Tinker,tailor

by eponay

Charles and Erik work in England as the heads of MI6. Shaw and Stryker have sworn their loyalty in the interests of the nation. While over in Russia the newly formed brotherhood is seeking to expand its reach, to do so they need a mole. As everything falls apart, Charles searches for the traitor, he turns to the only person he can trust, Raven. cherik. Ensemble. other cameos.

8. Chapter 8

XxX The mason's arms. XxX

A/Nbars are sometimes called 'a hole in the wall'. This one's more like a hole in the floor. Drag yourselves back to London to a dank forgotten pub in outer SoHo. The dust has barely settled, business usual almost for our heroes and their enemies. The events of last year hang over them like a cloud.

Tuesday night 1963 now.

Erik adjusted his fedora and folded his trench coat over his arm. As the head of MI6 he had access to certain resources. Certain resources that could solve specific problems. Such said resources were best kept secret from Charles. Or at least left politely unmentioned. Erik walked down the wet slimy stairs of the into the below ground pub. A row of booths with tacky faded fake velvet red curtain hugged the wall. The only view the windows offered were of people's feet as they passed by on the sidewalk above. Cigarette smoke hung in the air, and a TV beside the bar, flicked black and white with an old football game (soccer). The barkeeper, was a tall black man with one long lock of white hair, he eyed Magneto with suspicion as he entered the bar.

"Don't get many of your sort around here." The bar keeper drawled in a South African accent. Magneto ignored the man, as he scanned the bar.

"We'll gov What'll it be?" He looked down at his watch, the mark was late.

"How 'bout a pint." The bar keeper sauntered over to the keg.

"Make it two, there." A huge man lumbered into the bar.

They sat down in a booth. The large man cramped into the small space.

"So what can I do for you?"

Erik pushed a photo across the table, "The usual."

The taller man studied the face uncertainly. "He's a big fish 'im. Isn't he? Works for your lot." The man's tone became specious, was Erik trying to trick him into something?

Erik stood to leave. "You'll receive the usual the usual compensation, the details for you are unimportant. This man is your target."

"Arh now, hang on, I think I might be needing a bit more this time..."

Erik walked out of the booth not acknowledging the other, apart from his 'compensation' , Erik had enough evidence on the man, that would ensure the roughneck's cooperation. The next part of his plan was cruel, he would hurt Charles, he was sure of that. Erik hoped Charles would understand, why it had to be done.