Fisher maintained his composure. Inside, he was growing more and more angry. As far as he was concerned, Slade was working for him. That he should go behind his back was outrageous.
Because of the way Fisher thought, he had believed that in forming a partnerhip, Slade would have to report to him. But this was just a personal foible.
Fisher looked at Slade amiably enough. "Yes, that was when I saw Dan- Arrow, if you please. And had he not distracted me, I would likely have the boy under my command now. As it stands ... I've been shot, and he got away."
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Art had heard the words Dimensional Containment Factor and grew cold. He'd had a brush with them before: in one of his first assignments as a bounty hunter, he'd been hired to capture a zombie-like creature that had escaped their offices. They'd paid him a handsome sum for bringing it back, but they had severely given him the creeps. Particularly the man he'd interacted with. Macker, his name had been.
"I think I know where to go," he said matter of factly.
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