Bennet and Pyro - Backdated to Friday, May 23
Who: Pyro and Exodus
When: Friday, May 23 (backdated)
What: Bennet gives Pyro his wedding present, and they talk a bit.
Where: The Brotherhood Lair.


While he waited, Bennet took time to prepare the small space for the meeting. It was little more than two chairs across from each other and a small table in between them, but it would serve its purpose. Wary of his current precarious position, Bennet, sometimes called Exodus, took the seat facing the door, gaze intent on the steel portal as he set everything into place. paranoia had become him of late, evidenced by his own need for visual confirmation of his own psychic abilities to pinpoint every presence in the lair, if not outright identify most of them. There had been precious few new additions since he had left. Paranoia had proven to be both a scourge and a blessing, both denying him precious sleep and saving his own life. It had become a situation to which he had resigned himself, a byproduct of his great mission.

Gloved hands situated a briefcase on the table, squaring it perfectly with the edges, latches and handle facing outward toward the empty seat. Pyro's present. More of a temptation, truth be told. Magneto's brotherhood seemed to be fractured and slowly falling apart due to infighting. Many had already moved on, fled underground, or otherwise abdicated the dream. Exodus had done none, regardless of what the general populace believed. He worked with magneto's express blessing, at the Master of Magnetism's express command. "Created a better world for them, Exodus." That was what he had been told, if not in exact words, then in his own interpretation.

That better world was quickly falling into place, thanks to several benevolences along the way. Magneto's former and complete command of the American government, along with Black Box's mastery of electronic impulses had bade Bennet a very rich man, hundreds of millions in electronic data switched, siphoned, and shunted to private, secured accounts. Of course, ever fearful and untrusting, those electronic account had become physical ones, becoming gold, silver, diamonds and other precious materials, along with a hundred other small, yet important investments, such as this one, Pyro's future. Granted, a majority of the funds had been earmarked for Avalon, but a small portion of hundreds of millions was still a sizable amount of money indeed.

Now some of that rested in the briefcase beneath Bennet's steadily drumming fingers. One hundred thousand in jewels to be approximate, though the value steadily fluxuated, as did all things. It was a large sum, but it was worth it if he could ensnare Pyro, convince him of the new view of Magneto's dream, and enlist his support. With Pyro, others would follow. With Pyro, the dream would better survive, and even have soldiers and sacrifices for the gene-war that loomed over the horizon.