"Darian!" he called. "Take a break. Jenn, c'mon."
Both figures froze, before Jenn scrambled to obey. She slung a towel over her shoulder and dropped into a deep bow before him. Amused, Damian looked at Darian and tossed his head towards the door. His brother went.
"None of that shit," Damian said. "I need you to get dressed. I have a special mission for you."
"Does Dusty …"
"I'll let him know," Damian said, well aware of how prickly the assassin got whenever Damian interfered with how he ran the Western Hemisphere.
Jenn rose. The attractive Guardian was toned and muscular, her dark hair kept in a pixie cut and her eyes large and dark. Dusty trusted her for a reason, and if Dusty trusted someone, Damian knew she was the best at what she did. He sensed her Guardian gift: the ability to manipulate minds. It served her well in her position as a spy.
"It's the Black God, isn't it?" she asked in a quiet tone.
"How is it I'm always the last to know what's going on?" Damian growled, crossing his arms.
She looked down and stepped away, trotting to the locker room. He watched her go, suspecting he'd missed more than he thought during the few months he spent with Jule in Europe. He didn't have time to figure out what, not with the Black God waiting for him to deliver Jenn.
When she returned fully dressed and armed to the teeth, he held out his hand. She took it, and he Transported them to the small storage room.
The Black God whirled from the far side of the room, his gaze immediately going to Jenn. The vamp standing beside Jonny was as big as any of Damian's Guardians, with eyes that glowed red.
"Hi, Jenn," the Black God said with some awkwardness that revealed his age.
"Hi Jonny," she purred.
"Jenn, your mission is to help the Black God root out traitors and find out what the Others are doing," Damian said, interested in the dynamics between the two. "Train him how to run his own operatives."
"Czerno had no spy network, ikir," she said. "You want me to help him set one up?"
"Yep," Damian said. He exchanged a look with her, and understanding crossed her face.
"Will do, Boss," she said.
"Charles here has been offered up by Jonny in exchange for your help for a thirty-day ceasefire. You will be safe, or the Black God has my personal promise that I'll wipe him off the planet."