Hope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever had. Ah, hope. Sometimes, I really hated it.

The band geek has liquor?

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero