Brooklyn, 482 St. Nicholas Avenue.
The black sedan came to a smooth stop by the curb.
Miles pushed open the car door. The moment he stood upright, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows at the street corner.
"Long time no see, Miles."
"Gambit" Remy LeBeau wore a casual gray trench coat and his trademark smile. He strode forward, gave Miles a friendly hug, and thumped him heavily on the back twice.
"Have you been waiting long, Remy?" Miles asked with a smile.
"Not too long. Just long enough to win all the loose change out of those kids' pockets on the corner." Gambit shrugged, his gaze naturally passing over Miles to the other two people who had just stepped out of the car.
He raised a brow and whistled. "Oh, brother, aren't you going to introduce these two beautiful ladies?"
"Betsy Braddock." Psylocke leaned against the car door with her arms folded across her chest, her stunning curves outlined by her skintight suit. "Mr. Miles's driver."
"Oh, Ms. Psylocke." Gambit's smile faded.
Only then did he realize that this striking woman was Psylocke from another world. He gave Miles another surprised look before turning to the last person. "And this lady?"
"Esme Frost, Mr. Miles's assistant," Esme replied politely.
"Frost..." Gambit murmured the surname, his expression gradually turning serious. "Are you Sophie Frost and Phoebe Frost's sister?"
"Yes." Esme nodded calmly.
"Well, the third Cuckoo..." Gambit muttered under his breath, then looked at Miles seriously. "Does S.H.I.E.L.D. know she exists?"
"I haven't told Fury about Betsy and Esme yet," Miles answered.
"Understandable." Gambit nodded knowingly. "With his need for control, if he knew about the two of them, he'd definitely do something."
"We can't hide it for long." Miles shook his head. "Fury has already put me on a