Legends by Unknown Author

Author:Unknown Author
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Stan Lee

He made his way to the bar, raking his eyes across the place. Like dominoes, the gazes of the patrons fell away. There was a uniformity to their collected number, a mix of rumpled suits and white shirts and ultra-straight postures that screamed out intelligence agency. Sean knew the specifics varied. Some would be MI5, some MI6, a few from the paranormal investigative agency W.H.O. But all were agents, looking-glass warriors who somehow didn’t match the public’s concept of the spy. In Sean’s life, he’d met a couple of larger-than-life types— Nick Fury, head of S.H.I.E.L.D., came to mind—but no one as handsome, ruthless, and icily assured as Sean Connery or Roger Moore.

One particular man, with skin the color of bittersweet chocolate and a twitch in his left eye, met Sean’s gaze. He sneered and mouthed an invective questioning Sean’s ruggedness and parentage. Sean considered saying something. He heard the scrape of chairs as he stopped and contemplated the man.

Before a showdown was inevitable, a scotch-and-soda voice, smooth and rough at the same time, called out, “Oi, Cassidy—over here!”

When the voice called out, the fight went out of Sean’s opponent.

Turning, Cassidy saw a dark-haired man, handsome, with sharp features and a decided intensity. Like the others, the man was dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and Oxford tie, the shirt’s collar unbuttoned. But there was something about the way this man wore them, a comfortable disdain suffusing the man that set him apart from his brethren. The man motioned to Cassidy with a long-fingered hand, said hand barely holding onto a cigarette with a too-long ash dangling on its tip. The man glanced around the bar and said, his voice dripping benign contempt, “It’s okay, people—the screw’s with me.”

Sean walked over to the man’s table. “Peter Wisdom?”

The slithering snakepit of gossip had fallen silent.

The man dug into his jacket pocket and flipped open a leather case. Inside was a familiar ID. “Yeah . . . Weird Happenings Organization. Fancy a pint?”

“No thanks,” Sean responded, eyeing Wisdom carefully. “I make it a point not to drink in front of spies.”

Wisdom’s face curled into what possibly, after some debate, could be considered the thought of a smile. “Huh. I make it a point to always drink in front of spies.” He motioned to the barman.

“So, Mr. Wisdom,” Sean asked as he slid into his booth, “What’s so blessed important that you had me come down to London?” Sean’s hand instinctively reached into his pocket and slid his house keys in between his fingers. After losing his mutant sonic abilities, Cassidy had learned to rely on his street fighting knowledge. Which meant improvising.

Wisdom took a long drag off his silk cut. “The same thing we need every time we call on one of Xavier’s people.”

“It’s been some time since—”

“I am aware of that, Cassidy. It’s why I thought of you and not those Excalibur burkes.” The barman placed a pint of bitters in front of the agent, causing that not-quite-smile to surface on Wisdom’s face again.

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