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me?” Ethan asked. “Just shrugging?”
    “What did you want me to say?”
    Ethan didn’t answer him and instead went back to staring at the trucks and SUVs that were already parked on the street, though there didn’t appear to be anyone in them. By now they could hear the music from the park and even from this distance the band didn’t sound all that bad.
    “You know, I talked to that Gabriel kid earlier,” Cody offered.
    “Why?” Ethan asked.
    “I dunno,” Cody added . “Maybe I felt bad for him, and he did stand up to those guys for me, that has to count for something.”
    “You could have totally kicked their asses,” Ethan pointed out. “You were never in any danger.”
    “I know that,” Cody huffed. “But he didn’t, doesn’t make it any less heroic.”
    “No, makes him more stupid than anything.”
    “How do you figure that?” Ryan asked.
    “It was a tactically stupid decision,” Ethan responded. “He went into a situation without knowledge of the enemies strength and without that a backup plan.”
    “It's high school,” Ryan said, rolling his eyes. “And not everyone thinks in terms of battlefield maneuvers.”
    “I can’t think of a better place to think in terms of battlefield maneuvers.”
    “I talked to him on Facebook earlier,” Ryan added casually.
    “What? You too? What is with you guys?”
    “I felt bad for him,” Ryan said, with a shrug of his shoulders. “And it did take guts to stand up to David and his goons.”
    “We aren’t out to save everyone single person we come across,” Ethan huffed.
    “It was your idea after all,” Cody grumbled.
    “I was bored,” Ethan stated, he was not idly fiddling with the straps on his combat gloves. “Who is Sainte-Pierre supposed to be meeting again?”
    “Members of the New Aryan Nation,” Cody responded. “Think KKK on steroids, they’re plonkers, seriously bad blokes. So far they’ve managed to pull off a ton of things without getting caught.”
    Jean Saint-Pierre was a dealer in black market weapons and explosives. His glowing red eyes and near flawless skin after being alive for three hundred years or so marked him as something other than human.
    That wasn't damning in and of itself, but the real problem was that he sold weapons of every kind to pretty anyone that would pay for it. That included supernatural weaponry as well, which was what brought him to the Guardians' attention.
    “And why are we concerned again?” Ethan asked. “Other than the fact that Cody can’t speak freaking English.”
    Cody stuck his tongue out at Ethan this time.
    Ryan snorted in annoyance. “Do you ever read the briefing reports? You know those things we get at least twice a day sent to our inbox.”
    Unlike Ryan, Cody appeared to be entirely unfazed by Ethan’s lack of report reading.
    “Because we want to know why a slime bag like Saint-Pierre is meeting with a bunch more slime bags like the New Aryan Nation,” Cody explained. “Saint-Pierre is a capitalist; a murdering, ruthless, psychotic capitalist, but is still always after one thing.”
    “Money,” Ethan nodded.
    “Aye,” Cody responded, pointing at Ethan. “And since we know that Saint-Pierre can be counted on to provide a whole slew of conventional and supernatural weaponry they wanted us to check out their meeting, I’m guessing they are going to trade more than just da’s lager.”
    “The question is how the New Aryan Nation found our capitalist psychopath?”
    “More likely he found them. He probably didn’t tell them what he really was, either, or they would have never have agreed to the meeting, since they are righteously doing God’s will and all,” Cody shrugged.
    “Right,” Ryan snorted. “Cause that’s what God wants, now I just wanna go down there and hit them, thanks.”
    “Not in the mission profile,” Ethan reminded him.
    Now it was Ryan’s turn to given Ethan a rude gesture.
    “Hold on a sec, looks like we have company,” Cody said,