Tam, Sal and Krish. Those are the cutesy names they use with each other. It's a weird stand off, enemies being in the field together for so long that they forget they're really enemies. Fighting as a team against a common enemy until they become more comrades than any of their home factions would approve of.
Salus brushes it off as gathering insider information on how the Templars and the Dragons operate. Knowledge that he can later use against anyone he pleases: The Templars, the Dragons or even higher ups in his own little gang. He keeps a little journal filled with tidbits he's caught from phones calls and quiet murmurs in the night. A heavily encrypted journal, which he hides pages of in various places around the world, of course.
He's not Illuminati for nothing.
Krishna is more obvious about it. She growls and bristles, lashes out to protect the innocent. She is saving mankind, dammit, and the two idiots she runs with happen to be part of that category.
Sometimes she interprets that as 'Keep Tam and Sal safe' and other times it's 'Keep civilians safe from Tam and Sal'.
If her superiors ever found out she likes to think they would understand. That she's making tactical decisions on the field of war. That, as long as she doesn't give away vital information, her leaders will not vilify her when the time comes for her to be judged.
Tamarak has no such illusions. The Dragon knows he has made this unofficial alliance, the Dragon knows everything. What good is a head that does not keep track of it's claws?
He also knows that if they truly disapproved that he would have been stopped by now. However, of the three, he has been in his organization the longest. Their 'favourite variable', he was once called. He very nearly ran a chaos charged claw through that woman's neck when she called him that. Simpering sweet tones and an ugly, ugly heart.
These two are just as much a part of the pattern as he is.
'Una Salus Victus', pale skin and pale eyes that give some strange sense of frailty. Tam figures that most albino people look frail, but given how often Sal forgets to eat, his skinny frame and shaking hands make him seem all the more vulnerable. Tamarak smirks behind his shades every time a creature assumes Sal is weak. Their Sal, who is the immovable object to Krishna's unstoppable force.
it is obvious to anyone why Sal chose his secret name. "The one hope of the damned", the young man had proclaimed once to an enquiry in Kingsmouth. The others of Gaia's chosen rolled their eyes at the proclamation and continued in their efforts to hold the Sheriff's station.
"If he is our last hope", someone in the crowd had muttered, "Then we are well and truly fucked".
Back then the boy had been more bustle than bristle. Tamarak is glad that Sal has bettered himself, been humbled by his failures and still rising to the challenge of keeping the world safe. Too often he sees member of his own clan that think as Sal used to. That they are integral to the equation when they are simply variables.
It's Krishna's name that Tamarak puzzled over. He used to tell her that Kali would have been better, or Valkyrie on a totally different line of history. He only stopped when she told him her name was meant as a goal, to be a beloved hero. That she had never wanted to be some demigod chosen by Gaia. She had never wanted to be some dark herald of change and war.
He does not call her naive to her face, but surely she can see that her desire to cling to innocence will only become perverted into ignorance later down the line. No, Tamarak thinks to himself grimly, she is blind to her path.