EXT. WALBERG'S DEPARTMENT STORE - NIGHT.
The alley behind Walberg's is dimly lit and cluttered with shipping crates, empty pallets, and over-flowing dumpsters. Loose crumbled bits of paper, empty soda pop bottles, a solitary shoe, and partially empty fast food containers lay scattered about intermittently.
GAMBIT runs into view from the right. He stops near the source of the light, so his face is visible. He quizzically scans the alley. All is quiet.
GAMBIT
(Soft but Determined)
I’m comin’ Mon Ami
STORM hair cackling, her eyes rolled back into her head, floats down from above. Her arms are spread out to the side but her body maintains an upright position.
GAMBIT
(confused)
Where’d it go?
STORM
(Authoritative)
We’ll have to find a way to get inside.
GAMBIT
(Smirking)
Pick a card, any card.
STORM
What is it with you and those cards, Cajun?
GABMIT throws two Cards fueled by kinetic engery. An explosion occurs which blows a large hole in the back of the building. The shadows of a crowd of people can be seen through the smoke and rubble running toward the front exit.
GAMBIT
(Laughing)
Stormy, It looks like we've got ourselves a full house.
(Image Artist - Unknown)
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