Grim stormed up to the boy in line at the movie theater, grabbed him by the shoulder and whipped him around. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Damon stammered, “G…Grim, sir, I–”
Grim dragged him out of line. “Do you want to know what I just saw?”
“N…No, sir?”
“I saw your report on your last mission that you had. The one with the ‘five million ice demons’?”
“There were a lot of ice demons–”
“And why do you think that was?”
He shrugged, looking sheepish.
“I’ll tell you why. Because you went and told your contact that you could handle five million ice demons – you and Starfall and Mikael.”
“I thought we could–”
“You thought you could. You could. Instead you almost got two people killed!” Grim leaned forward and hissed in his ear, “One of whom I care deeply about!”
Damon blinked, and looked at Grim. Grim was furious.
“Next time you want to take someone on a mission, you will 1) Make sure that the mission is appropriate for the two of you and 2) Don’t go and tell the contact that you can handle Dr. Destroyer on your own.” He looked Damon up and down. “You probably can’t handle Foxbat on your own.”
“I can so!”
“Don’t go out and prove it. You’ve got nothing to prove on this team, except being able to work together. Do you understand?”
Damon looked down. “Yes, sir.”
“Now you will apologize to Mikael and Starfall about endangering their lives and promise not do it again. Or I will not only bump you off this team, but I will make sure that if you ever summon up some darkness something equally bad can happen to you.”
Damon stared at him.
“Don’t think I can’t.” Grim let Damon go. “Enjoy the movie.”