The Red Ninja spat blood on the ground, Jac’s face a disfigured interpretation made from raw hamburger. This was his first failed employment, and it certainly wouldn’t help his career. He wondered what Gireson would say.

Jac would have to talk with the glyph and see if the situation could still be salvaged. Anja certainly wouldn’t be pleased, if she were even still alive. Of course, if he had survived, she probably had too. And if he was angry, she had to be livid.

There’s was a code, a way of life.

It wasn’t often that a glyph was bested.