"They don't go with the pants," AJ told him plainly, honestly. "Not everyone is comfortable wearing the same smelly shit every day like you."

Ace's gaze was cold at first. But then, his expression softened in a way that AJ knew only he would recognize. It was a very, very subtle disarming of the expression that said: "I acknowledge you, brother," and it filled his heart.

"I'm glad you got rid of that stupid hairdo," Ace grumbled. "Maybe now people will start to take you seriously." Ace leaned forward.

He wore the trademark orange and grey uniform of Agency 0. On his arm was a stylized golden oak leaf. His boots were heavy and worn. His uniform stunk of perspiration. Ace placed his...

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