“My name you know,” Janus began. “I am of Polish-German descent, my family having moved here after the war. I am thirty-seven years of age.
When I was young, it was recognized I had, shall we say, certain skills others did not. I showed an extreme lack of fear, and strength disproportionate to my size. You can see I am not the biggest of men. I was taken in and given training to augment the raw talents I showed.”
“So what were you doing at the museum?” Madden asked.
“Don’t jump ahead,” Eva said with a frown.
“I can think of a much more pertinent question,” Janus replied. “Who trained me? The time has come for you to be given some answers. The organisation I represent is known by the acronym ‘ARC’.” Janus waited, looking between her and Madden, seemingly for them to register some knowle
