Janus is hunting. It looks like play, but anyone who's ever hunted anything knows that there's tricks to it, even when the kill looks like sudden death and that's all. For the hunter, it goes in phases. Tracking and preparation. Risks, always, of running into unexpected sorcery— mind-reading, all that comic book shit. And always the obstacle too, of giving into fear of the unknown.

What does anyone know about the Enhanced, anyway? What do the Enhanced know about themselves?

Janus wonders if Vex is here. But they wouldn't be able to kill him even if he was. So they buy the pretty girl a drink, flash her a grin. Two weeks ago they'd paid for a fucking teeth whitening because Giovanni was getting on them about that, and about getting married and all this shit, so-- why not? It's easy. "Hey," he says, offering her a hand. "David." Lying's easy. "What's your name?"