He'd held out and not returned to the club until the job was done.
He'd met back up with Bastion as planned, the two or so weeks providing some time for some things to settle. They'd be moving up to the next phase of their very long plan.
Kainon had basically been doing wet work and was expecting to be brought in on more crucial aspects after this last job. It had grated that he needed to prove his worth, after what he had been in the Netherrealm.
Bastion was already at his soundproof booth when he arrived. He was laughing uproariously with three of the dancers. They seemed to be having a great time, drinking the expensive champagne he had bought them, though Kainon expected they were just very good at their jobs.
He stood just outside the booth, its doors open. He hadn't seen Ronnie a
