Marx checked out his teammates. Two women, two men, and a robot who thought it was a woman. He felt slightly outnumbered.
He’d grown to respect their talents over the last few weeks, but some he liked more than others. This Axel smelled like the people from The Spire, who’d taken him from his family as a child. Secret and psychic. Young enough that Marx felt comfortable calling him “Kid”, he could be another breakaway, like Marx. Or he could be a spy trying to pull him back. Either way, he’d be watched.
Angel seemed competent, if stern. Pretty enough, and she’d been a sheriff. He appreciated lawmen...er...law women. He’d worked with them quite a bit as a detective, and later as a Star Knight.
Summer was more akin to the type he’d hunted over the last twelve years. Brash. Liked bucking the system. She was hot, though. That, at least, was in her favor.
And the robot. Android. Whatever they were calling themselves, now. He didn’t have much of an opinion about cybernetic people. As long as she didn’t leak oil on the floor, he didn’t care much.
He went back to looking at the portraits, memorizing them.
“Do any of them have any psionic ability? Cybernetics? Just want to know who we’re dealing with.”
