[b]Wire[/b]

"I don't get it; why do you all have codenames? Just makes you sound like you have issues."

Howard and Wire walked through the gloom. The car had dropped them off close to the residence. They had had bags placed over their heads on the ride there, but Wire already knew where they were. Maps were the first thing he had to memorise if he was going to do his job efficiently. But as to who lived there? He wasn't entirely sure. A few names came to mind, but he had no way of being certain which of those this place belonged to. Either way, it would be someone who has their guns aimed at Legion, and Legion had their guns aimed at them. Seeing as there was word of trouble for the big boss, the few meta's the Outfit had were being sent this way. Or at least, they should be: they were valuable assets to the lower level bosses, and most wouldn't willingly give them up. Not to someone whose power was currently questionable. Well Howard here had a track record for being unruly, and given the latest incident, they happily would send him to back up the boss. The police they can handle, but having an unruly meta would only attract the League. And no one yet could handle the League.

The opportunity he had been working for arose: Howard was being sent directly to the big boss, the head honcho, and Wire just so happened to be able to calm him down. He easily negotiated to tag along with him, and entertained the idea of acting as a bodyguard. He'd get closer to the man behind the crimes, and he'd find himself in the good graces of one of Legion's main competitors. And Legion was a threat he was determined to neutralise.

"Issues?" Questioned the masked man.

"Yeah, issues. Like you got diddled by your creepy uncle or someing."

Wire gave Howard a two second pause. "Well. I can't exactly speak for everyone else; but for me, its a bit more practical than 'just sounding cool'."

"How d'ya mean?" The large man queried.

"I work with some dangerous people. What happens if they're unhappy with my performance? What happens if people I'm working against are unhappy with [i]me[/i] for working against them?"

"Ah, ok. So it's to cover your ass.. But whats with the poncy names? Why're you not just anonymous?"

"Doesn't really help your business if you don't have a name." Wire replied factually.

"Alright, get your point. Still don't get the poncy names."

"Probably to inspire hope. Or some other idealistic crap."

"Heh. Probably, the self righteous idiots."

They walked along up the path, and Howard furrowed his brow. Wire let some static creep through his mask as he let out a sigh.

"Ask away." He said with a tired tone.

"Why Wire? I mean, Olympia is some chick from the olympics or some sh.. crap. But why Wire? What the hell's that all about?"

Wire gave him a hard look through his mask. "On my first job, a guy tried to choke me out. I still don't know how I didn't end up dead, or killing him." He lied.

Howard raised his hands in a mock apology for bringing it up. It would seem he didn't like talking about the grimier side of the business with him. Maybe because he showed his vulnerable side to him, albeit unintentionally. Maybe because he'd gained some respect for him. Wire didn't want to put that to the test, but for the time being, he had made an ally. And he noted that Howard had stopped himself from swearing. A smiled crept inside of his mask.

They were coming up to the front entrance now when some guards stopped them. They seemed to recognise Howard, but they kept their guns tracked on Wire. He now had to rely on his new friend to get him to where he had been working towards for months. He was exceptionally nervous, although his relaxed posture as usual gave none of this away.