyes again to clear them.
"Kitty?" he said weakly. The girl threw her arms around his neck and clung to him, sobbing, "Oh, Rémy, Rémy, I thought I was going to die! I thought I'd never see you again!"
"Dere, dere, mon petit chou, it's all right. See? Gambit—Rémy is going to be…" he winced as he leaned on his right arm, which he realized, was probably broken, "…all right, in a little while."
Kitty managed to pull herself off her older brother, rubbing at swollen, red eyes. She smiled a little, like a sunbeam breaking through after the worst of a rainstorm is past.
"Um…Rémy, I'd like you to meet Kurt Wagner," she said shyly. The boy behind her was her age, or perhaps slightly older. He had chin-length blue-black hair, and fascinating dark eyes. He smiled nervously at Gambit.
"Erm…pleased to meet you?" he said in a heavy German accent.
"My pleasure," Gambit extended his left hand, looking down at his bandaged right shoulder and shaking his head. "Dat blasted peasant, he shot Gambit in de arm he uses to write with. Should have told him to aim for Gambit's left arm."
Kitty giggled a little. Then she looked at Kurt and blushed and said, "Um…Rémy, Kurt and I may possibly, that is, when we're a little older…um…er…"
Gambit looked from one to the other of the young couple. "What can Gambit say? You have my full permission, little sister."
"Ooh, thanks, Gambit!" Kitty squealed, giving him a peck on the cheek and jumping into Kurt's arms. Their lips connected, and the boy swung Kitty around in a full circle before setting her gently down on the ground. Gambit smiled at them, and also at the girl with the long red hair and the young guard who were standing just inside the door, looking embarrassed.
"Gambit doesn't believe he's had the pleasure of meeting these two?"
The girl smiled, a sad smile, Gambit thought, full of pain, but he could see the beginnings of happiness to. "I'm very pleased to meet you. My name is Jean Grey."
"Um…" the guard stuttered. "I-I'm Scott Summers."
"Really," Jean turned to him with a glint in her eye. "You never told me that."
"I…uh…I didn't?"
"Non, Monsieur."
"Um…I guess…"
"We will simply have to get reacquainted," Jean smiled coquettishly at Scott.
"Uh…yes…I suppose…"
"Breakfast is READY!" bellowed Logan's strident voice from the bottom of the stairs. Jean swirled out of the room, just ahead of Scott, who followed her with his mouth open. Kitty and Kurt went out more sedately, hands clasped tightly together, Kitty turning to smile at Gambit before going down to breakfast.
There was only one solitary person left standing in the room, cloaked in shadow.
"Marie, cher, is dat you?" Gambit asked.
"Oui, Rémy, it's me." Her voice was despairing and full of such pain that Gambit's heart ached for her.
"Well, come into de light, so Gambit can see his cherie."
She stepped forward, head bowed.
Gambit put his good hand under her chin and brought her face up to his. "What's de matter, cher?"
She turned her face away again. "Goodbye, Rémy."
"Why goodbye?"
She stared at him askance, as though it were obvious, "Because I'm leaving."
"Now why should you do dat? You want to leave?"
Rogue turned her face to the side, trying to blink back the tears that threatened to overflow. "No, Rémy, I don't."
"Why are you leaving, den?"
"Because you must hate me, after what I've done!"
"What have you done, cher?" Gambit asked gently.
"I betrayed you! I…I…"
"You made a mistake, cher. You were on the wrong side to begin with. But den you found l'amour, and, even though you were a little late, you came through for us."
"J'aime tu, cher."
"Rémy…really? Vraiment? Still?"
"Marie…really. Vraiment. Still."
He pulled her down toward him, and their lips touched gently.
"I guess we goin' to breakfast, now, den, cher?"
"I guess we are, Rémy."
"And maybe to de church after breakfast?"
"Maybe," Marie murmured happily.


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Green Bay Packers: We reviewed the Packers' situation earlier Friday, available through this link. In short, they won't have receiver Greg Jennings (groin) Sunday night against the Houston Texans and they might not have nose tackle B.J. Raji (ankle), either. Tight ends Jermichael Finley (shoulder) and D.J. Williams (hamstring) are both questionable for the game and might be game-time decisions.
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- Minimum stay:3 nights
- Sleeps:10
- Bedrooms:5
- Bathrooms:5
- Property type:Barn
- Internet:Yes
- Pets considered:No
- Wheel chair accessible:N/A
About the Property
5 Bedrooms, 5.5 Baths, Indoor Basketball, 20 Acres With A Creek (Sleeps 10+)
Carl Gilbert Johnson and his father, Edward Johnson, built this barn in 1915 on the family's homestead. Until 1992, the barn was used in the family dairy business. On site you can still see the creamery with its foot- thick cement walls, a log cabin and numerous farm implements.
When we arrived in 1999 the barn was sagging a bit and leaning slightly, yet had a great feel about it. We put it up on a foundation and eventually decided to convert it into a 5-bedroom house with a wonderful hay loft. It took a long time to renovate, but now it is a place that many can enjoy.
Each bedroom has its own toilet/sink/shower and all bathrooms are ADA compliant. Each shower has grab bars and a granite seat. The large master shower has two shower heads!
The hay loft has an oak floor with two layers of soundproofing so that a basketball dribbled upstairs is hardly noticed downstairs.
The barn renovation includes a combination of original barn wood, warehouse wood, and just-milled, rough-sawn lumber.The baseboard throughout the barn is made of wood salvaged from the corrals that were on site. The bed frames and headboards are made with wood that was growing in the early 1800's.
From the antique decor to the handmade wood beds and the complete kitchen to the WiFi system, the barn is a pleasant combination of old and new. Throughout the barn you will notice the Hilton mattresses, pillows and sheets, the thick cotton towels, and a feeling of home. We have traveled a considerable amount in our lives. Now we want our guests to enjoy the little amenities that make a trip a pleasure and a place feel like home.
The barn is surrounded by 20 acres of pasture and trees that outline Hyalite Creek. From various spots on the property, you can see the seven mountain ranges that define the Gallatin Valley. Around the barn you will find a quarter-mile path that can be used for hiking, jogging, cross-country skiing or star watching.
Through the years we've had many craftsmen help us on this project. Almost to the last man they have said that there was something special about the barn and they enjoyed working on it. We believe that you too will feel the special something this barn offers.
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Property Type
- Barn
- 5560 sq. ft.
House Rules
- Max. occupancy 10
- Events Allowed
Accommodation Type
- Vacation Rental
- Guests Provide Their Own Meals
- Long-Term Renters Welcome
Bedrooms: 5 Bedrooms, Sleeps 10, Beds for 10
- Bedroom 1: 1 king
- Bedroom 2: 1 king
- Bedroom 3: 1 king
- Bedroom 4: 1 queen
- Bedroom 5: 1 queen
- Five Bedrooms - 3 have king sized beds - 2 have queen sized beds mattresses are Hilton Hotel mattresses each bedroom has a shower/toilet/sink. each bedroom has a sitting area....moreless
Bathrooms: 5 Bathrooms
- Bathroom 1: toilet, shower
- Bathroom 2: toilet, shower
- Bathroom 3: toilet, shower
- Bathroom 4: toilet, shower
- Bathroom 5: toilet, shower
- Each bathroom has a toilet, a sink and a shower. The shower has one control for water temperature and one for volume. Each shower has a seat and a grab bar....moreless
- DVD Player
Indoor Basketball (half court) Ping pong table Slate pool table Numerous board games Horseshoes Badminton Wiffle Ball Ladder Ball Bocce Ball Hiking/jogging/skiing trail ...moreless
- Away From It All
- Family
- Historic
- Sports & Activities
- Autumn Foliage
- Churches
- Cinemas
- Coin Laundry
- Festivals
- Forests
- Library
- Live Theater
- Museums
- Playground
- Pond
- Recreation Center
- Restaurants
- Waterfalls
Local Services & Businesses
- ATM/Bank
- Babysitter
- Fitness Center
- Groceries
- Hospital
- Laundromat
- Massage Therapist
- Medical Services
Leisure Activities
- Antiquing
- Bird Watching
- Eco Tourism
- Gambling Casinos
- Horseback Riding
- Horseshoes
- Photography
- Scenic Drives
- Sight Seeing
- Sledding
- Walking
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Sports & Adventure Activities
- Basketball Court
- Cycling
- Equestrian Events
- Fishing
- Fly Fishing
- Freshwater Fishing
- Golf
- Golf Privileges Optional
- Hiking
- Hunting
- Ice Skating
- Mountain Biking
- Mountain Climbing
- Mountaineering
- Rafting
- Roller Blading
- Sailing
- Scuba Diving Or Snorkeling
- Ski Lift Privileges
- Ski Privileges Optional
- Skiing
- Snorkeling
- Spelunking
- Swimming
- Tennis
- Water Tubing
- Whitewater Rafting
- Wind-Surfing
- Dining Area
- Seating for 20 people
- Clothes Dryer
Fitness Room / Equipment:
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- Heating:
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- Iron & Board
- Linens Provided
- Ice Maker
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- Microwave
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Paper towels, zip lock bags, foil, cling wrap and salt and pepper...moreless
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5 burner gas stove with a standard and convection oven and a warming drawer....moreless
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The second floor features an 8 feet by 12 foot deck with a peeled log railing. There is a 8 foot by 22 foot deck outside the master bedroom. ...moreless
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Additional information about rental rates
- Refundable Damage Deposit $500
- Cleaning Fee $300
- Tax Rate 7%
Weddings and special events may be held at this venue with the purchase of lodging (3 nights minimum).
Up to 40 people $400
41 - 80 people $800
81 - 120 people $1200
Wedding- Reception:
Up to 40 people $800
41 - 80 people $1600
81 - 120 people $2400
General notes:
- Maximum of 120 people per event.
- Tables and chairs are included for all events.
- For parties of more than 40 people, porta-potty rental is required. We will arrange for the rental. The cost is $90 per unit.
- Quiet hours begin at 11:00 pm.
- There are indoor as well as outdoor spaces in which to host your event. We will provide the venue and you come up with the vision.
- Please contact us at firstname.lastname@example.com or 406-585-0244 with questions or to schedule a visit.
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The 1915 Barn is located in the Gallatin Valley (surrounded by six mountain ranges) just south of Bozeman, MT. Bozeman is home to Montana State University, the Museum of the Rockies and Taylor Planetarium. It is also within an hour of world-class ski areas including Bridger Bowl, Bohart Ranch, Big Sky Resort and Moon Light Basin. During the winter at The 1915 Barn, we also have over 2 miles of groomed cross country trail in our meadows. At sites nearby, you may also snowshoe, ice climb, snowmobile, ice fish, sleigh ride and sled. In the summer months, activities including rafting, kayaking, paddle boarding, spelunking, rock climbing, hiking, mountain biking, bird watching, fly fishing, lake fishing, are a 20 to 60-minute drive away. Bozeman also boasts four museums, a ballet company, an opera company, the local symphony, numerous concerts, theaters, and plays, breweries, antique shopping, and numerous local restaurants for your dining pleasure.
Within day-tripping distance, you can retrace the footsteps of Lewis and Clark, explore the Lewis and Clark Caverns, or visit Virginia City, an old mining town which is itself a living museum.
So whether you're up for an outdoor adventure, an historic tour, or a local cultural presentation when vacationing, the Gallatin Valley has much to offer.
Additional information can be found on our website.
Owner info
Year Purchased: 1999
About the owner: Dean is a Wisconsin transplant and Kristi is a native Montanan. We met teaching school on the Blackfeet Reservation near Glacier Park near the Canadian border. We have lived in Bozeman long enough to see our children grow up through Anderson Elementary and Bozeman High Schools. Kristi likes yoga, antiques and lunch with her friends. Dean likes Model A Fords, history and cross-country skiing.
Why the Owner Chose Bozeman, MT, USA:
When we were looking for a house with acreage, we found this property: a great outdoor space, but still relatively close to town. Instead of having a view with city lights, we found a place with a view of starlight. This is a place where you can see fox and deer and eagles; you can cross country ski or take a walk, picnic in a meadow surrounded by mountain ranges, or fish in Hyalite Creek. There are many fine places to sit and chat or take out a drawing pad and record what you see. There are many ways to enjoy the 1915 Barn and its surroundings. You will find your own.
The Unique Benefits at this Barn:
When you walk into the barn you will enjoy the original 11-foot ceilings made of darkened antique wood. The warm colors used on the walls accent the antique furniture and handmade vintage barn-wood bed frames. The carefully chosen drawings, photos, and maps are decorative and informative. An end of the 14 foot by 60 foot living/TV/game room is a garage door that is a giant 'window' to the world. The kitchen has 20 stoneware place settings and a table space for each. A modern kitchen and laundry will allow you to do things you do at home. The entire barn has a sound system, an intercom and WiFi. We subscribe to DirecTV with over a hundred channels. Each bedroom has a personal sound system- just plug in your mp3, iPod, or computer. Each bedroom also has a shower/toilet/sink and a sitting area. The beds have Hilton brand mattresses and headboards that are handmade from antique barn wood. The hay loft has great acoustics and a sound system. There also is a basketball rim and a hardwood floor in the hay loft. The rounded exposed rafters let you feel the shape of the roof. From the attached deck you can see the 10,000 ft. Spanish Peaks, the Tobacco Root Mountains, Gooch Hill and the Horseshoe HIlls. In the yard and surrounding pasture you will find part of the barn's log wall, horseshoe pits, part of the old corral, a log house, a creamery, old farm implements and a tractor. At the corner of the property is Hyalite Creek. It is a great place to collect your thoughts, catch a fish or just sit and listen to nature. Come find your special place at the 1915 Barn. Visit us at our website below.
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Barn from the Southeast
Horse Riders on Johnson Road
Dining room looking toward the living room and master bedroom doors.
Part of living room and doorway to master suite.
Master bedroom with antique furniture and a bedframe made from old barn wood.
Master shower has two shower heads, a seat and a grab rail.
South guest bedroom called the River Room.
Hay loft facing west.
Ready for the caterers and guests!
Preparing for a wedding
East side of the barn in winter.
About 100 yards of Hyalite Creek crosses the corner of our property.
Barn from the Northwest
Fully equipped kitchen.
Living room is 16' by 62'.
Living room with the garage door open during the winter.
Master bathroom sinks. You can see the shower in the mirror's reflection.
North guest bedroom called the Western Room.
Valley slate pool table with the game table in the background.
Listen to music and play ping pong or basketball in the hay loft!
In 30 minutes the bride and groom will walk down this aisle.
Wedding reception meal next to the old log wall.
North side of the barn
The old log cabin
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Various technology reported Facebook's hiring of George Hotz, who is popular for his hacking of the Sony PlayStation 3 console and Apple iPhone jailbreak. Later Facebook confirmed the news and said that George Hotz was working with them.
Bloggers added that Sony hired George Hotz to create an official Facebook app for the iPad. Earlier, we reported Facebook is planning to launch an exclusive iPad app. With Hotz in kit, Facebook can protect its products from future cyber attacks.
George Hotz rised to stardom with his Sony PlayStation 3 hack. In Jan, 2010, he announced that he had successfully hacked the PlayStation 3 OS by enabling himself read and write access to the machine's system memory and having hypervisor level access to the machine's processor.
Later, Sony sued Hotz that led to fierce legal battle between the technology giant and the4 hacker. But in Apr 2011, it was revealed that Sony and Hotz had settled the lawsuit out of court, on the condition that Hotz would never again resume any hacking work on Sony products.
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White & Case closes in Milan, pulls out of Italy" />White & Case will close its Milan office at the end of November, pulling out of Italy altogether.
Sean Geary, managing partner for Italy, will relocate to New York once the 15-lawyer Milan office shuts its doors for good next month. The move comes three years after the firm closed its Rome office in 2005. In the same year, Geary was flown in to Italy from New York to manage the practice.
The firm said in a statement: "White & Case has periodically reviewed its position in the Italian market since opening there. It was concluded in the most recent of these reviews that the level of investment required to reach the position in Italy that the firm requires of its operations in any market was beyond that which is in the best interests of the firm as a whole."
The closure marks the end of White & Case's turbulent seven-year spell in Italy. The firm entered the market in 2001 via a merger with local firm Varrenti & Associati.
Name partner Alessandro Varrenti split from the firm in 2004, taking two local partners with him. Later that year White & Case tied up with private equity firm Morano e Asssociati, led by Alberto Morano, who is now a partner at SJ Berwin.


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Loved the hotel and everything about are stay. Very nice and clean. The breakfast was amazing. The best part was the lady at the front desk hands down she was exceptional. You will never beat the price or find I cheaper room that is this nice Not one thing!
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Nothing it was very dirty building old and not maintained well. Did not like anything, it had a bad odor in our room, just a terrible place would not recommend to anyone. Very uncomfortable stay, never again.
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Clean, spacious, recently remodeled room with modern decor and appliances! Close to interstate. Quiet. I noticed all the reviews are old, so I decided to give this place a chance. Despite a couple minor things, I recommend staying here! The lobby hasn't been updated. No ambience, limited furnishings, smelled old. And their obnoxious signage about their payment policies and 'no public restroom' don't feel very welcoming. Housekeeping chased me out of my room 10 minutes before checkout.
The room was clean
Nothing! Absolute nightmare They gave me a fold out bed. There was an inch of dust behind the bed. The cable was not working. It was one of those experience s I will never forget in Salem, IL.
Newly renovated room Thin walls - noise and you can feel the vibration of footsteps from the floor above.
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Perfect location We wanted a non-smoking room. They were not informed of that. We did get the last one they had.
Convenient and clean. no, just not the caliber we are used to.
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Easy to find location. Extended basic and wi-fi. Clean. They put me in a room that looked like it was attached to the back of the motel. It was not within the 'hallway' rooms. Being a single woman, I did not feel as secure as I would have liked to.
The location was just fine, it's right off the expresssway, and food services were nearby.. Tthere was a problem with the toilet which I brought to their atrtention.
It was filthy- I got a smoking room that had the foulest odor I have ever smelled - asked for another room and was told they didn't have anything but smoking rooms available. Which if I hadn't already paid via Priceline - I would have demanded a refund.
bathroom faucet handle fell off in my hand when trying to adjust shower, water so hot couldn't get in it
Clean, convenient, close to restaurants. Noisy HVAC unit, pillows too soft, small breakfast area with big queue for waffle maker.
The lady at the desk when we checked in was very nice. The room was almost ----a Super 8! It was a 2.5 star. We thought for that price it would be a very nice room,because we have paid less for Hamptons, Hyatt's, Mariotts and more. Not the case. It was pretty bad. Breakfast was not good. A --- room!!
The hotel was located about 15 minutes from my destination Everything else! The smoking floor smelled like a huge ashtray that had never been cleaned. The room was supposed to have a king bed, it was a full size. The advertisement said the hotel served continental breakfast, they do not. I would never go back!
First impression: Staff was rude and the place was run down; dirty. Did not have a chance to further evaluate because they did not have my reservation, so we did not stay there. Dirty, run down, rude reception, did not have our reservation.
Decent, quiet room. Minimal but adequate breakfast. Main complaint was staff (probably the owner) who acted less than thrilled to have me come in at 11:15pm, and a homeless person who was camped out in my hallway in the morning.
It was much better than expected given other ratings I had seen. It is under new management, and they seem to be making an extra effort to be attentive to their guests. I was surprised that it had a nice indoor pool,but there were only two chairs. It is a very plain, vanilla place. The included breakfast had juice, bagels, cream cheese, and hot and cold cereal, but no fruit or yogurt. There was a slight smell of mothballs upon entering the room. Despite small problems will stay there next year.
king sized bed. poor quality for your money. Rude personal. Small bathroom. Out-dated everything. They also have over 400 rooms and was not full at all and the front desk game me a room right nets to a woman with two children who screamed and cried all night long!!!!!
Nothing Most of the rooms have smoke smells and they still considered as non-smoking rooms. The office staff did not do anything about it
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nothing. It was dirty, loud, and hot rooms.
Proximity to services, WI-FI Unkept, unclean, worn furniture and mattress, a very low-end 'residential' hotel. Carpet worn and frayed, escurity and door locks sub-par.
I liked the central location. I booked a non-smoking room and was given a smoking room. I left the hotel just before midnight because the odor of smoke was unbarable.
The door only had a lock like you'd find on a bathroom door, and the remnants of an older lock that had obviously been broken in; you could also see outside through the seams of the door. There was lots of hair in the bedsheets, and the list goes on.


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Something feels wrong here. I can feel it. It's been niggling away in the back of my mind for a while, but I've been so busy thinking about Morgan that I haven't noticed it until now.
Good, it'll give me something to take my mind off the pain that's tearing me apart.
It must be the vampire, there's nothing else around here that would agitate me like this. Not surprising, I think he's getting hungry. I tilt my head slightly so I can just see him out of the corner of my eye. He's fidgeting and looking very uncomfortable. What's worse is that he keeps looking at that Gabby girl. I shoot him a glare, making my message clear. No-one is getting eaten on my watch. The vampire jumps when he catches me looking at him, but the bad feeling still won't go away.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks.
The badness isn't coming from the vampire's direction, or for that matter even from this bus. I can't pinpoint it exactly, something that's more worrying than it seems, but it's definately not coming from here. It's big, really big. Big and powerful and dangerous feeling. Yet somehow, it's familiar, like I know it from somewhere...
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It can't be, it just can't be. Not now, not now, not now, not now! How did this happen? This is impossible, there's no way this can happen!
I know exactly what that badness is now.
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This is a beautiful photoessay of the Hajj, with excellent captions that shows many of the cultural customs that are associated with the massive pilgrimage. The tremendous influx of tourists/pilgrims into the Mecca area, there is a huge economic industry that supports and depends on the tourists. For a BBC article about the market impacts of the Hajj, see: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-middle-east-11777483
The photos show what an immense congregation this event really is. If a picture is worth a thoudsand words, than this collection is a jackpot. The colors are captivating, green costumes of participants in the military parade, the hands holding the beads for sale. In the article from bbc.co.uk it is interesting to learn that such a religious event is an opportunity for economic gains. From merchants selling beads and rugs to visitors all the way to hotels capitalizing on the religious pilgrimage. It is amazing to know that every Muslim should make this trip as long as he/she is healthy and can afford to ( finances of the family are a higher priority). This truly is the ultimate worship practice. Elizabeth Allen
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Twenty of the biggest names in British fashion, including Julien Macdonald, Henry Holland, Jenny Packham and Jasper Conran, gathered on Oxford Street early today to help relaunch Debenhams's flagship store.
The designers, who all have collections with the retailer, cut through a giant tailor's tape to officially "open" the seven-storey shopping destination following a £40 million makeover.
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And When Did You Last See Your Father ?
Release Date: 04 February 2008 | Certificate: Suitable for 12 years and over
Featuring: Colin Firth, Jim Broadbent and Juliet Stevenson
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Beloved Brits Colin Firth and Jim Broadbent team up for this moving adaptation of Blake Morrison's novel. As a father is dying, his son looks back on their relationship over the years.
Release Date: 04 February 2008
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*From the Service de Pneumologie (Dr. Burgel), Hôpital Cochin, Paris Descartes University, Paris, France; Service de Pneumologie (Dr. Nesme-Meyer), Hôpital de la Croix-Rousse, Lyon, France; Département des Maladies Respiratoires (Dr. Chanez), Assistance Publique-Hôpitaux de Marseille, Université de la Méditerranée, Marseille, France; Centre Hospitalier Universitaire de Clermont-Ferrand (Dr. Caillaud), Hôpital Gabriel Montpied, Service de Pneumologie, Clermont-Ferrand, France; Service de Pneumologie (Dr. Carré), Hôpital Antoine Gayrard, Carcassonne, France; Service d'Explorations Fonctionnelles Respiratoire (Dr. Perez), Hôpital Calmette, Lille, France; and Service de Pneumologie (Dr. Roche), Hôpital de l'Hôtel Dieu, Paris Descartes University, Paris, France.
Correspondence to: Pierre-Régis Burgel, MD, PhD, Service de Pneumologie, Hôpital Cochin, Assistance Publique Hôpitaux de Paris, 27 rue du Faubourg St Jacques, 75679 Paris Cedex 14, France; e-mail: email@example.com
†A list of members of the Initiatives Bronchopneumopathie Chronique Obstructive (BPCO) Scientific Committee is located in the Appendix.
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Epidemiologic studies indicate that chronic cough and sputum production are associated with increased mortality and disease progression in COPD subjects. Our objective was to identify features associated with chronic cough and sputum production in COPD subjects.
Cross-sectional analysis of data were obtained in a multicenter (17 university hospitals in France) cohort of COPD patients. The cohort comprised 433 COPD subjects (65 ± 11 years; FEV1, 50 ± 20% predicted). Subjects with (n = 321) and without (n = 112) chronic cough and sputum production were compared.
No significant difference was observed between groups for age, FEV1, body mass index, and comorbidities. Subjects with chronic cough and sputum production had increased total mean numbers of exacerbations per patient per year (2.20 ± 2.20 vs 0.97 ± 1.19, respectively; p < 0.0001), moderate exacerbations (1.80 ± 2.07 vs 0.66 ± 0.85, respectively; p < 0.0001), and severe exacerbations requiring hospitalizations (0.43 ± 0.95 vs 0.22 ± 0.56, respectively; p < 0.02). The total number of exacerbations per patient per year was the only variable independently associated with chronic cough and sputum production. Frequent exacerbations (two or more per patient per year) occurred in 55% vs 22% of subjects, respectively, with and without chronic cough and sputum production (p < 0.0001). Chronic cough and sputum production and decreased FEV1 were independently associated with an increased risk of frequent exacerbations and frequent hospitalizations.
Chronic cough and sputum production are associated with frequent COPD exacerbations, including severe exacerbations requiring hospitalizations.
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I will try and make it out, I have been looking at doing some of the SCCA AutoX down at Oak Mtn. Amphitheater. I have the days marked and may try to go on the 28th and check it out. I also read some people are looking for a good road to drive, I used to drive South Shades Crest (from exit 1 on 459 to about exit 10); I have also thought about doing a 459 side roads drive. You drive to exit 1 on 459 and then drive to exit 32 without using the interstates. I have also driven Hwy 25 and it is a lot of fun.
Our last meet was at the amphitheater watching the event, it was really hot at the time though, like 102 lol. The last time i ran in the auto-x was when they were at the dog track on derby parkway.
I actually live on exit 1 and that shades crest rd is nice, i also found a back road that curves like a rally stage back there. Even the road changes to pressed/ loose gravel to tarmac. The next meet is planed to be a driving meet and Hwy 25 most likely will be the area chosen.
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Ocado's shares sank to an all-time low after the online grocer issued a profits warning yesterday, as it continues to struggle with "capacity constraints" at its warehouse in Hertfordshire.
Its warning on margins means Ocado will not have delivered a maiden pre-tax profit for the year to the end of November, according to analysts at Oriel Securities.
The loss-making grocer also blamed tough economic conditions for a slowdown in sales growth, as consumers "buy one or two items" fewer per order.
Ocado blamed the hit to its profit margins on an additional £3m investment in labour and shipping costs to ensure it protected customer service levels in its fourth quarter to 27 November, as it added more capacity to keep up with rising orders.
As a result of lower margins and sales, Ocado expects full-year earnings before interest, taxes, depreciation, and amortization of between £27.5m and £28.5m, lower than the consensus forecast of £34.3m before yesterday's unscheduled statement.
Andrew Bracey, the finance director, said: "We are very disappointed and disappointed on behalf of our shareholders."
Shares in Ocado plummeted by 12p, or 17 per cent, to 59.2p. This means the value of Ocado has tumbled by more than two-thirds since it floated at 180p in July 2010.
It had forecast full-year sales of £655m for the year just ended, but now expects revenues of £643m. While its sales jumped 16.7 per cent over the year, this is lower than the 19.5 per cent growth in its first half.
Mr Bracey said: "We had capacity constraints continuing in the fourth quarter.
"There has been a small impact from the economy in the basket size being lower."
Jonathan Pritchard, an analyst at Oriel Securities, said: "Either capacity constraints have actually got worse, or demand has slowed up because in the fourth quarter, sales growth fell to 10 per cent."
But Mr Bracey said after the addition of extra capacity it expected its performance to "come back quite strongly in the first half of next year".Reuse content


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