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"DALLON, WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO THE HONORS?"
The holographic face of the techie lit up at Brendon's offer, and he gave a huge grin and enthusiastic nod in response.
"Hell yeah! Okay, so..." Dallon rubbed his hands together before furiously typing on his keyboard, once again delivering virtual pockets of information to his colleagues on the other side, "First up on the hit list is Jack of Hearts. He was involved in a scuffle with Corporation a few years ago after they killed his father for his invention – 'Zero Fluid' – during which he was accidently doused with it and developed superpowers."
"Who're they sending after him?" Dean queried, pursing his lips and tilting his head down as he took a stand in front of the hologram.
A photograph of a bulky man clad in a green suit gripping onto some form of a hang-glider appeared next to Dallon's face.
"Night Flyer. He's a hit man slash mercenary who is also in a weird symbiotic relationship with his hang-glider. I know; that was my reaction, too," Dallon informed as he saw the men's faces contort in disgust, "Anyway, he's a kind of... I guess you could call him a 'realistic humanoid artificial assassin'."
Roman let out a low whistle and folded his arms as he tossed a taunting smirk at Dallon. "Wow, Weekes. You come up with that all by yourself?"
A snigger was traded between The Hounds while Dallon simply gave a sarcastic laugh in response before bringing things back to the important topic.
"Jack lives in New Jersey, so travelling won't be an issue," Dallon informed, relaxing back into his swivel-chair and twirling a pen in his right hand, gesturing with the left, "Which is a really good thing, 'cause you only have eight hours in which to prepare for this. K, bye."
The holographic representation of Dallon disappeared before anyone had a chance to respond to his last comment, leaving five out of the six men groaning in protest.
"Okay, so what now? Anyone have any plans they wanna share?" Spalding arched his brows and leaned with his palms flat on the tabletop, focusing on The Architect with a hopeful expression, "Rollins?"
"We hardly know anything about this Night Flyer guy," Seth scrunched his face and held his hands up, taking a few steps back to indicate that he didn't have any brilliant plans to share at present, "I'm gonna need a little more time to come up with something that could work."
