That's only fair: Dwayne is the face-man for a lot of people in his own organization that would rather stay hidden. He's got resources and defenses and he's willing to take the risk, but plenty of others aren't...and he wouldn't ask them to.
Especially when they've been sold out by their own kind. Alphas selling their own is something that Dwayne has seen first-hand, and more other atrocities than he'd like to think about. Just as much of his network is about giving the refugees a place to go, as about fighting them free, anyway, so every bit of help, whether it's a gun at his side in a fight or just a check passed quietly along in an envelope is needed and welcome.
"Throwing in a wild card like lycanthropy doesn't change the fact that people will do horrible shit to each other," he says, shaking his head. "Even their own so-called families." The scars on his leg are a cold reminder of that. "Having both humans and shifters working with us helps, though. We take whatever help we can get, and we...mostly get along. Trust doesn't always come easy, but, well...considering what we're working with? That's pretty much a given." He reaches up to smooth down his short copper hair, cut nearly military-short. Some habits die hard, though if he were really keeping the military habits he'd be clean-shaven, too. He likes the beard, though- and not just because he can shave it off to change his look in a hurry if he has to.
And he raises eyebrows at Josh's grin, tilting his head. "The only problem is that the 'right kind' of trouble is kind of a random draw against 'oh shit', 'oh hell no', and 'this again?'" He does smile a bit, though, responding to that grin with some humor of his own. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't used to trouble.
Plus, he likes the light in Josh, if it's sincere. He wants it to be genuine, even if it's tempered by the realism that years of life experience has given him. He rolls his shoulders, stretching, and sighs. This has turned out to be a longer day than he expected, but it's still workable. Maybe better than workable, if it turns out well. "We might be waiting a few days, so we'll see what happens, but you'll get your check-ins," he says, already going over the timeline in his head. Mira will need a couple of days to work, and unless things go horribly wrong, he doubts he'll hear back from her sooner than twenty-four hours. It might be much longer, depending on how long she needs to get a full account of the property and put together a plan. "In the meantime, we lay low and wait to get called in, mainly, and you take care of that knock on the head. So pretty much, staying out of trouble, because keeping you locked up in the storage shed so you don't blow the whole mission is still Plan B." He gives a wry smile, copper eyebrows raised.
Which doesn't mean that he means it any less. If sitting on Josh- literally, if need be- means getting the operation done without anyone getting killed, then Dwayne is perfectly happy to do it.
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Especially when they've been sold out by their own kind. Alphas selling their own is something that Dwayne has seen first-hand, and more other atrocities than he'd like to think about. Just as much of his network is about giving the refugees a place to go, as about fighting them free, anyway, so every bit of help, whether it's a gun at his side in a fight or just a check passed quietly along in an envelope is needed and welcome.
"Throwing in a wild card like lycanthropy doesn't change the fact that people will do horrible shit to each other," he says, shaking his head. "Even their own so-called families." The scars on his leg are a cold reminder of that. "Having both humans and shifters working with us helps, though. We take whatever help we can get, and we...mostly get along. Trust doesn't always come easy, but, well...considering what we're working with? That's pretty much a given." He reaches up to smooth down his short copper hair, cut nearly military-short. Some habits die hard, though if he were really keeping the military habits he'd be clean-shaven, too. He likes the beard, though- and not just because he can shave it off to change his look in a hurry if he has to.
And he raises eyebrows at Josh's grin, tilting his head. "The only problem is that the 'right kind' of trouble is kind of a random draw against 'oh shit', 'oh hell no', and 'this again?'" He does smile a bit, though, responding to that grin with some humor of his own. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't used to trouble.
Plus, he likes the light in Josh, if it's sincere. He wants it to be genuine, even if it's tempered by the realism that years of life experience has given him. He rolls his shoulders, stretching, and sighs. This has turned out to be a longer day than he expected, but it's still workable. Maybe better than workable, if it turns out well. "We might be waiting a few days, so we'll see what happens, but you'll get your check-ins," he says, already going over the timeline in his head. Mira will need a couple of days to work, and unless things go horribly wrong, he doubts he'll hear back from her sooner than twenty-four hours. It might be much longer, depending on how long she needs to get a full account of the property and put together a plan. "In the meantime, we lay low and wait to get called in, mainly, and you take care of that knock on the head. So pretty much, staying out of trouble, because keeping you locked up in the storage shed so you don't blow the whole mission is still Plan B." He gives a wry smile, copper eyebrows raised.
Which doesn't mean that he means it any less. If sitting on Josh- literally, if need be- means getting the operation done without anyone getting killed, then Dwayne is perfectly happy to do it.