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Charles sighed heavily. Of course he had men here to guard him after what happened in Nassau. When you’re an agent, you make a lot of criminal connections. Considering what had to be done, he needed protection. He was exhausted, tired, a little cold. He hadn’t been looking for another fight.

Or chase. One of the guards used a signal and the relaxed former agent completely stiffened up. He had a gun tucked inside his coat too. He looked over his shoulder but didn’t turn his head back completely. He cursed to himself, quietly reaching in for his gun. He didn’t want to have to kill this man, he never looked forward to such a thing. For all he knew he was just another innocent pawn. He slowly pulled the gun out.

Everything was too still for a few moments, the anticipation tense on the air. Then, Charles kept to his feet and spun around, firing warning shots in his direction. How did he find him? He still didn’t know the man knew a damn thing. But he couldn’t get caught. He had to stop this virus. Stop the government, and stop Lowe. But his feelings and hope about the attractive redhead was what led to the warning shots. He knew how to shoot to kill. He purposely missed, and took off running.

“ I swear. I’m not lying. “ Jack insisted, still worried as to what was to come. He grabbed his phone immediately and sent the message to Charles, then deleted any record of it before the other agents came in. It was them he was truly worried about. He backed up what Flint said about France, a little surprised someone believed him and Chaz for once.

Charles had already boarded the jet. But as soon as he got that message, he was confused. There wasn’t anymore information besides he had a tracker on, and to remove it. Jack hadn’t had the time to do much more than that. “ Fuck. “ He grumbled, looking at his hand as he stood and went to the bathroom.

It took roughly twelve hours to get to Prague. Charles had been jet lagged and exhausted, but he’d made his way to one of his own safe houses. He loved Prague. Lowe, who has been like a father figure to him had loved it too. Maybe it hadn’t been such a great idea to come here, due to the memories, but he found this place beautiful.

He’d managed to take a nap, but he was hungry. His mind was incredibly busy as it tried to work through the possibilities on how he might stop it all from happening and redeem his name. And then.. there was the agent that as far as he knew, was still hunting him. But how had Jack known about the tracker? Fuck, he had a headache.

So he headed for one of his favorite places. The Cathedral of Saint Vitus, and the Chapel of Wenceslaus. He just needed to think, so he went into the chapel. His clothing was a complete 180 of what he wore in Nassau as Prague was chilly. A beautiful coat, a soft blue scarf wrapped around his face. He looked like he fit in as he slid into one of the pews.

“ Fuck.. “ He felt for the top pocket of his coat. He’d left his cigars at the safe house. His stomach growled.

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“ I swear. I’m not lying. “ Jack insisted, still worried as to what was to come. He grabbed his phone immediately and sent the message to Charles, then deleted any record of it before the other agents came in. It was them he was truly worried about. He backed up what Flint said about France, a little surprised someone believed him and Chaz for once.

Charles had already boarded the jet. But as soon as he got that message, he was confused. There wasn’t anymore information besides he had a tracker on, and to remove it. Jack hadn’t had the time to do much more than that. “ Fuck. “ He grumbled, looking at his hand as he stood and went to the bathroom.

It took roughly twelve hours to get to Prague. Charles had been jet lagged and exhausted, but he’d made his way to one of his own safe houses. He loved Prague. Lowe, who has been like a father figure to him had loved it too. Maybe it hadn’t been such a great idea to come here, due to the memories, but he found this place beautiful.

He’d managed to take a nap, but he was hungry. His mind was incredibly busy as it tried to work through the possibilities on how he might stop it all from happening and redeem his name. And then.. there was the agent that as far as he knew, was still hunting him. But how had Jack known about the tracker? Fuck, he had a headache.

So he headed for one of his favorite places. The Cathedral of Saint Vitus, and the Chapel of Wenceslaus. He just needed to think, so he went into the chapel. His clothing was a complete 180 of what he wore in Nassau as Prague was chilly. A beautiful coat, a soft blue scarf wrapped around his face. He looked like he fit in as he slid into one of the pews.

“ Fuck.. “ He felt for the top pocket of his coat. He’d left his cigars at the safe house. His stomach growled.

Oh he should be very afraid of Anne Bonny. Jack had the brains but she was the muscle. It didn’t mean he didn’t struggle against the men that had him though, and Anne was furious. Her nose was dripping with blood, and it took four men to subdue her. She snarled. “ Don’t you touch him! Jack, just do as he says! “ She spit blood out onto one of the agent’s shoes.

Jack grumbled. “ I told Chaz we should’ve stocked more boys. Men like you like them. — ow!! “ He was thrown down into the chair in his main office, and any sound of him hurting sent Anne to her feet, scuffling again. But the criminal laughed, his bloodied face coated in a shit eating grin. “ He was right too. You came right into our little rouse. “

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“ By MI6! Your bloody government! He was trying to stop Lowe! For fuck’s sake, do you think your men aren’t involved with how badly they’re trying to get in?! “ He looked worriedly at the door, then back at Flint.

“ You have no reason to trust me, but Charles Vane is a good man. An honorable man. A brilliant man that believed he was protecting the world from men like Lowe. I’m telling you all I know. The rest you’d have to get from him! “ He again looked at him with worry. “ I was a constant informant for him and your people! Don’t let them hurt my darling Anne.They can kill me.. but not her. “ Oh the bleeding heart was surely showing as he had tears in his eyes. What could he say to save his skin? He knew Charles would be back to save them should anything terrible happen. They had already discussed it.

“ Prague. He’s taking my private plane to Prague. Find him there and ask him yourself. All right? Do we have an accord? Don’t trust anyone you work for, Flint. You can’t trust any of them. “

Oh he should be very afraid of Anne Bonny. Jack had the brains but she was the muscle. It didn’t mean he didn’t struggle against the men that had him though, and Anne was furious. Her nose was dripping with blood, and it took four men to subdue her. She snarled. “ Don’t you touch him! Jack, just do as he says! “ She spit blood out onto one of the agent’s shoes.

Jack grumbled. “ I told Chaz we should’ve stocked more boys. Men like you like them. — ow!! “ He was thrown down into the chair in his main office, and any sound of him hurting sent Anne to her feet, scuffling again. But the criminal laughed, his bloodied face coated in a shit eating grin. “ He was right too. You came right into our little rouse. “

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As soon as Flint threatened Anne, he tried to get out of his chair but the other agents forced him back down violently. “ They touch her and I’ll.. “ He growled, hands gripping the sides of his seat. Anne might have been the strong one but Jack was the smart one. He didn’t want anything to happen to her.

But just as he’d muttered he cried out as his mullet was grabbed, lips pursing as he was forced to stare downward at Flint. But then something unexpected happened. Flint ordered the men out. He sat there, mouth bloodied watching the tension between the agents unfold. It looked more and more like Chaz was right. He wasn’t just being paranoid. Something was going on here.

He hissed when his hair was released, trying to gather himself. The usual mouthy man was quiet for long moments, before casting worried eyes at him. “ It is.. just please. Don’t hurt Anne. “ He loved her with everything he had in him. He loved Chaz too. Like a brother. “ Look.. Chaz told us that something is happening right under the country’s noses. “ He sighed heavily. “ Chaz never agreed with how I ran my life but he trusts me, and I trust him. And you.. you might be able to help him. “

He reached his fingers up wiping off the blood and staring at it. “ Chaz was on mission in Russia, tailing a scientist, when he saw men, British men, obviously from its government there making some back alley deal. I think you e realized that he’s a stubborn and persistent fellow. “ He panted. “ He’s loyal to a fault. He knew his own people would try to kill him once he talked to Lowe. “ He stared at him seriously. “ You’ve got the wrong man, Agent Flint. “

Oh he should be very afraid of Anne Bonny. Jack had the brains but she was the muscle. It didn’t mean he didn’t struggle against the men that had him though, and Anne was furious. Her nose was dripping with blood, and it took four men to subdue her. She snarled. “ Don’t you touch him! Jack, just do as he says! “ She spit blood out onto one of the agent’s shoes.

Jack grumbled. “ I told Chaz we should’ve stocked more boys. Men like you like them. — ow!! “ He was thrown down into the chair in his main office, and any sound of him hurting sent Anne to her feet, scuffling again. But the criminal laughed, his bloodied face coated in a shit eating grin. “ He was right too. You came right into our little rouse. “

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Jack laughed. “ I bet you are. Chaz said he wanted to know who they sent to hunt him. He set this whole thing up and you walked right into it like a good mouse looking for cheese. “ He grinned. But he arched a brow when he called him by the nickname he used. Oh ho ho. “ Oh there’s an excellent story there I see.. “ He sucked on his tongue in thought.

But he laughed at his next questions. “ He was right too. You bloody agents are fucking dumb, if you don’t know where it is. “ At that moment one of the backup backhanded him across the face. Jack groaned loudly, spitting some blood out of his mouth. “ If you broke my tooth Anne will have you for violating my visage. “ It was true. She’d fuck up anyone thar hurt Jack. “ And I’m peachy fucking keen with what Chaz is doing. “ He grumbled under his breath, looking to the side. “ He’s trying to stop all this. “

Oh he should be very afraid of Anne Bonny. Jack had the brains but she was the muscle. It didn’t mean he didn’t struggle against the men that had him though, and Anne was furious. Her nose was dripping with blood, and it took four men to subdue her. She snarled. “ Don’t you touch him! Jack, just do as he says! “ She spit blood out onto one of the agent’s shoes.

Jack grumbled. “ I told Chaz we should’ve stocked more boys. Men like you like them. — ow!! “ He was thrown down into the chair in his main office, and any sound of him hurting sent Anne to her feet, scuffling again. But the criminal laughed, his bloodied face coated in a shit eating grin. “ He was right too. You came right into our little rouse. “

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Oh he should be very afraid of Anne Bonny. Jack had the brains but she was the muscle. It didn’t mean he didn’t struggle against the men that had him though, and Anne was furious. Her nose was dripping with blood, and it took four men to subdue her. She snarled. “ Don’t you touch him! Jack, just do as he says! “ She spit blood out onto one of the agent’s shoes.

Jack grumbled. “ I told Chaz we should’ve stocked more boys. Men like you like them. — ow!! “ He was thrown down into the chair in his main office, and any sound of him hurting sent Anne to her feet, scuffling again. But the criminal laughed, his bloodied face coated in a shit eating grin. “ He was right too. You came right into our little rouse. “

Charles was actually having a bit of fun. He would have loved to spend time counting those freckles too. Just because this man was here to kill him, didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun first, right? At least that was the rationale when he looked at the redhead in the suit. He didn’t know what was truth and what was lie, but after being so isolated he frankly didn’t care.

He smirked when he put some blame on him. He couldn’t help it if he’d pulled him away from his women and of course the auction which he definitely was not here for. He was about to tell him what he’d like, but he heard that all too familiar beep. So he finished off his drink, licking his lips. “ Oh that’ll be M checking up on you. You should get that. “ He said calmly, which just made him seem all the more dangerous, slowly turning his head. He lifted his own whatcha clad wrist. “ Seems they aren’t too smart about sending the exact same style of watch to agents in the field. “ He tapped his own watch briefly, reaching over to take one of the abandoned martinis, taking a sip, his eyes never leaving his then. Fuck, he had pretty eyes. “ Are you here to kill me, Mr. Flint? “

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Charles had made a run for it, but their fighting had certainly garnered attention. Thankfully, Jack had indeed been prepared as the guards I began giving cover fire. He thought he might’ve lost him in the chaos, but suddenly he felt searing pain as his hair was violently pulled. “ FUCK!!! “ He had so much more of it, so much more to yank. He moved to elbow him in the face, but Anne and the rest had come out out guns blazing.

“ The fuck you think you are, pig, tryin’ to fuck up our establishment! “ Anne had an automatic rifle buried in her shoulder as she went to shooting. Jack in all his wisdom and of course at his lover and friend’s behest, was staying out of the way. Charles had an escape plan. Jack radioed one of his man. “ Have her ready. Chaz is on his way. “

The sprinkler caused even more disturbance, and Anne shot the man he was using as a shield. She kept shooting too, trying to give her friend time so he could escape. These fucks had it all wrong. Charles Vane was a good man. He’d tried to stop she and Jack from even having this business of theirs, but it was far too profitable. Plus, they picked up a lot of intel they could feed him.

At the plate hitting the wall, he briefly stopped, looking back with a snarl. But the ongoing brawl in the kitchen had given him some time. Probably wasn’t the smartest thing to be wearing a sarong in a chase, but here he was. If his dick flapped in the wind? So be it. He was a physical phenom of a man, and had taken off toward the parking lot where a motorcycle waited. He didn’t even bother with the helmet. He slammed his foot down on the pedal, wheels shrieking as he took off on the bike. Clint had exited just in time too, as Charles cockily smirked and waved at him, before popping a wheelie and zooming off toward the airport.

Charles was actually having a bit of fun. He would have loved to spend time counting those freckles too. Just because this man was here to kill him, didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun first, right? At least that was the rationale when he looked at the redhead in the suit. He didn’t know what was truth and what was lie, but after being so isolated he frankly didn’t care.

He smirked when he put some blame on him. He couldn’t help it if he’d pulled him away from his women and of course the auction which he definitely was not here for. He was about to tell him what he’d like, but he heard that all too familiar beep. So he finished off his drink, licking his lips. “ Oh that’ll be M checking up on you. You should get that. “ He said calmly, which just made him seem all the more dangerous, slowly turning his head. He lifted his own whatcha clad wrist. “ Seems they aren’t too smart about sending the exact same style of watch to agents in the field. “ He tapped his own watch briefly, reaching over to take one of the abandoned martinis, taking a sip, his eyes never leaving his then. Fuck, he had pretty eyes. “ Are you here to kill me, Mr. Flint? “

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Charles clenched his fist. “ I’m not working for anyone thanks to MI6. “ He reiterated. He had no reason to trust this agent would believe what he said, plus he didn’t know how high up the chain this conspiracy went. Did M know? Did the head of missions realize he was sending out agents to destroy any people who might become a problem in their grand scheme? He hadn’t even had contact with Lowe for months. He’d seemingly vanished, and he knew that the British government had something to do with it.

The more he continued on, continued his threats with Jack, the angrier he became. This guy was fucking cocky and now he was just irritated. A civil conversation went out the fucking window. “ I don’t do simple. “ Queue the theme music. He swiftly reached up and took a handful of his hair, smashing his face down into the bar, quickly moving to a stand. He had to get the fuck out of here. Now.

Charles was actually having a bit of fun. He would have loved to spend time counting those freckles too. Just because this man was here to kill him, didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun first, right? At least that was the rationale when he looked at the redhead in the suit. He didn’t know what was truth and what was lie, but after being so isolated he frankly didn’t care.

He smirked when he put some blame on him. He couldn’t help it if he’d pulled him away from his women and of course the auction which he definitely was not here for. He was about to tell him what he’d like, but he heard that all too familiar beep. So he finished off his drink, licking his lips. “ Oh that’ll be M checking up on you. You should get that. “ He said calmly, which just made him seem all the more dangerous, slowly turning his head. He lifted his own whatcha clad wrist. “ Seems they aren’t too smart about sending the exact same style of watch to agents in the field. “ He tapped his own watch briefly, reaching over to take one of the abandoned martinis, taking a sip, his eyes never leaving his then. Fuck, he had pretty eyes. “ Are you here to kill me, Mr. Flint? “

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It had grown tense between the two of them in only seconds. Charles wasn’t going to take his eyes off him now. Double agents weren’t sent just for any reason. Charles was sure he had a death warrant on him. He listened to him talk of what the watch scanned, and he chuckled against the glass. “ You needed a watch to tell you all that? That should’ve been in your brief. “ He smirked, slowly setting that glass down.

He was calm still. He wasn’t panicking. He was completely ready to walk outside of the auction, to calmly handle this until he heard the threat on Jack’s life. That made that calm face squinch and become very serious, very quickly. His eyes narrowed. “ Whatever they told you, it isn’t true. But don’t threaten Jack. He has nothing to do with the mess I’ve gotten into. Threats like that will get you killed, Mr. Flint. “ No one fucked with people he cared about. He was even trying to save Lowe, despite his desire to do the exact opposite.

Charles was actually having a bit of fun. He would have loved to spend time counting those freckles too. Just because this man was here to kill him, didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun first, right? At least that was the rationale when he looked at the redhead in the suit. He didn’t know what was truth and what was lie, but after being so isolated he frankly didn’t care.

He smirked when he put some blame on him. He couldn’t help it if he’d pulled him away from his women and of course the auction which he definitely was not here for. He was about to tell him what he’d like, but he heard that all too familiar beep. So he finished off his drink, licking his lips. “ Oh that’ll be M checking up on you. You should get that. “ He said calmly, which just made him seem all the more dangerous, slowly turning his head. He lifted his own whatcha clad wrist. “ Seems they aren’t too smart about sending the exact same style of watch to agents in the field. “ He tapped his own watch briefly, reaching over to take one of the abandoned martinis, taking a sip, his eyes never leaving his then. Fuck, he had pretty eyes. “ Are you here to kill me, Mr. Flint? “

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It warmed his heart to no end, seeing James play with his kids like this, and how much they seemed to love him too. He had saved their lives, and was making their father truly happy for the first time in years. Kids were very perceptive. They knew the difference.

And as much as he’d been trying to stay on task and cook, he couldn’t help but get distracted by their rough housing. It was sweet really, seeing he and his girls giggling and playing around. Charlotte was in human form now, grabbing at him to tug him back down as he attempted escape. Ivy hung on for dear life and Lorelei was trying to stop that joke. That high pitch squeal he’d made from the tickling had been adorable too.

He’d continued working on dinner until he heard that second joke, groaning loudly at how bad that one was. He threw down the dish towel on his shoulder. “ All right, all right! “ The girls stopped playing, thinking maybe their dad wanted them to stop, but that could be further from the truth. Instead, it was his turn to pull James to the ground, forcing him down as he laughed. “ That one was unforgivable!! Get him!! “ He started to tickle his sensitive sides and the girls started attacking anywhere else as the werewolf family pinned him to the floor in fits of laughter.

“Hey. What do you call a lost wolf?” The redhead grins, pausing for a second.

“…A where-wolf!” (From Flint LMAO. The children can be there if you want xD )

Charles had been in the kitchen cooking dinner. They were partners now in this life, human and wolf and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Well. He thought James would be a sexy werewolf, but he wouldn’t want that. But he lived with the possibility that it might happen on accident, because he lived with not one but four wolves.

He’d groaned as soon as he heard the joke. “ James, that’s — “

“ AWFUL!!! “ He was interrupted by Ivy who had suddenly pounced Flint. Lorelei grinned and joined in, moving to tackle him down to the floor, and Charlotte took up the rest, now dog.. wolf piling on him. Charlotte tickled him. “ You’re never allowed to tell a joke again! “

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Charles was actually having a bit of fun. He would have loved to spend time counting those freckles too. Just because this man was here to kill him, didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun first, right? At least that was the rationale when he looked at the redhead in the suit. He didn’t know what was truth and what was lie, but after being so isolated he frankly didn’t care.

He smirked when he put some blame on him. He couldn’t help it if he’d pulled him away from his women and of course the auction which he definitely was not here for. He was about to tell him what he’d like, but he heard that all too familiar beep. So he finished off his drink, licking his lips. “ Oh that’ll be M checking up on you. You should get that. “ He said calmly, which just made him seem all the more dangerous, slowly turning his head. He lifted his own whatcha clad wrist. “ Seems they aren’t too smart about sending the exact same style of watch to agents in the field. “ He tapped his own watch briefly, reaching over to take one of the abandoned martinis, taking a sip, his eyes never leaving his then. Fuck, he had pretty eyes. “ Are you here to kill me, Mr. Flint? “

Cad, he thought, when he shamelessly winked to the women. But it was so on brand for an agent. They ran all over the world, nearly dying each and every day. They had to have some fun. He knew this man was an agent sent to track him, and he’d paid him no mind when he first approached the bar. Better to play aloof and uninterested. .. but damn. He looked even better up close. Close up he could see he had a lot of freckles and that only played to his charm.

He thanked the bartender when he was finally given his drink, only acknowledging James when he spoke to him, fingers drumming away on the book. “ Hm? Oh. “ Slowly he turned his head to look at him, hair falling over his face. “ I’m just not interested in socializing with a bunch of egotistical, rich assholes.” He quipped with a smirk, clearly poking fun at him. Did he really not realize he had him pegged? It was almost cute.

“ Besides.. “ He turned slightly, looking back at the women he’d winked to, then to him. “ You look like you’re having a good night. “

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Charles chuckled as he tucked a rather promiscuous little strand of hair behind his ear. That strand had such power, bringing attention to his fingers and face. “ No.. “ He now reached out, daring to softly touch his face with the back of his fingers with his hand. Was he enjoying this little game of flirting? Maybe. He should be concerned this man was going to kill him, but here he was. “ You freckle. I like freckles. “ He gave him a warm look and took his hand back.

He smirked to himself as he reiterated how content he was. He wondered if this James was actually attracted to him, but he assumed he was. Maybe he could use that to his favor. He hadn’t a clue that the watch had just scanned him. But he did gesture to the set of bikini martinis that were being neglected. “ You must enjoy my company. You’re completely neglecting your two whores. “ He teased, taking the final sip of his drink, licking his lips. “ Since you’ve abandoned them, care to buy me my own martini? “

Cad, he thought, when he shamelessly winked to the women. But it was so on brand for an agent. They ran all over the world, nearly dying each and every day. They had to have some fun. He knew this man was an agent sent to track him, and he’d paid him no mind when he first approached the bar. Better to play aloof and uninterested. .. but damn. He looked even better up close. Close up he could see he had a lot of freckles and that only played to his charm.

He thanked the bartender when he was finally given his drink, only acknowledging James when he spoke to him, fingers drumming away on the book. “ Hm? Oh. “ Slowly he turned his head to look at him, hair falling over his face. “ I’m just not interested in socializing with a bunch of egotistical, rich assholes.” He quipped with a smirk, clearly poking fun at him. Did he really not realize he had him pegged? It was almost cute.

“ Besides.. “ He turned slightly, looking back at the women he’d winked to, then to him. “ You look like you’re having a good night. “

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“Hey. What do you call a lost wolf?” The redhead grins, pausing for a second.

“…A where-wolf!” (From Flint LMAO. The children can be there if you want xD )

Charles had been in the kitchen cooking dinner. They were partners now in this life, human and wolf and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Well. He thought James would be a sexy werewolf, but he wouldn’t want that. But he lived with the possibility that it might happen on accident, because he lived with not one but four wolves.

He’d groaned as soon as he heard the joke. “ James, that’s — “

“ AWFUL!!! “ He was interrupted by Ivy who had suddenly pounced Flint. Lorelei grinned and joined in, moving to tackle him down to the floor, and Charlotte took up the rest, now dog.. wolf piling on him. Charlotte tickled him. “ You’re never allowed to tell a joke again! “

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It was hard to know what was truth and what was a lie since he was an agent, but he guessed that James might’ve known he was playing a game too. He really didn’t know what was going through his mind. But he did finally crack a smile when he said the beach was his choice too. “ I like laying on the beach, curled up with a good book, working on my tan. Thankfully Jack’s beach is private. If there weren’t a ton of creepy men here, I’d probably just be out there naked right now. “ Let him sit with that image for a moment.

He wondered if that was his true name as he offered his hand, but Charles wasn’t going to be coy about his. “ Charles Vane. Jack calls me Chaz, so.. “ He chuckled. “ Please don’t do that. “ How was it a man as charming as him turned up to be a supervillain? Truth was, he wasn’t. He didn’t have any aims on releasing Chimera into the world. In reality, he was trying to stop it, and that was one of the reasons he was being hunted. He knew too much.

“ Oh so are you a poet as well, Mr. McGraw? The ladies must truly love you then. “ He smirked softly, catching a tall blonde man walking from upstairs with enormous arms. He was under Jack’s employ. Charles gestured to him. “ See, there’s one. Maybe you should try out a few lines on him. “

Cad, he thought, when he shamelessly winked to the women. But it was so on brand for an agent. They ran all over the world, nearly dying each and every day. They had to have some fun. He knew this man was an agent sent to track him, and he’d paid him no mind when he first approached the bar. Better to play aloof and uninterested. .. but damn. He looked even better up close. Close up he could see he had a lot of freckles and that only played to his charm.

He thanked the bartender when he was finally given his drink, only acknowledging James when he spoke to him, fingers drumming away on the book. “ Hm? Oh. “ Slowly he turned his head to look at him, hair falling over his face. “ I’m just not interested in socializing with a bunch of egotistical, rich assholes.” He quipped with a smirk, clearly poking fun at him. Did he really not realize he had him pegged? It was almost cute.

“ Besides.. “ He turned slightly, looking back at the women he’d winked to, then to him. “ You look like you’re having a good night. “

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“ They are. “ Charles insisted. “ Jack likes to offer all sorts of options, diversify the portfolio. And you can bet most of these sick fucks like cock. “ Especially the overly straight ones. Those men were hiding in the closet and it was a shame. Jack even had some particularly young whores too. Those sick fucks liked that.

Charles looked at himself for a moment, chuckling softly. “ Never know what you’re gonna find at these things. They are interesting, but no. Jack’s an old friend of mine and I’ve needed some time to myself, so.. “ He opened his hands. “ Here I am. I’d rather be out at the beach though. “ He sighed softly, taking a drink.. So this agent liked men too. And he’d wanted him to know that. He really was a fucking cad. But he played dumb. “ So, mister.. ? Why are you here? Doesn’t sound like you want to be here. “

Cad, he thought, when he shamelessly winked to the women. But it was so on brand for an agent. They ran all over the world, nearly dying each and every day. They had to have some fun. He knew this man was an agent sent to track him, and he’d paid him no mind when he first approached the bar. Better to play aloof and uninterested. .. but damn. He looked even better up close. Close up he could see he had a lot of freckles and that only played to his charm.

He thanked the bartender when he was finally given his drink, only acknowledging James when he spoke to him, fingers drumming away on the book. “ Hm? Oh. “ Slowly he turned his head to look at him, hair falling over his face. “ I’m just not interested in socializing with a bunch of egotistical, rich assholes.” He quipped with a smirk, clearly poking fun at him. Did he really not realize he had him pegged? It was almost cute.

“ Besides.. “ He turned slightly, looking back at the women he’d winked to, then to him. “ You look like you’re having a good night. “

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Cad, he thought, when he shamelessly winked to the women. But it was so on brand for an agent. They ran all over the world, nearly dying each and every day. They had to have some fun. He knew this man was an agent sent to track him, and he’d paid him no mind when he first approached the bar. Better to play aloof and uninterested. .. but damn. He looked even better up close. Close up he could see he had a lot of freckles and that only played to his charm.

He thanked the bartender when he was finally given his drink, only acknowledging James when he spoke to him, fingers drumming away on the book. “ Hm? Oh. “ Slowly he turned his head to look at him, hair falling over his face. “ I’m just not interested in socializing with a bunch of egotistical, rich assholes.” He quipped with a smirk, clearly poking fun at him. Did he really not realize he had him pegged? It was almost cute.

“ Besides.. “ He turned slightly, looking back at the women he’d winked to, then to him. “ You look like you’re having a good night. “

Izzy loved how clever Stede was. It was part of his charm, even if he was a little accident prone. But sometimes happy accidents led to great discovery. At least that’s what the bubbling blonde said. He’d nodded at his eager suggestion that he okie to the lab as well, and Izzy gestured to the door. “ Lead the way, Q. “

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Charles had come to Nassau for a break. Jack had offered him sanctuary at his compound and he was more than happy to take him up on the offer. He couldn’t go home to England anymore, and he knew MI6 was trying to kill him. At least here in the well guarded beach compound, he could relax a bit.

But all sorts were coming in now I to get a view of Jack’s famous brothel and the black market auction that was taking place tonight. He didn’t necessarily like what Jack got wrapped up in, but he wasn’t a cop. He’d been an intelligence agent, a stone cold killer. He couldn’t really bitch and complain about it now, could he? He just needed to be extra cautious, much to Jack’s dismay, as Charles had become increasingly paranoid.

He knew they’d send another double O after him, and he knew their trademarks. Hell, he was wearing one now; one of the watches Q had given him. He admired it for a moment before getting up from his table outdoors, tucking the book he was reading under his arm. He’d forgotten about taking off his glasses, which was fine really. He just wanted to get closer to the crashing waves, take an inhale of that sweet salty air, the entire thing utterly picturesque.

And he looked picturesque too. His hair was down, long over his back and closing in the wind. Every so often the white sarong he was wearing would blow back as well, exposing a leg or a thigh. He wasn’t shirtless, but he had a light blue shirt with a collar on, unbuttoned, well tanned tummy and chest exposed to the sun. Fuck, it was peaceful. He wished it could be peaceful forever.