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McGregor had changed, too. They were both happy with each other and had finally opened up about their relationship. No one was surprised. They had all seen the way the giant black Irishman would stare at her. Everyone saw the way she returned the smiles, too. Her porcelain skin and dirty blonde hair was in perfect contrast to his dark skin and dark eyes. He had a jaw that had been carved from stone, and she was petite even in the face. Their voices, too, were polar opposites. She was well spoken and as loud as her small frame would let her be, but his harsh accent and baritone pipes would set her to shame any day.
    Stephen had grown protective of her. The loss that they had experienced made him realize how serious their job actually was. It was the reason no one had dated before. No one had anticipated the loss, but they all knew it could happen. Gregory had handpicked most of them because of a unique set of abilities and character traits. One of those traits had been the ability to remain work oriented above all else. The rest were harder to explain.
    Marcus wondered from time to time what it was about him that had persuaded Gregory to have him recruited. He wondered if everyone could tell that he was different in one way or another. Looking at his friends he couldn’t tell that they had any special abilities, least of all Phillip. If any of them had remained the same, it was Phillip. He still wore dark glasses even when inside, rumpled clothing, and the permanent scent of scotch.
    Today was no exception. No one could tell whether or not he was awake in the darkened room. His hair was a mess, and his stubble-covered chin belied the fact that he had just recently washed himself. The subtle indications that he was actually listening came as bobs of his head or taps of his finger against his cheek. He was sitting next to the empty seat, so Marcus didn’t let his eyes linger too long. He hated the reminder that one of his teammates had been taken from him.
    The change in David Hines was obvious. He had grown more accustomed to the bodily changes that he experienced around Relics. Because of his ability to sense the objects, he found himself being guided through a grooming process. Now, he could control his urge to vomit when in close proximity to the things. He could also sense from which direction the waves of electromagnetic radiation emanated. He was becoming more and more useful and thus more accepted as a member of the tight-knit team.
    His brawny muscles flexed as he shifted in his chair. Regardless of how muscular he had become, he still resembled someone born in the Stone Age. Marcus wondered how many cans the Neanderthal had crushed with that forehead during his college years. I bet he could crush a can of peas with that thing, Marcus thought.
    Then there was Henry Bauss, his trusted friend. His dedication to the team had never been stronger. Though he had always been a team player, Henry seemed to be taking it to a new level. In his fifty-plus years of life, he had accumulated a vast store of knowledge. Now, as if he were pressed for time, he continuously shared the wealth with his friends and colleagues. They were grateful for it, especially Marcus. Though they often spoke of tactics, old jobs, and anything that might help, Marcus knew he still had a lot to learn.
    What had not changed about him was his tacky attire. Today he wore a pastel pink shirt with a lime-green tie, brown slacks, and gator-skin shoes. The man was a walking mess, but it suited his graying stubble and salt-and-pepper hair. Marcus couldn’t tell whether it was his kind blue eyes or his ridiculous mutton chops that made children giggle.
    “Are you going to join us, Marcus?” Gregory hadn’t changed a bit. His angry scowl below thick brows and a crew cut managed to make even his ridiculously large moustache menacing. He had decided the moustache was a good idea, despite everyone in the office objecting. “I’ve been talking for god-knows how