His voice was smooth and assured, even more so than his movements which showed that Melbourne was his town, and it unfolded according to his command. Dan hated him. In fact, as Dan trailed behind the laughter and animated critiques of the world of food and music, he admitted that he’d always hated Halo. He’d hated him on the first day, back when they were brought together under the pretense of becoming the next generation of heroes. For years he’d put up with Halo’s desperation to come out on top. It didn’t matter that no one else was playing the game. Halo made sure he was the winner and that everyone else around him was crushed in the process. The Mad Russian often compared Halo and Dan, and no one was ever left with any doubt about where the old man’s favors fell. “This isn’t your lucky night is it?” Halo’s voice reached Dan and he looked up to see Halo leaning against the brick wall, his head angled down towards Miranda who looked up at him like some groupie.
