“I’m not takin’ responsibility for this,” Ayato grunts, ducking away from a heavy swing of the dove’s axe-like quinque, “we’d be done and outta here if you’d just done what I said.”

Surrounded by doves isn’t how he wanted to spend his day. Working alongside you on any job was already something he was loathe to do, but this had been meant to be a recon mission. In and out without anyone noticing.

Your cover had been well and truly blown.