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“I don’t get your fucking problem, Danny, seems like Vought set you up pretty nice to me.”

“Daniel, or Dan.”

“Yeah? You damn well let the girls call you that.”

“Yes, well, unless you’re offering to bend over, Armory, there’s a pretty key distinction there.”

It wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but the flare of frustration and anger from the other man was well worth it. Daniel had spent his life carefully manipulating men like Armory, but too long in his company and the inevitable fallout of recent events had driven his patience beyond that. If Daniel wanted to pull someone’s strings, he could [i]really[/i] pull them.

“Shut the fuck up, and stop listening to that bitch, she’s going ruin this thing for the lot of us.” Armory growled, finishing lacing up one boot as they both prepared for the impending task at hand. Their first ‘real’ gig. Daniel didn’t even have to look up to guess what was going on. He felt the easing, if not fading, of Armory’s sense of anger, replaced by a sudden surge of lust.

“Nocturne.” Daniel spoke, before looking up, the figure of one of two female team members standing behind Armory, one hand draped lazily on his shoulder, although her eyes with very much on him, a studious look to her features. Judging by the sudden change in Armory’s tempremeant, she had only just made herself visible. Normally he did a good job of hiding his sixth sense from the others, but the impending mission was putting him on edge.

“Cortex, looking sharp. The uniform suits you.” Her voice was almost a purr as she studied hum further, her hand upon Armory lazily stroking back and forth. Judging by his own appreciation of Armory’s ‘true thoughts’ he was experiencing, she had him well and truly played. “It’s a shame you’re both not more on board.” Her use of his ‘Vought’ name was telling, she wasn’t playing at the moment.

“They’ve going to screw it for the rest of us.” Their honoured team leader exhaled with frustration to cap her point, his attention once again fixing on Daniel. “You were supposed to bring her under control.”

“She’s a person, not a prop, no matter how you’d prefer her.” Daniel answered simply, holding both hands up, before he made to stand, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted to their mission equipment. It had been sudden, setting them up out of a new location, equipment arriving shortly after, and a message to simply wait. This was not the high glamour of the Supes everyone saw each and every day, this was something far more serious.

His mind was suddenly struck with a considerable number of ‘minds’ inbound, serious, aggressive, but not entirely hostile, minds. It was a force of will not to react visibly, although, he was thankfully given an out quickly.
“There’s a van on its way.” Themite’s grating voice called out across the room as he stood back from a window, allowing the blind to close. He turned, his usual snear of an expression falling on Daniel before, as ever, his gaze deferred to Armory.

“Get Flux, make sure she’s ready.” Armory barked to Daniel, before reiterating; “Actually ready.”

“On it, [i]Boss[/i]”