"Been slacking, Triple Threat? Shame, shame." Dom swaggered into the apartment as if it were his own, gaze sweeping from side to side in appraisal. There was always the chance one of Ryan's neighbors would hear the ruckus and call the cops.
He hoped so.
"If you waited this long, Cross, you can wait awhile longer." Exit points, noted and ignored. Weapons, rack and head in the back, inconsequential. Dom sized up Ryan's home as he circled the other god, a hungry land shark who moved fluid as a tidal wave but with a complete lack of stealth.
You'd never know it to look at him, but being in the same room as Ryan soothed Dom. Put him near the U.S. Military and all his ducks fell into a neat little row. "Unless they've got you on op. Are you on op, soldier?"