Zeke immediately began to bark orders at his scattered non‑mutant crew - men who'd fled when the supernatural fighting began. He then picked up a battered phone and dialled the number he had carved into his mind. The name on the other end would shake most to their core.
It rang twice.
"Dominique," Zeke said when she answered, his voice tight as a wire. He could hear her frown through the sharp, dangerous line. He only ever said her name when things were serious. "Boss. You need to sit down."
There was a flurry of noise from Dominique's end before she said. "Tell me everything. And goddammit, Zeke, stop being dramatic."
He inhaled and painted the scene - how their shipment came with an unexpected package, the fight, and Kai's demand. He braced for the volcanic fury he expected from her.
She exploded. "What the - you're going to help them? Those monsters - why are you helping those fuckers?" Her voice had steel behind it, a serpent coiling, ready to strike.
