When both Darius and Jett heard Skull speak those words, they looked right into his eyes, and the air around the table seemed to drop several degrees. Skull didn't possess the typical, heavy pressure that one might expect from a standard gang leader or a corporate shark. No, when they looked into his single good eye, both Jett and Darius felt the exact same thing. These were the eyes of a crazy person, a man for whom nothing was too far, and no act was off-limits. It was the gaze of a predator that didn't just want to win, but wanted to tear the world apart to see how it worked.
"Your student…" Darius began, his voice steady despite the tension. "Was he part of the Black Hounds? We weren't aware that the Gilt Rats had people placed directly in our ranks."
