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Another day, another meeting where Erik had to pretend to be interested in anything Director McCone had to say about the situation with Shaw. He kept his mind sharply focused on the nonsense speal about how the CIA was going to handle this, pretending not to notice the obvious blanks in their strategies, the pieces they 'left out'. Like Charles could not just read it from their minds at any moment.
He quickly shifted his thought process back on Moira's interruption about training the younger mutants. He might not be interested in following their plans, but he did plan on knowing them backwards and forwards.
These people were supposed to be the CIA? He had to resist the urge to snort derisively at that thought. Their plans were terrible, their traps would never work, and they were losing control of people within their own government. They were politicians, and dealing with Shaw was not a political matter. He covered up the heavy sigh of boredom with a yawn behind his hand, eyes sweeping the room with scrutiny at every member of the meeting.
He quickly shifted his thought process back on Moira's interruption about training the younger mutants. He might not be interested in following their plans, but he did plan on knowing them backwards and forwards.
These people were supposed to be the CIA? He had to resist the urge to snort derisively at that thought. Their plans were terrible, their traps would never work, and they were losing control of people within their own government. They were politicians, and dealing with Shaw was not a political matter. He covered up the heavy sigh of boredom with a yawn behind his hand, eyes sweeping the room with scrutiny at every member of the meeting.