a pair of aces and eights (DESERT DUO)
"Triple-Seven." Grian looks up. The silence seems to go on forever. "Yes." His superior leans forward, a rare and amused glint in his eyes. "Let's make it public knowledge that Triple-Seven has left the Watchers. And it wasn't a happy break-up." Grian takes off his hood, then his face mask. "So, what you're saying is...