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[Original] Reflections in a dark mirror

Title: Reflections in a mirror dark
Challenge: Mirrors, reflections and thoughts for fuoco_dal_cielo
Author: taurie_2020
Historical period: Second World War
Cast: Patrick and Edward ( for this part, Alistair appears without being appointed, and the poor Heinrich even this one), are fictional characters that move on a historical background.
Warnings: This fic is part of a larger project that I called spie_in_irlanda , born a few years ago and then remained in abeyance, I'm trying to bring back to life (maybe Francy remember something ... Patrick is obviously the alter ego of another Irish you very dear ^ _-)



London 1943

Patrick came down the narrow, dark stairs to the door of dark wood, pushed her into the room and went quickly closing it again behind her. The room, though lit by low lights, it seemed almost sparkle than the dark, due to darkness, the road out there. He wrinkled his nose, was closed to air, but the same went to the counter and asked for a beer by putting the coins on the polished wood. Through the Looking Glass Stained behind the counter could control the entire room: there were several men in uniform and also a number in civilian clothes, had the air of students went out for an adventure, certainly none of them were there for prostitution, they had the 'air of needing money. His interest was primarily for men in uniform, in a first surface analysis did not find any of his typical victims ephebic British officers from the air and usually gentle on which he could impress thanks to the broad shoulders and eyes and dark hair made him unusual, but they did not recognize at first sight as "the enemy". Patrick
Suddenly he noticed two blond heads who spoke standing nearby, were perhaps the reddish reflections, clearly distinguishable even in the opaque plate, those in uniform to get his attention ...
He watched, he was an officer in the RAF, could be interesting, but before he could find how to approach, although it was clear that there was in the company of the blonde in smart civilian clothes, she saw him check his watch, say goodbye to the friend and vanish.
Patrick looked indecisive young man left alone, did not seem English, and decided to try to approach him if he was a friend of the RAF officer could perhaps be useful.
walked slowly to the table where he sat drinking a beer peering the premises.
"Good evening."
"Good evening ..." The tone was hesitant, while his face rested on a pair of eyes more clear and transparent that he had ever seen, up close he could see that it was blond, the color of gold, and had an unusual accent.
"You're not from here ...."
"No, I come from a distance" a mischievous smile hovering on the lips, forming a strange contrast with those transparent eyes.
"American?".
"Yes ... but even she is British, Mr ...?".
"No ... My name is Patrick."
"Irish ...?".
The other merely respond with an affirmative nod.
The American smiled, "I am Edward ... And for his friends" said extending her hand to hold.