Post by Magneto on Jun 11, 2009 10:05:32 GMT -4
The second time, Magneto was certain the tremor was not his imagination. He stepped toward the expansive window and slid back the heavy, richly ornate curtains with a gesture.
From his darkly lit suite at the top of the tower, the king peered down through the still night air at the research building below.
Nothing stirred.
Magneto scowled. He indulged McCoy's experiments and long-winded discussions because the scientist had been a powerful ally in achieving his goals. Tolerance was necessary.
It wasn't always easy.
Scowl intact, he turned back from the window and barked for a servant. He would send word to SHIELD and send Guthrie or one of his minions to remind the good Doctor that it was he, Magneto, who was ultimately in charge. He wanted an explanation for what was going on down there.
From his darkly lit suite at the top of the tower, the king peered down through the still night air at the research building below.
Nothing stirred.
Magneto scowled. He indulged McCoy's experiments and long-winded discussions because the scientist had been a powerful ally in achieving his goals. Tolerance was necessary.
It wasn't always easy.
Scowl intact, he turned back from the window and barked for a servant. He would send word to SHIELD and send Guthrie or one of his minions to remind the good Doctor that it was he, Magneto, who was ultimately in charge. He wanted an explanation for what was going on down there.
