Damian's Assassin

"Take it to HQ," Toni directed.

Dusty looked around them, gaze settling on the only car on the streets that didn't belong to him and wasn't on blocks. It was a beat-up Camaro parked half a block down. He sensed rather than saw that someone was in it, watching them.

"Toni, send your Traveler to grab the driver in the Camaro down the street," Dusty said, returning his gaze to the charred building in front of him. "Send me a report when you're done."

"You want me to call you if we see another one of these?"

"Not unless there's something different about it. I'm going to get a pulse check from the network to see what the fuck the vamps are doing." Dusty glanced at his watch.

"We got info on a stash house on Broad Street. I'm waiting for Jenn to confirm, and we'll schedule to take it out tomorrow morning," Toni said.

"Good. Have fun killing things."

"Okay, boss. Happy Friday."

Dusty smiled faintly as Toni walked towards the back of the church, whistling. He blinked and used his power to Travel to his study. Someone had been using his computer; he returned the mouse and computer screen to their appropriate angles before seating himself. The house was quiet, the way he preferred it. In all of thirty minutes, some sort of drama would emerge once the inhabitants awoke.

Come see me, he texted his spy chief. He sat back and waited, counting down from ten.

"Hey, boss," Jenn purred, emerging from the shadows. One of the rare female Guardians, Jenn was tall and willowy with dark hair and green eyes, a studied air of seduction, and the ability to penetrate any group he sent her after. She didn't try to hide her sex appeal and wore clothing tight enough to leave little to the imagination.

"Three," he said.

"Still under five seconds," she said with a sultry smile. She pulled up a chair across from him and straddled it, her direct gaze settling on him. "What can I do for you, boss?"

"Shall I make a list?" he returned. He smiled to himself, enjoying the game they always played.

"I'll start at the top and work my way all the way down."

"I think you'll start all the way down."

"For you, anything, any way you want it, anytime," she purred.

"I love it when you say that."

"You know what a girl likes. I don't mind trying to make your day as good as you make mine." She ran her fingers up his arm and back down. "How 'bout now?"

"We got real work to do," he replied.