X Disappointed X
Friday 1963
Charles swam in the icy water of the pond hating that Control had left him with this mess to figure out wondering. Each stroke sent him further into the lake. Fog drifted up off the water. He made modest break stroke pattern, keeping his head above the water. . Swimming they said was good for his leg. It was. Swimming was part of his regime, and he would not change it. Even if it was winter. Even if it was probably too cold. He and Control had swum here once, but only Moira knew that. Perhaps Moira would remember something of that day.
X
Erik sat reading the morning news, watching Charles swim. He sat at distance on a park bench, hat and paper were both cover so he could watch Charles unobserved. Shamelessly he watched the water roll down of Xavier's back as he exited the pool. Frowned slightly at the stagger in his lovers step as he mounted the stone stairs of the natural pool and smiled again as Sean handed Charles a towel and bathrobe. Well pleased with the view Erik returned his eyes to the paper. Printed in small black type on the third page Erik found an entry local steel worker, Cain Marko killed in an industrial accident…. His body recovered from a boiling vat where he had apparently fallen. The union is standing by the family man… His agent had failed, not that he liked the marko anyway. Erik adjusted his collar, stood and tossed the paper into the bin, the only sign of his tightly wound rage. Erik put his hands in his pockets of his trench coat, where his finger found his pistol. A cold smile flittered across his narrow features, as he swiftly walked from the park. No longer the head of m16 he could do what he wanted, in fact he was dead so he had the ultimate alibi he was dead.