Tank POV
Fixer told another story that tore at my heartstrings. That woman had seen more of the dark side of life than most do in a lifetime, male or female. I rocked her back and forth, like I remembered my mother would do when I was upset. I waited for her to settle.
Her sniffles slowed to just the occasional blow of her nose, and she started to run her hand over my arm, squeezing my bicep, as if testing it. Mind you, her hand barely managed to get much of a hold; it was a large bicep. Mr. Universe had nothing on me, and mine was all natural, nothing steroid-enhanced.
I brought up the subject of Savage; his face reminded me of someone I had seen, or met, or possibly a photo of. But still couldn't place it. Bringing in Dirk was a good idea from Fixer; he hired him, so we should be able
