Abigail and Lily approached Chinatown on foot. Bertram and Mort had stayed a few blocks away in the limo. After a heated discussion, it was decided that amongst all of them only Lily and the Saint had a chance against the tong in a confrontation. The Saint’s qualifications were obvious, and Lily had the club. Mort pointed out once again that the club wouldn’t stop bullets.
“This is who I am now, Mort. I accepted the responsibility of being a Guardian, once I accepted the club. I may not be good at it…I may not be worthy, but I have a duty.”
The Saint had agreed. “I’ll need help and she is the only one with an advantage despite her lack of training. It’s not ideal, but it’s all we have to work with. Besides, we can watch each other’s back.”
Mort tried calling in the Templars, the
