to: [Wisdom, Pete]
from: [LePew, Remy]
subject: Post-Op Report

Someone is doing this e-mail mask on purpose, I swear.

So, mon captianne, the job is done. I'm still cleaning up loose ends in Vegas, but it looks like Lowenstein took the bait. His creatures are out scouring for the Brotherhood, there hasn't been a peep to the LV field office, and Arcade suffered a pretty big black eye when his auction went down. He's angry enough to kill, and it's all focused on Magneto.

The kids did well. Much better than I could have hoped. Thanks to Arcade's own foresight, half the plan went out the window a day or two after we got here, so improvising ended up covering the things we needed done. Despite that, other than a few bruises on Amanda, everyone got out alright. They deserve a little praise when they get back.

I'm going to stay here for a few more days, make sure we really are in the clear before I head back. If you need me, you know the numbers.

--Remy