"The bounty could be an issue." And wasn't that an understatement. Nobody did assassination like the Hellfire Club. It was practically in the bylaws.

She moved to sit in her chair behind the desk, the computer blinking to life without a touch. As she started sending out searches for information on Shaw and Crane, she leaned back in her seat and eyed Marcelo speculatively. "It's curious that a room full of people was affected, except for you. Why do you suppose that was?"