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last night," he said between drinks.
    It irritated Fox to no end when users like Carter squandered their gifts the way he did. She had spent her entire life training and honing her skills to perfection. With no powers like Carter's to speak of, she was an oddity in their community, an ordinary human who had risen to be a member of the greatest team of powered individuals in the world, the All Americans. Meanwhile, Carter wasted his god given gifts by letting his addiction to drugs get the better of him.
    "You still on your medication?" she asked.
    "What are you my therapist?" he asked in a gravelly tone.
    "You look like hell. Have you been working?"
    "I've done a thing or two for the government here and there. Just making enough to get by."
    She put her hands on her bony hips, "What are you doing here Carter?"
    He hesitated a moment before telling her, "I was attacked in my apartment."
    "Well I can't say that I'm surprised," she said.
    "You're not?" he asked.
    "What do you think happens when you make a public vow to take down the head of one of the most dangerous cartels in the entire country?" she asked, "Do you have a death wish or something?"
    "You saw the paper I take it?" He took a seat at her kitchen table and motioned for her to sit.
    "I'll stand, thanks," she said. "Yes, I saw the paper, everyone saw the paper."
    Their eyes shot up to the ceiling as something in the second story of the home went thump. Carter, jumpy from the earlier attack, jumped up from his seat.
    "It's just Alaric," she said motioning for him to remain calm.
    The last thing she needed was some terrified Scorcher burning down her house. Carter shot her a disgusted look at the mention of the man. Alaric was what they called an Enforcer; possessing super human strength, built like a Roman god, and was nearly indestructible.
    "He still leading the All Americans?" Carter asked.
    "You know damn well he's still the leader of the All Americans," she said. "He's not a bad guy when you get to know him."
    "You know, why am I defending him to you anyway?" she questioned, mostly to herself; she had lost all patience for his nonsense at this point.
    "Defending who?" A shirtless, Alaric asked coming around the corner from the hallway.
    Even disturbed from sleep in the dead of night, he was still a specimen to behold. Toned muscles and a chiseled jawline were accentuated by precision cut light brown hair that was tousled just so; he looked like he walked off a magazine cover, modeling designer pajamas. Carter was no slouch himself in the looks department, but Alaric's visual perfection, coupled with his genuine personality, and the fact he was now banging the only woman Carter had ever loved, iced the cake of his inferiority complex.
    "No one." She shot Carter an angry glare of her own. "You want some coffee?" she asked as Alaric took a seat across the table from Carter.
    "No I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Alaric asked, but before Carter could utter a single word, Fox cut him off.
    "Assassins attacked him in his apartment," she said.
    "I never said it was assassins," Carter said.
    "Its the Cartel. They always send assassins. What else would they send? The Girl Scouts?" She placed a hand on Alaric's shoulder and noticed Carter wince from the corner of her eye. It had been years, but he obviously still had feelings for her.
    "Well that's what happens when you're involved in the types of things you're involved in," Alaric said plainly. The man showed no emotion whatsoever on his marble features.
    "And what exactly are those types of things?" Carter asked his tone drenched in sarcasm.
    "The types of things that got you kicked off the team," Alaric said.
    All three of them knew exactly what Alaric was referring too. Carter had been forcibly removed from the All Americans after a particularly bad bender that ended with him in jail, a smudge on the team's otherwise perfect record. The media had a heyday with the story, and despite his disposition, Alaric was