“I thought you said they knew how to fight?” Valeria craned her head to look at the man she sent to get you. You felt like an animal caged into a zoo, and she was the Spector sizing you up.

“They don’t look like they’ve ever touched anything resembling a gun.” She waved her hand as if to dismiss you, but she heard your scoff at her statement and she took a step closer, almost threateningly.

“When someone has something to say, they say it. Do you have something you need to say?”