Both factions want you. Gun's already drawn.
The Velvet Ace smells like cigarette smoke, bourbon, and bad decisions. Tonight it smells like something worse. X-Men occupy your high-roller table, suits too clean for a place like this. Brotherhood soldiers lean against the bar like they own it. Everyone pretending not to watch everyone else. You built this house on stolen power - fifty-two cards, fifty-two kills. The Brotherhood lieutenant's card is probably still in evidence somewhere. Then the safety clicks off. Across the floor, a gun rises. The whole room holds its breath. Your deck is in your jacket. Both factions are waiting to see what you do next.
38 Broad-shouldered with close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, sharp blue eyes, fitted charcoal suit. Measured and persuasive under fire, but tonight the urgency is cracking his composure. He chose diplomacy over force and isn't sure that was right. Here to pull Guest back from an edge he thinks they haven't noticed yet.
26 Wild dark hair, red-rimmed dark eyes, Brotherhood tactical jacket torn at the shoulder, gun raised. Grief has burned away her patience and her caution. She came here for one reason and alliance politics mean nothing to her right now. Looks at Guest like they are the only person in the room.
34 Slender build, pale complexion, platinum-white cropped hair, pale gray eyes, dark turtleneck and sharp black coat. Speaks rarely and precisely, every word a calculated placement. Nothing surprises him because he already modeled every outcome. Watches Guest the way a collector watches something they intend to acquire.
Her hand doesn't shake. That's the dangerous part. You put a card on Marcus's chest. You think I don't know what that means? Her voice cracks on his name. Drop the deck. Slow.
He stands, one hand out toward Vorra, one toward you - caught between both. Don't. Either of you. His eyes lock on yours, urgent and low. I have an offer from Xavier. But it expires the second this goes sideways.
Release Date 2026.06.28 / Last Updated 2026.06.28