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"Yours is no ordinary work," Sebastian observed one morning, watching with startled interest as Andy disassembled and cleaned her weapons. No one was particularly expecting an answer from her; Andy never spoke until every last firearm was oiled and back in its case, her daggers and labrys razor-sharp and polished to a high shine. It was Nicky who responded, playfully tossing a piece of popcorn to Sebastian, who tried but failed to catch it in his mouth.

"We are...some might call us mercenaries. We go where we are needed, helping those in danger. Removing violent elements from the world. We do not heed boundaries of nation or ideology; we do as we feel is right."

Sebastian watched as Andy calmly whetted a machete.

"Thank the saints you felt it right to help me.. "

He started to say something else, but his attention was suddenly captured by something outside. Instantly all four others were armed, hackles raised. The scent they'd caught was disturbingly familiar: traces of it had been on Sebastian the night they'd found him. The man strolling out of the woods was a massive, muscle-bound brute whose demeanor screamed 'Special Forces'. He wore all black, from his tactical shades to his combat boots, and Joe spotted at least two holstered guns on him. He turned to address the others, but Sebastian was already bolting past him with rage in his eyes. He launched himself off the porch, slamming the man to the ground and beating him with his good arm. The others surrounded him in an instant, weapons trained on the interloper. The omega sneered in disgust as Nicky helped him to his feet.

"This is Thomas Keane, Steven's bodyguard. This is the man who killed my babies."