Xander's Chance

"When the fuck did I become the peacekeeper?" Xander asked with no real heat. He had no loyalties to any of the Gods, a fact that rendered him useful to all three of them when they were in pissing contests.

"I've got Cuban coffee. There's nothing wrong with being universally hated," Dusty added, amusement in his voice.

Of all the White God's brothers, Dusty was the one most likely to understand Xander's position. The former head of the assassin corps for the White God was revered and feared among the Guardians. His wife was also Cuban and made a damn strong cup of coffee.

"Alright." Xander grunted in response. He started up the beach towards his condo.

"Short summary: Damian wants to hunt down the Others. Jonny wants the sole existing Tracker back, and Darian wants to kill the Watchers. The Watchers aren't too keen about Darian's idea." Dusty summarized.

"Be there in ten." Xander hung up, irritated at the constant interruptions this night.