Damian's Assassin

"You got anything else?" he snapped. Dusty glared at him, hating the way the Watcher community doled out knowledge at their convenience and not his.

"Jonny's special as well. You need to keep him safe. Oh, and the tropical storm will become a hurricane late Saturday night."

"I really don't give a shit about the weather."

"I texted you my email address in case you want to email," the Watcher said and held up his phone.

"Why would I want to email you?"

"I forgot. You don't like electronics. I understand. Darian can email me if he wants."

Dusty spun on his heel. He'd never understood the Watchers or any of the otherworldly beings Damian or Jule had known pre-Schism. He'd been a kid when Damian found him and a human when the Schism occurred. Damian granted him his god-powers after the Schism, whereas Jule was expelled from the divine world for crimes he'd never discussed. As the youngest, non-natural deity-like being, he didn't have the history-- or the patience-- D or Jule had with such creatures as the Watchers.

"Toni," he called from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah, boss!"

"Call together the planners and have them meet me here later. We need to dust off a few ops plans for this weekend."

"Groovy!"

"I'm going to the gym." He wolfed down the sandwich Bianca made him, unable to remember the last time he'd eaten breakfast. Or at all. In a few days, he'd be dead, and food wouldn't matter.