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Rowe hesitated long enough to hear the girl say her piece, but if he was affected or offended by her statement, he didn’t show it. Even when the creepy double voice crawled across his skin, he only took a moment before pressing his hand to the doors and stepping back into the afternoon sun. He...

This was why Rowe wasn’t really cut out for reconnaissance. You couldn’t fuck up taking a bullet. You could fuck up shooting people, but it was a lot harder, and you usually got a second shot. But you could fuck up lying to somebody real quick, and lying to people wasn’t something he really had...

Mary cauterized her own fingers. Rowe had seen it done enough to recognize that that was loosely what had happened, anyway. She didn’t so much as wince. Firepower, then? Or something like it. High-energy, like Obsidian delivering a shock. He’d found something worse than a bastard for a boss –...

Ah. She’d wanted him to grovel a little bit. That wasn’t unexpected, actually, he’d had enough shitty job interviews. Never one where the other person hurt themselves in front of him – or let him see, anyway. His eyes flicked to the razor on the floor, then up to her fingers, then back to her...

He was in a tight spot. He couldn’t really tell what the meta girl was thinking, and he looked down in her direction from the head tilt he’d kept when she started talking. The silence, the accusation, the laughter. There was either something deeply wrong with her, or she was trying to throw him...

“You killed Redblood?” The surprise was real. It wasn’t necessarily about the actual admission – he’d seen her little display, and it didn’t take magic powers to burn down a building. But the fact she said that out loud, so blatantly and eagerly, even laughing about it – that gave Rowe a...

Jerry wasn’t going to comment on the physical weakness in Mary’s grip. His eyes were steady, but not studious. They did flicker down to the surge of red – of course they did. The smell came a few seconds later, met with a slight flare of the nostrils. Death wasn’t something he wanted to smell...

Jerry could tell the guys at the door had experience, just at a glance. He gave them a nod as they let him past; while he thought it might be poor guarding technique (he did, after all, have his HK on his person), he wasn’t here to inspect them. These weren’t Jackals he could quietly admonish...

Mary. The place wasn’t hard to find, once Jerry knew he was looking for it. The street address, obviously. It was advertised. What he hadn’t noticed before were the fliers. Dozens of them, all advertising against metahumans. They were against everything Obsidian and Slate stood for, even if...

The first part of Rowe’s task had been easy. These guys were Leo’s guys – his guys. They were Jackals. There were only so many places in Pittsburgh for Jackals, even fewer for those who hadn’t integrated cleanly into Slate. Rowe kept tabs on them. He couldn’t really say why. He’d worked with...

Jerry watched the cloud of smoke from his post, a black cloud that stood out harshly against the city lights. Sirens filled the night air. Somebody had fucked up. Marius had been a Jackal, once upon a time. A bastard that’d give anyone except Leo a run for his money. He and Rowe had only met...

“Semper fi, sir.” Name: Jeremiah “Jerry” Rowe Alias: Clear Quartz; “Gold Jackal” Age: 49 years Hair color: Blond, graying, worn in an undercut; gray goatee Eyes: Brown. Distinguishing features: scar over left eye; diagonal scar across nose. Current employment: bodyguard for “Obsidian”...

Lament’s bodyguard was no professional. Rowe followed after Obsidian, unaware of how uncannily silent the boss was given everything was just as quiet. As soon Obsidian was seated, Rowe fell into parade rest, and his dark eyes flicked to the man with a very obvious gun. It looked like a Ruger...

Rowe lowered his Heckler & Koch HK45 as Cain cleaned the whiskey off his fingers. He kept himself just off to Obsidian’s side, ready to step into the way if the man decided to make himself more of a problem. His face was cool, neutral, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that stood in for any...

Rowe stood up slowly when the enemy went down. Obsidian reminded everyone why he could be considered the scariest monster in Pittsburgh and beyond. The blood was new – more likely an aspect of the enemy’s abilities rather than the boss’s. He took stock of the situation. Sulphur, injured, but...