What happens in Vegas...

[mercwithamouth]

"This'll be great" exclaimed Wade as he drove, his knuckles white under his blood red and black gloves. Any man who was brave enough to let the Merc With a Mouth drive them anywhere was either fool hearty or perhaps stupid. The gentleman in the seat next to Wade had been given little choice in the matter, especially given he was liberally duct tapped in the comfortable bucket seat.

"I mean, how often do you get to say 'I was there, and I touched a rail gun'?" Wade rambled on, his eyes more on his captive partner than the stretch of desert road in front of them. Who knew how fast they were going. "Don't forget that Lockheed will be detailing their next generation HOV technology. How cool is that? Plus a raffle for a tank! A real honest to goodnes Iranian tank!"

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[mutant_messiah]

Wind. That's what the so-called "companion" of Deadpool was feeling whipping about him. Gritting his teeth, Nathan Summers--aka Cable (among others) squeezes his already shut eyes even more.

His voice responds, but in Deadpool's head instead. 'Shut up Wade.' A look shows itself on his grizzled features, and quickly Cable's eyes open to see Deadpool looking right at him as he drove recklessly about on the road.

Why was he duct-taped? He decides not to ask and instead nods at his so-called restraints. 'You know I can get out of this. Now where are we going?'

[mercwithamouth]

"No, I'm not gonna shut up until you see things my way." replied Wade in a tone that most seven year olds would be proud of. Whipping his masked face to the road, he went on blabbing "You will find that I used special squin-encrusted, lead lined duct tape. It should at least give you a headache to think too hard about it."

"We are on our way to the Fifty-Third Annual Global Blaistics and Aerodesign Convention in the beeeuutiful Las Vegas Navada. Of course it's only open to govnment contactors, so while you were out, I took the liberty of aquiring us teo all access badges. Just make sure to respond to the name Larry while we're there." Wade said as he continued to drive. At least they were swerving less, with his eyes on the road.

[mutant_messiah]

At least, but none of this sounded appealing to Cable. He had plans that involved an actual day of kicking back, or something close to that. He even thought about hitting up Dom for a few beers, maybe something more if things went well.

At least he didn't make those plans, otherwise he would have been letting her down again, even with this as an actual, legitimate excuse.

'Your idea was to annoy me, ruin my day and then take me to a place with weapons?'

[mercwithamouth]

There was an actual pause from Wade as he thought about his answer. "Actually, yes." he then said, before putting the car into a lower gear. Wade could see the lights of Las Vegas in the distance.

It took another fourty-five minets to get to their "hotel". In true Deapool fashion, Wade had found the sleeziest, most cut rate hole in the wall known to mankind. It was terrible - there was even police tape in the parking lot. It might have been questioned what Wade's plans were for Cable when he rounded the car with a machete and a smile. De-duct taping at best, dismemberment at worst.

[mutant_messiah]

Fortunate for Deadpool that things worked out like they were so far. For Cable, not so much. He's tempted to make that machete drive itself into Wade's masked face, but somehow manages not to give in to that exquisite temptation.

'Just do it.'

[mercwithamouth]

"Aw c'mon Kemosabe. What, don't trust me?" Wade asked. There was a terrible moment where he. Seemed to struggle with what to do witht he machete, but then soon enough he was cutting Cable free.

"I even packed your bag!" he said excitedly. "Complete with 90's banana hammock and badly fitting suit for the convention. I'm sorry that I couldn't fit your surfboard-mounted submachine gun, but I figured that there wouldn't be any waves to catch in the desert."

[mutant_messiah]

That pause convinces Cable to indulge in a bit of vengeance. Of course Deadpool would struggle with himself--violence was his thing.

So it's with a smile that Cable gets up and walks past Deadpool and says, "Wilson, I think your suit needs a bit more red." His bionic eye glows softly as the arm holding the machete suddenly comes up--!

[mercwithamouth]

There was a blood curdling scream from Deadpool as his arms shot out and rather suddenly shoved that whole machete into Deadpool's own chest. In fact, by the time he was done, he was left staring down at the hilt of the blade resting snugly against the skin of his chest. There was no getting away from that one!

"Goddamnit, Cable! This was my last good suit! Now I'm gonna have to go shopping before we can go out tonight!" Wade whined, before going to the trunk and getting the bags he packed. A backpack for himself, a shoulder bag for Cable, and two full size big-enough-to-put-a-body-in duffel bags. Full of who the hell knew what.

Acting as if it was normal for a grownman to walk around with a machete sticking out of his back, Wade made his way into the shitty motel.

[mutant_messiah]

"Made me feel a lot better about this. Good with the bad Wilson." It did help to lighten his mood, and since they were here, he might as well ride this out.

"I doubt you have a plan, so give me the bullet-points best you can."

[mercwithamouth]

"Sneak into the convention. Get free booze and possibly hookers. Question marks? Profit." said Wade easily as he humped the bags in and dumped them on the threadbare carpet. He then looked to Cable and made a groaning sound as he started to pull the oversized knife out of his chest. "I really hope I win that tank. I wanna cheat and put my name in more than once!"

[mutant_messiah]

"That's it." Cable says it flatly, no question in it--but the suspicion is easily heard in his tone. "I doubt you dragged me all the way here just for that."

Most people may give Deadpool no credit, but Cable liked to give him more than most, and that was no compliment to Deadpool.

Well, maybe it kind of was. To an extent.