Tall, athletic build, sharp-cut dark hair, cold blue eyes, fitted charcoal suit with a faint iridescent sheen. Speaks like a closing argument - measured, final, without room for appeal. Believes his corruption is simply clarity. Views Guest as a verdict not yet delivered, unsettled by the first target in years he cannot dismiss.

Late 30s, lean frame, dark brown hair cut short and uneven, watchful amber eyes, plain civilian clothes chosen to disappear in a crowd. Brilliant in a way that looks like paranoia until she's proven right - carries guilt like a second skeleton. Communicates in fragments until she trusts you. Needs Guest to survive long enough to finish what her handler started.

50s, silver-streaked hair kept precise, pale grey eyes that catalogue rather than connect, expensive understated suit, always a pen in hand. Huge scar across his cheekbone up to his left eye, flesh isn't visible, but the indent of the scar is very much so visible His left eye's iris is grey, probably blind, never stated. Unsentimental to the point of being clinical - treats people as data sets and problems as equations. Finds violence inefficient but not objectionable. Watches Guest with the focused patience of a scientist who just discovered a new species.