We walk into an interrogation room. We sit, them on one side, me on the other. I sit crisscross-applesauce in the chair, like I usually do.

   We sit in an unpleasant silence. Waiting for one of us to enter the code to enter speech. Wait... sorry habit of mine to think in coding.

"Why are you really here? Who are you?" Dynamite demands

"To stop a mafia like organization, of course!" I cheerfully say. This is... going well?

"What do you mean... um" Red Riot asks

"They call me Shadow. Just your friendly local yakuza," fiddle with the goggles on my hand, and look down "and what I mean is that the hero killings being done by Dark Flame is an order by the people they're working for."

"What the hell do you mean 'people they're working for'?" Dynamite is getting frustrated, but he asked the question I wanted

"Um how do I explain it. A hit is called by the people in charge of the... basically mafia, and Dark Flame is the one who does it."

"Then what are you. A pink eyed weirdo?" Dynamite gives a rhetorical question, I think

"The support engineer, well, tech person in general." I look up at both of them "I am low ranking but deal with top level shit. I know what they want and can guess what they are using it for."

"So... you don't know there plan but want to stop them?" Red Riot says

"Sounds suspicions." Dynamite glares at me

Do I look calm?! I sure as hell aren't! Some days I love my poker face!

"Yes I want to help! But on my terms." As I finish that statement both of them stare at me.

AND YA FUCKED UP DIDN'T YOU!

"How much do you know." Red Riot almost growls, he's being serious

I sign, and concentrate on thinking. I cross my eyes when thinking. I don't know why but I do.

"Almost everyone's location all the time, names, quirks, ages, and other info you'd find on police reports and more... um. How to get into every system they have?"

They look at each other, as if debating which algorithm to go with in this. Dynamite signs and looks at me.

"What are your terms, Shadow?" Dynamite finally responds

"I want myself, and others like me, to be let off as easy as possible. If possible I want to be scot free. Zero criminal record."

"What do you mean by others like you?" They ask at the same time

"... I have people who want out. Me and some others were forced to work for them..." I whisper at the end

   They look shocked. I don't want to say more about this.

"Is this fine with you?" Is all I say

"Y-yeah. When will me get information about this group?"

"My off days are Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday. And it's not a 'group' it's called 'the Family of Darkness'."

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