Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.?
―Peter S. Beagle,?The Last Unicorn
Damien MacQueen holstered his gun as he reached the old abandoned ruins of the Detroit train station. Many years ago the station had fallen into disrepair, and he had moved the Brotherhood's international headquarters from Boston to Detroit. It was a city that many people had given up on, but for his needs, that made it perfect. A crumbling city with high crime rates tended to draw in supernatural creatures, the sort who would make plays for local power.
Not on my watch
As he got closer, he touched the barbed-wire fence that surrounded the building. A normal human couldn't see what was really there. Hundreds of cleverly cra
