28JaxMy guys aren’t the kind of guys you find walking around an office building. Sure, we had a shop that was pretty tidy, all things considered, and we took care of ourselves—most of us, anyway—but in the end, we weren’t the clean, pretty types. The people walking with me as we marched through the front courtyard of the office building downtown were evidence enough of that. They were a rag-tag group, grim and gruesome from our fight with the Slayers, and we looked more than a little out of place.
Some wore leathers. Most wore at the very least their Reaper jacket, though the Vultures, save Blackbird, had all left to return home, claiming the last of this wasn’t their fight anymore. Most wore jeans. There were some who had bandanas tied around their heads, some had sunglasses, and we all
