“Theseus was silent as he dropped into the alley, careful to avoid the growing pool of blood. He stalked towards the body, and with surgical precision, cut off the left pinky. This hit was not for the last organization that he worked for, was not about the Room at all.
No. This hit was to draw out the subjects of the latest Case that the Manager, Chrys, had assigned him. The body lying in the alley was that of one of the subject’s best soldiers, their personal army. While typically they would just replace the men shot down, Thes and Nikita had been picking them off.
Thes did not mourn.
He crouched, spread his fiery wings, and flew out of dodge before anyone could find the body.”















