He couldn't help it, Magneto's smile grew. What a picture Victor Creed made, all efficient cruelty and mindless violence that Magnus could not (often) display himself if he wished to keep his following loyal. Threats and occasional torture and imprisonment were nothing so advantageous in striking fear into his enemies and invoking obedience in his disciples as a man like Sabretooth. A perfect and ruthless weapon- fear the dog, fear more the master holding its leash.
"Better late than never," Magneto remarked and gestured for Victor to join them. Once he had, the platform and it's passengers rose into the air, ensconced in an invisible barrier that kept them safe from the bullets that flew from the weapons of newly arrived agents and the heat emanating from the burning power cells. A well timed escape and a well planned crusade. How gratifying it was when things actually went his way.