"That's a pretty good costume you got there." The voice in his ear crackled through the tiny ear piece.
"Well, I can't have anyone recognizing me." He grumbled back angrily. "Our terms, remember?"
"Of course, I remember Mr. Dyer. It was in fact, I that came up with such terms." The voice chuckled. "Or do you need me to remind you."
"No, I don't need another reminder."
"If you save the city from the vermin that rule the city, I'll give you your pretty, picture-perfect family back."
"Unharmed." The voice confirmed. "I am a man of my word."
"Sure." Mr. Dyer answered, trying not to sound sarcastic and failing.
"You did see the paper headlines this morning, right?"
Mr. Robbie Dyer chewed the inside of his lip. He had indeed seen it. It was hard not to. It was everywhere. "Gun Lord empire brought down overnight." Well, only one of the Gun Lords had been brought down. Kane Chesterson. And Mr. Dyer had been the one that brought down the Gun Lord down the night before. And now he had to bring own the rest of the Gun Lords in the city. Before an outright fight began to get Kane's territory and such.
"How the fuck did you find out about my powers?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Language, Mr. Dyer. You don't want Mrs. Dyer to become upset and do something that would make me kill her in front of your children, do you? That could be years of psychological damage that could take years to undo."