“It’s a pity the interns couldn’t make it; they were quite delightful young Heroes.” Iliana was smiling placidly from the other side of the limo, looking for all the world like she was making polite conversation. Which she really might be, Bloodfyre had to remind himself. They’d found reasons to be suspicious, but that wasn’t the same as full-blown proof of criminal plans. While this job made the people who did it more paranoid with every passing year, Bloodfyre tried to remember that most people told fibs not because of grand schemes but out of petty desires or insecurities. Iliana was probably such an example. At the very least, he should treat her that way until he had proof to the contrary.
“It is a shame,” Unseelie agreed. “Sadly, manpower was needed elsewhere. We are trying to keep abreast of any potential threats to your safety during the visit, and that means a lot of bodies to look into possible issues.”
“Anything we should be aware of?” Steven didn’t speak much, Bloodfyre had noticed, and when he did it was always related to the job they were doing or their security. It certainly wasn’t a crime to shy away from small talk, Bloodfyre himself appreciated the comfort of silence, however it was an odd trait to find in an international diplomat. Talking was, ostensibly, a big part of the job.
Unseelie shook her head. “Nothing substantial yet. Just a few rumors about potential Super-involvement in the disputes about what people control what territory. The police have the overall situation largely in hand, but it’s not unheard of for people to try and buy up Supers as muscle in these situations, so we’re taking every report of potential Supers very seriously. The interns are helping run down one of those cases. Hopefully it will turn out to be just more bluster.”
Of the many traits Bloodfyre admired about Unseelie, her tendency toward truthfulness was among the highest on the list. That wasn’t to say she never told a fib, anyone keeping a secret identity was going to have to fudge the truth here and there, but as a whole she rarely resorted to such tactics unless truly necessary. Even in her explanation to Iliana, Unseelie had said only true things. She’d shifted the context and left out a few details, but her words had all been honest and accurate. Probably a good policy when dealing with international diplomats. If this did turn into trouble, they had to worry about the possibility that the government would side with UA over the Wayward Wraiths. Heroes were important, especially ones with a reputation like their team, but Bloodfyre didn’t imagine for a moment that they’d be seen as more valuable than an entire country of Supers to ally with.
“And what if it’s not just bluster?” Iliana asked. “What if it does turn out to be a threat?”
“Then I have full confidence they will handle it. Bayou is one of the most skilled, capable Heroes I’ve ever worked with, and all of our interns this year bring amazing gifts to the team. It would take an incredibly powerful Super to defeat all of them, especially working together.”
A flash of surprise flickered across Iliana’s face. “Interesting. Most Heroes I’ve met, they would have said there was no threat that could defeat their team. But you do consider it a possibility?”
“Of course. No matter how good Bayou is or how gifted those interns are, there will always be Supers with enough raw power to overcome it. Maybe through luck, force, or wit, but it could be done. There have been Supers who could wipe out entire cities, I’d be foolish to think there was no threat my team couldn’t face. Even if we were all together, working at our best, it’s possible that we could lose.”
“Not exactly the most reassuring thing to hear right before we’re about to go strolling around what I’m told is a rough neighborhood,” Steven pointed out.
“Assuming victory as a given is a dangerous mindset, one that is often short-lived.” Unseelie wasn’t giving ground; her voice was as sure and confident as ever. “Every threat has the potential to be the last one we face. If I forgot that, assumed we were so powerful that nothing could beat us, I would grow lax. My surety would sow the seeds of our defeat. Better to know that death is always there, waiting with scythe in hand for the moment I over-estimate myself or my team. We fight smart, hard, and careful, and that’s why our team has such a good record. I’d think you’d prefer bodyguards who took every threat seriously, rather than ones who made needless mistakes.”
Bloodfyre’s eyes wandered to Steven, taking in the man’s expression. Did he know about Unseelie’s past? It wasn’t exactly a secret, few things that Heroes did ever were for an abundance of reasons, but it also wasn’t something that got talked about a lot. Those questions had gotten dangerously close to the tragedy of Unseelie’s own internship, and while she might be okay talking about it Bloodfyre resented seeing this near-stranger pick at her mental scab.
Thankfully, Iliana stepped back in, retaking control of the conversation in short order. “I, for one, absolutely appreciate that, Unseelie. To that topic, are there strategies you’d like us to have in place if something does happen? Maybe a code word to have us jump behind the car or run out of sight?”
“When things go crazy, people tend to forget codes they haven’t had drilled into them. Just listen to Bloodfyre and me, do exactly what we say, and keep your heads down. I truly hope no one out here will be dumb enough to step up against two Heroes with reputations like ours, but there’s no accounting for people’s stupidity. If a problem does occur, we’ll work to handle it as quickly as possible. But, and this part is really important, if you see either of us get killed then you need to bolt. Call the DVA, I’m sure within minutes they’ll have agents and more Heroes teleported in to help, but do it while running. Anyone strong enough to kill us is going to be dangerous, and the further you are from them the better the chances you’ll survive.”
Despite the slight nod of her head, Iliana seemed conflicted. “I must confess, it goes against the grain of my nature to entertain the idea of leaving someone behind like that. Especially when you’ll have put yourself in harm’s way for our sake in the first place.”
This time, it was Bloodfyre who replied. “Don’t think of it as running; think of it as protecting the mission. Given our level of training and experience, anyone who can kill us will probably make short work of you two. Better you flee and call in backup to help whichever one of us is still alive at that point. And even if it fails and we’re both dead, if you’re alive it will mean we went down completing our mission. Death is awful, for the ones left behind as much as those lost, and it’s a lot worse when you see someone go out failing to do their job. At least when Heroes die as part of a successful mission, it feels like they went out accomplishing something. So you running wouldn’t just be for your sake, it would be for the ones mourning us as well.”
“I shall endeavor to keep that in mind if peril appears, although I dearly hope no such situation presents itself,” Iliana said. “If today leads to nothing more than kind words and telling our people they can come home, I would be quite happy.”
The limo began to slow down, easing to a stop. Through the window, Bloodfyre could see the stares that the vehicle was getting, but this was the armored car that Iliana and Steven had purchased, so they had to make do with it. Together, he and Unseelie exchanged a look before grabbing the door handles.
“Both of you wait here for a moment,” Unseelie said. “Bloodfyre and I will do a quick sweep, and if everything looks clear then you can exit and we’ll get this job underway.”