Dim light

Tyrone caught me outside the hotel.

"Well Estrange! What's going on? You look happy."

"Hey!"

Did I look happy? I guess, despite the chaos in my head, I felt happy.

"You did well holding your tongue, man. Marcus wants to pull it out," he continued, resuming his way.

I sighed.

"Sorry for leaving you to handle it. Are you upset?"

"You know me, its part of my pleasure." His hand waved the air between us. "You know Marcus! I'll keep an eye on him. You're on his blacklist! Do not make one step astray, my friend. See you!"

Mont Blanc, Winter 2010 France

At first I was surprised to see that a strange affinity had arisen between Tyrone and I. Out of everyone, it was Tyrone that annoyed me most during this mission. Maybe that's why we had been chosen for the suicide mission. We both had extraordinary abilities, such different capabilities, but were simultaneously complementary. We were part of two different companies. Tyrone was an Alpine.