I had a few choice words for my fearless leader. He answered on the first ring and I wasted no time laying into him. "Why in the hell did you not tell me that the C.O. here was a Djin, Marcus? A friggin’ Djin!" Marcus's voice was the epitome of calm when he spoke. "Sentinel C.O.s must maintain their anonymity, Trumaine. And I’m sure you’re aware that divulging that information is against company policy." By now, I was pacing back and forth in front of the open blinds, oblivious to the stinging light that was coming into the room. "Screw policy, Marcus, the man's a goddamn ancient. I need to know every possible factor when I'm working a case. Maybe if I had known ahead of time, I wouldn't feel so blindsided by the fact that the Gullah that drew Tristan here descended from Descantes." Silence is far from golden at times. Listening to the quiet line was downright painful. I knew that Marcus was mentally kicking himself right about now, as well he should be. "Does Descantes know you're aware of this?" See another reason I loved having Marcus as a C.O..
