Ender hummed. “So, before giving you your first task, I have a question. One I should have probably asked yesterday. So, I know Cyrus here—” The Gorgon pointed back at Cyrus with his thumb. “—is a bubble blowing baby when it comes to committing crimes, but what exactly is your comfort level when it comes to doing illegal shit?”
A bark of laughter forced its way out of Killian’s mouth at the descriptors, as Cyrus, who was obviously paying more attention than he first thought, growled, “Ender…”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone describe him that way.”
The Gorgon smirked. “Who would dare?”
“Not many,” Killian said with a snicker, before asking, “Crimes in general, or cyber?”
“Cyber. Though, I suppose it would be good to know how you feel about both.”
“Unlike Cyrus, I have no qualms about doing illegal shit, digital or otherwise. As long as the reasons are sound, I don’t think I have a line, aside from preferring to not do anything that purposely harms innocent people. But one really can’t be a hacker and keep everything above board.”
“I can’t refute that last part.” Ender grabbed a tablet off the desk and handed it over, simply saying, “Dig.”
Killian eyed the tablet, and after scrolling, the only thing he found on it was a list of names—fifty in total.
His gaze flicked to Ender as he asked, “So, you just want me to dig into these people? Is there anything specific that you want me to look for?”
The Gorgon hummed. “No hints, just dig.”
He pursed his lips before slowly murmuring, “Okay…”
Ender eyed the large gymnasium as he sat up in the bleachers waiting for the show to begin on the sparring mat in front of him.
The room was rectangular shaped, with black walls and silver floors. There were only two doors. The one behind him on the wall to his left that led to the changing rooms, and the double doors on the wall to his right that went into the hall.
Bleachers lined the walls, while the floor was taken up by eight built-in sparring mats. With hovering ropes around each mat, there were also at least two benches beside each. Aside from a group sparring in the corner opposite where he was, the only other people there were those standing around the mat nearest him.
He smirked when Killian entered, the Siren swiftly walking over to sit next to him.
Killian’s eyes were on the various half-dressed individuals in the gym, as he mused, “Not that I’m not grateful for the eye candy, but why am I here?”
“Wait for it,” he snickered. The man had been there for six days, and he figured the Siren deserved a little reward. Or Ender did, at least.
He let out a loud whistle of appreciation when Cyrus walked out from the changing rooms. The man was shirtless and in sweatpants, his thickly muscled chest and arms fully on display.
“The man’s a hard ass, but that chest of his…” he groaned. “Fine pair of tits!”
Killian made a choking sound before bursting into giggles. “So that’s the real reason you bit him back on the ship.”
Ender chuckled. “No, that was just instinct. He was lucky I wasn’t leaking poison at the time.”
“I imagine.”
It was nothing to do with luck, actually. Ender had to make a conscious choice to bring forward the poison, and it was something he could only do when awake. Apparently, making the choice in a nightmare was not enough.
After what appeared to be a quick conversation between the people standing around, Cyrus walked onto the mat with another man, and the two started to spar.
Ahh, look at those tawny bronze muscles move.
Killian snorted, the man’s eyes fixed on the mat. “So that’s why you called me here. To watch the fun.”
“Exactly!”
“Is there a particular schedule for sparring?” the Siren asked with interest after a moment.
“Somewhat. Most of my people need to stay in shape and ready, so we have two other gyms like this. For each, thereare sign-ups to join the various sparring groups, which will get you added to their training schedule. Though it’s up to the individual's schedule as to how many times they actually join in.”
