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reported Hunter signs just last week.  “In addition, several of us are worried about the Hunters getting their hands on another young Focus, one Thomas’s Detroit Crows have named the Clumsy Angel.  She transformed this year and is clearly going to develop into one of the top Focuses, if she gets the time and space to do so.  In my meditations, Detroit is a lure, but none of my friends can figure out if it’s a lure for me or for everybody.”  He stood and poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher on Shadow’s desk.  “If you don’t mind me asking, Shadow, have you given any thought into aiding the Rizzari rebellion?”
    “I have, and I have,” Shadow said.  “At Occum’s request.  Focus politics are perilous, though, and I must tread cautiously.”  Gilgamesh nodded in sympathy.  Focus politics gave him hives.  “I support her goals, of course, but I fear I would make things worse for her if I make any blunders.”
    “I have a thought on the subject,” Gilgamesh said.  “I know several of us who look to you as a Guru are up to our necks in the rebellion, but we’re doing things piecemeal.  A little top-down organization might not hurt.”
    “Alas, because of some old Crow agreements, I cannot do that,” Shadow said.  “At least directly.  However, those agreements do not cover voluntary coordination, say by a Crow like yourself already known for his organizational talents.  If you’re up to such a post, I can back you in this.”
    Transform doublethink.  Shadow would be using Gilgamesh as his front man.  “Okay.  I’m in.”
    Shadow tapped his fingers restlessly on his knee.  “I just had a thought about our earlier subject.  Although I can’t tell you the details, I can tell you that the number of Gurus and, ahem, Guru of Guru Crows is not fixed.  One possibility for Rogue Crow is someone who’s gained the powers of one of these most senior Crows, but doesn’t have the recognition.  This fits with Wandering Shade’s somewhat abrasive personality, as well.  In addition, you do need to know that Wandering Shade isn’t the only Crow who maintains multiple identities.  The ruse is far more common than you think.”
    Gilgamesh nodded.  Sky had mentioned Shadow worked with the FBI using a different identity.  “That makes things all the harder.”
    “Indeed it does.  Gilgamesh, don’t rest on your laurels.  One of Rogue Crow’s goals is to sow dissent among the leaders of the Crows and Focuses, and his plan is working.  None of us can trust anyone until Rogue Crow is completely unmasked.  Be careful.”
    “I will.  Don’t worry – I will.”
     
    Enkidu: August 14, 1968
    Enkidu smiled.  The First National Bank looked perfect for his plans.  Their security sucked and they hadn’t been hit by anyone for years, not even by the goddamned Talking Arm when the bitch had lived in Chicago.  All he needed to do was to go back to Chicago, do his daily hunt, run Urine through his lessons, then collect Cleo and the Gals.  He would be back in Indianapolis by tomorrow evening for the job.  He would be set for another year, and wouldn’t have to worry any more about cash when his Master came up with another of his screwy and expensive plans.
    Before then, though, he had to eat.  In his man form, Enkidu might be able to pass as a normal human, but he still had to eat like a beast.  He still had all his mass and his muscles, which meant a hell of a lot of food.  A good steak dinner would hit the spot.  Two steaks.  Perhaps three.
    The good joints wouldn’t be open for business for another twenty minutes, though.  Perhaps he would get some burgers as a snack first.
    Then he picked up a dim metapresence flash, driving by on the freeway.  A Crow!  Driving a vehicle!  Too bad he couldn’t chase down Crows in his man form or he would bag one for his Master.
    He waved, and of all things, the Crow waved back.  Enkidu blinked in shock as he metasensed the Crow.