Harley lay in bed for a good long while, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. His sleep, while disrupted, had been much better than what little rest he'd gotten in the Reef. So why did he feel like he'd been run over by a Drake?

By all accounts, he shouldn't be feeling like someone had taken an egg beater to his insides. He felt warm and cold at the same time, like he'd been frozen, microwaved, and then frozen again. He glanced at the pillow next to him where Prism was still asleep and felt a twinge of guilt. He hadn't been the only one going without rest in the Tangled Shore. After a few more minutes, his Ghost's eye lit up.

"Good morning, Harley," she said.

"Hey, Prism."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I think so. I slept longer, that's for sure. Woke up a couple times but hey, you can't have everything."

Prism didn't comment on that. "How are you feeling?" she asked instead.

For a moment, Harley considered lying to her and telling her that he felt fine. But instead, he sighed. "Terrible, to be honest." He didn't have the energy to pretend he felt any different.

His Ghost was silent for a long time. Then she rose off of the pillow, moving closer to him. She stared at him for a moment before sweeping a beam over him. He waited for her to say something, but she remained silent, her segments twisting. What could she have found?

"What is it?" he asked finally, "Is my Light…"

"Still fluctuating," she confirmed.

He groaned. "Well how do I stop it? Do I sleep more? Should I just die so you can bring me back?"

"No. Definitely not. I don't know what it means, but I don't want to take the risk that…" She trailed off, but Harley was pretty sure he knew what she'd been about to say.

"That I might not come back?" Her silence was his answer. "So what do I do?"

"I think you need to talk to someone. Bazzle or the Vanguard. Someone who might know what this means."

The idea didn't appeal to Harley. The Vanguard could easily decide to remove him from the field if he told them. He was lucky they hadn't already done so after he went to the Reef against orders and killed Uldren. And he'd already been enough of a trial on Bazzle without throwing this on top of it.

"I'd rather not," he said.

Prism seemed to be waiting for him to elaborate, but he didn't offer an explanation. She sighed. "Well, I still think you should find someone to talk to about it."

Harley just hummed in reply. With a groan, he finally got up out of bed. He could feel Prism watching him as he got ready for the day - her worry was one step away from physically manifesting. He hovered in front of the dresser, trying to decide what to wear. In the end, he threw on whatever felt comfortable before putting on Cayde's cloak once more. He couldn't bring himself to separate from one of the few physical mementos of Cayde.

Harley entered the common area to find that everyone else had already left for the day. While part of him was disappointed, the other part was relieved that he could look into his Light problems without having to dodge probing questions. Upon reaching the kitchen, he spotted a plate of pancakes that had been left on the counter. Warmth filled his chest at the gesture and he moved to heat them up. His insides might feel like hell warmed over but there was no way he was letting the pancakes go to waste.

"You know what's weird?" he said as he ate.

"What?" asked Prism, a bit distractedly.

"I just remembered that I'm a Solar Hunter now."

"A Gunslinger?"

Harley frowned. "I don't know. I summoned a Golden Gun before but that fire staff ability felt more natural to me." He still had no idea what had triggered the shift to Solar Light. All he knew was that it felt different than his Arc abilities. Less precise, more volatile.

"I suppose you'll have to train with Solar now," said his Ghost, "You might want to get some pointers from Fyr."

Harley chuckled a bit at that. "That's something I never thought I'd hear. He's younger than me."

"Not by much... Your time in the Infinite Forest notwithstanding. But I do see your point. You might be better off talking to Kaedro. He's been a Guardian for a long time and he was a Gunslinger up until Oryx."

Harley's mood dropped at the mention of Oryx. Still, she had a point. "...You're right. Would you mind calling him now?"

"I don't mind... Whether he'll answer is another matter."

Harley finished up the pancakes as Prism called Kaedro. It didn't take long for the other Hunter to pick up. Whatever he was doing in the Cosmodrome must not have been as urgent as he'd made it out to be.

"Hey, Ace!" Kaedro greeted cheerfully, "How're things?"

Harley thought about his fluctuating Light. "...Same as ever." He frowned at the muffled background noise he could hear on Kaedro's end. It almost sounded like the Hunter was with a bunch of other people. "Where are you?" he asked, "I thought you went to the Cosmodrome."

"I am in the Cosmodrome!" Kaedro replied brightly, "One of the Hunter hideouts."

"Hunter hideouts?"

"Did no one ever show you?" The Exo sounded dismayed. "We've got hideouts on just about every location in this system. Comes in real handy if you don't wanna sleep in your ship. Sorta like the Farm and Felwinter Peak but exclusively for Hunters."

"What's Felwinter Peak?"

"Location of the Iron Temple. Shiro and Saladin hang out there. It was opened to Guardians after the SIVA Crisis. Really makes you wonder what old Felwinter would've thought of it." He chuckled. "You gotta get out more, kid."

Harley felt a pang in his chest at the other Hunter calling him "kid." Cayde had been fond of calling him that too. Even now, it was hard to hear it without hearing it in the Hunter Vanguard's voice. "I get out plenty," he said.

"Not enough… Tell you what, I'll take you to the Peak sometime. I'm sure Shiro'd love to meet you."

Harley sighed. "It'll have to wait until I can leave the Tower. The Vanguard grounded me for a bit."

Kaedro laughed. "That's it? You got off easy." Suddenly, another voice piped up from Kaedro's end. "Is that Ace? Hi Ace!" the other Hunter said cheerfully.

It took Harley a moment to place the voice. "Sebastian?"

"Yep!"

Harley shook his head in disbelief. Sebastian Gale was a Hunter that had been revived after the Taken War. Harley remembered going on a mission with him to rescue captured Ghosts from a powerful Taken zealot. He'd also heard that Sebastian was part of the team that helped take back the Wall during the Red War. "What are you all doing there?" he asked, "Are there a lot of enemies in the Cosmodrome right now or something?"

"No," said Kaedro, "Well...maybe. I dunno. We're mostly just hanging out."

"What? But you told the Vanguard you had to finish something there. It sounded important."

"Look, don't worry about what I told the Vanguard. Fact is kid, you probably won't be seeing a lot of Hunters around the Tower for a while."

"What? Why?"

"...If you must know, it's 'cause none of us wants to be tapped for the Hunter Vanguard position."

Harley didn't know what he was expecting, but that was the furthest thing from it. "What?"

"Yeah. When Cayde died, he left everything to whoever killed him, including the Hunter Vanguard gig. Thing is, Uldren killed him and you killed Uldren. So the Hunter Vanguard position is open and there's basically no Dare to find a replacement."

How had Kaedro found that out? And how had word spread so quickly among the Hunters? "You read Cayde's will?" asked Harley disbelievingly.

"Read it? Nah. No idea where the actual thing is. But I know Cayde. Only reason I came back to the Tower with you was because I knew the Vanguard would be too busy with you to worry about finding a new Hunter Vanguard. Now though? All bets are off. It's just a matter of time. So I left and I told Shiro not to drop by the Tower anytime soon."

Harley didn't know the Vanguard position was something Hunters were so against. Sure, he'd heard Cayde complain about it more than enough but this was different. "You'd probably be a good Hunter Vanguard though," he told the Exo.

Kaedro laughed. "Well, I'm not about to find out. Think you'd be happy sitting in the Tower day after day?"

Harley cringed. The Exo was right. That didn't sound like something he wanted either. "...Good point. When do you think you'll be back?"

"When another Hunter is stupid enough to hang around the Tower and get caught."

Harley frowned. "Don't we need a Vanguard?" He couldn't imagine that a vacancy in the Vanguard would go without repercussions. But Kaedro didn't sound very concerned.

"I mean yeah, probably. But the position's been left open before. Kauko Swiftriver, the HV before Andal, didn't make a Dare. Spot was vacant for two years."

"So you're saying you might be gone for two years?"

"Who knows? Maybe. Some advice? Keep your head down, kid, and get outta the Tower as soon as you can. Otherwise, you might end up becoming Hunter Vanguard."

Harley scoffed. "Me? No way. The Vanguard just punished me for going rogue in the Reef!"

"You never know. You've gotten a lot of attention for your age. You have some respectable achievements under your belt. You're also Cayde's son and you killed the guy who did him in. It's not the craziest idea in the world."

"What about Fyr?" said Harley, "He's in the Tower all the time." Granted, Fyr wasn't the first person one thought of when there was responsibility involved but he had a lot of achievements too. And he was already a Guardian instructor.

Kaedro laughed. "Trust me, kid. If the Vanguard wanted him for the job, he'd already have it."

Harley groaned. Kaedro was probably right about that. He already had enough to deal with without worrying over the possibility that he'd become the next Hunter Vanguard. A possibility that, up until that day, he didn't know existed.

"Tell you what, Ace," said Kaedro, "If you make it out the other side, come and find me in the Cosmodrome. We'll go visit Shiro together. I told him I'd visit soon."

"Alright," said Harley.

He could do that. Zavala wanted him to stay in the Tower for just a few days. He'd be out in no time. And meeting another Hunter sounded much more preferable than being stared at in the Tower.

"Great! Now is there a reason you called or did you just want to catch up?"

"There was," replied Harley, ignoring the Exo's teasing tone, "I was wondering if you could give me some pointers on using Solar Light."

"Oh, sure." The other Hunter sounded surprised. "I can definitely do that. But it'd be easier in person, so why don't you remind me once you get out of the Tower?"

The Exo's suggestion made sense. "That should work," he said, "I'm going to head out now, but I'll let you know as soon as I can leave the Tower."

"Sounds good," said Kaedro, "See you then, kid."

"See you..."

The call ended and Harley sighed, resting his forehead on the table. He wasn't thrilled about the Hunter Vanguard stuff. It sounded like it was going to be just another problem that he'd have to avoid. At least he only had to wait a few days before he could leave. He figured the Vanguard wouldn't pin the position on him in that amount of time. It was more likely that they'd prefer him to lay low until all the business with the Reef and Uldren was far behind them.

He got up to put his plate into the dishwasher. Now that he had something to look forward to, the hardest part would be killing time until he could leave.

"What do you think about all that, Prism?" he asked.

She gave a small beep. "I think you'd better keep your head down for a while."

"Because of the Vanguard thing?"

"That and other reasons. Also, I think we should try to figure out what's going on with your Light before you meet up with Kaedro. Is there anyone on the team you'd be most comfortable with talking to?"

Harley frowned as he considered the question. He wished his Ghost hadn't steered the conversation back to that topic, but he wasn't exactly surprised by it. "Jade," he decided.

"Then I think you should tell her," said Prism, "Do it tonight when she gets back from training."

"Ok. I will."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, Prism, I promise. Is that good enough for you?"

"Yes."

Harley went to the door, pulling on a pair of boots. He was pretty sure he'd be making a good choice in telling Jade. Out of all the Chasers, she was probably the one who knew the most about him, given the fact that he'd confided in her about certain past events. Not to mention how she helped train new Guardians. There was a good chance that she'd have at least some applicable experience. He opened the door and left the apartment. It would be a while before Jade would be finished at the Training Center. He had to do something in the meantime and he figured he'd go talk to Amanda. He'd only had a few minutes with her before his debriefing with the Vanguard and he knew that she and Cayde had been close.

He made his way toward the Hangar, sticking to side paths in an effort to avoid unwanted attention. He remembered too well how the other Guardians had stared as he'd followed Bazzle and Kaedro to Zavala's office the day before. When he arrived in the Hangar, he found it empty of Guardians. Sighing in relief, he crossed over to Amanda, who was talking to a maintenance Frame. Not wanting to intrude, he opted to wait nearby. Once the Frame departed, he made himself known.

"Hey, Amanda."

She turned to face him, her cheeks lifting. "Hi there, Ace." She hugged him briefly before pulling back to look at his face. "You look pale. Feelin' ok?"

Harley ducked his head. "Same as usual."

She regarded him thoughtfully for a moment. "Come get some coffee with me," she said, turning to walk away. Harley followed her into a small break room off of the Hangar. He watched as Amanda sniffed at the contents of the coffee pot before dumping it down the sink. "Better off startin' a new batch," she told him, setting up the coffee maker to make a fresh pot. Once the machine began brewing, she turned to face him, leaning against the counter. "So what brings ya to my lonely little corner?"

"I noticed that," commented Harley, "Not many visitors?"

"Nah, not lately. Used to get more but that was back when...yeah."

Harley nodded, knowing what she'd been about to say. Back when Cayde had been set up in the Hangar. Back when he was still alive. "That's actually sort of what I wanted to talk to you about," he said, "I know you two were close and...I guess I just wanted to talk to someone who misses him as much as I do."

Amanda nodded. "I know what you mean. I did know him well. As well as you could know someone like him."

Harley tilted his head. "Did you...were you two ever a couple?"

Amanda laughed. "Lord, no! Did he say we were?"

Harley blushed. "Not really. I just assumed… well, you two seemed pretty close."

"That we were. Not in the way you thought, though. Just friends. Good friends. He was there for me whenever I needed it and I did my best to be there for him when he needed it."

Harley sighed. "I wish I'd known him better. I mean, I knew him well enough but I feel like there's so much I didn't get the chance to learn about him... And now I'll never get the chance."

"Hey, chin up," said Amanda, "It's a damn shame that you didn't get more time with him, 'specially considerin' that you're his son, but at least you had some time."

Harley sighed again, but nodded. "You're right. I was lucky enough to get a few years with him... But how did you know I was his son?" The information wasn't exactly public knowledge. As far as he was aware, no one outside of the Vanguard, Kyler, and Kaedro knew.

"He told me," she said, "Back before the Red War. Came marchin' into the Hangar pleased as could be. Said 'Guess what Amanda? I have a son!'" She laughed. "I thought he was yankin' my chain. Then he showed me this old picture he had and damned if it wasn't little Ace in that photo." She shook her head. "It's incredible. I mean, what're the odds. Goes to show that while ya might lose the memories of your old life after becomin' a Guardian, that life ain't ever completely gone. It's always waitin' just 'round the corner to surprise ya when you least expect it."

Harley nodded. He'd never thought of it like that before, but it made a lot of sense. Maybe he'd taken it for granted more than he should have. He had a lot to be grateful for. If those letters hadn't turned up, or if Cayde hadn't found his journal, or if Harley's friends had never taken to calling him Ace, then the truth might never have come to light.

"And you know what?" said Amanda, "He might be gone but as long as there're folks here who remember him, then he'll never truly be dead. You wanna learn more about him? Ask around! Plenty of us have known him a long time. Me, for starters. But there's folk who knew him longer. Banshee, Zavala, Ikora. Bunch of the other Hunters. His old crew: Kay and Shiro. We got plenty of stories about Cayde and you can bet your ass that we'll keep tellin' 'em."

A warm feeling bubbled up inside of Harley's chest, choking his words. "Thanks, Amanda," he managed to get out.

The Shipwright smiled and patted his shoulder before turning to pour the coffee. "You want anything in this?" she asked, "Cream? Sugar?"

"A little of both," said Harley. He only drank his coffee black when he was desperate for caffeine. Amanda passed him a steaming mug. He wrapped his hands around it to soak up the warmth.

"How's that?" she asked.

He took a sip. "Perfect, thanks."

"'Course. Now how're you really doing?"

Harley gave a resigned smile. "Am I that transparent?"

"To mere mortals? Probably not. But it was my job to read Cayde, so don't think you can get by me easy."

Harley chuckled softly. "I'll keep that in mind." His eyes wandered away as he tried to figure out what to tell her. He figured she could probably tell if he flat out lied, so he'd have to stick to half-truths. "Actually, I've been feeling a bit out of sorts since I got back yesterday."

Concern appeared on Amanda's face. "Have you stopped by medical?" she asked.

Harley shook his head. "I'm not so sure it's anything they could help with."

Amanda hummed. "I suppose you Guardians don't need to sweat the physical stuff, huh? Still, could be worth a visit. Even if it's nothin' physical, they might be able to suss it out."

"Maybe… I'll think about it."

"Anything else bothering ya?"

"Nothing else comes to mind right now. But there is something else I wanted to ask you about."

"Shoot."

"Did Cayde ever make a will? An actual one, I mean."

Amanda pursed her lips, nodding. "He did. Wrote it out and everything."

"Where is it?"

"He left it with me. Been keepin' it safe for a while now. Mind you, he did make a change to it a little while back."

"What kind of change?" asked Harley curiously.

Amanda shrugged. "Never read it. All I know is he told me he left everything to whoever or whatever killed him."

Harley nodded. "Kay said the same thing. He also said that included the Hunter Vanguard job?"

"Sure did. You killin' Uldren was probably a good thing. If ya hadn't, that'd make him a Vanguard." Harley wasn't sure how to reply to that, or if she was kidding. Luckily, Amanda continued to talk. "'Course, it's gonna be a bit difficult to find a new Hunter Vanguard now, considerin' the fact that any Hunter worth their salt hightailed it outta the Tower."

That confirmed what Kaedro had told him. "Hmm," he said, "Well, I guess that's the Vanguard's problem to solve."

Amanda chuckled. "True…" She quirked an eyebrow at him. "What got you interested in the will? Did you want to read it? You've got the right to, y'know. More than anyone else, probably"

Harley sighed. "Maybe. But not now. Some other time."

"I gotcha. He left a letter too, by the way. Addressed to you. I can get it for you if you want. Unless you'd rather I hang onto it a bit longer?"

"Yeah… That'd be great, thanks." He didn't think he was ready for that strong of a reminder. Amanda nodded understandingly. Harley cleared his throat. "So...what did I miss while I was away?"

The Shipwright shrugged. "Not much. There's a new fella in the Tower now, though."

Harley's interest was piqued. It wasn't every day that new people came to the Tower. "Who?"

"Calls himself 'the Drifter'. Don't know much about him, but he's got the Light, that's for sure. You can find him out in the Bazaar."

Harley filed the information away for later. "Thanks, Amanda."

"No problem." She glanced at the break room clock. "Listen, I gotta run. Orders to fill. But it was nice talkin' to ya, Ace. Don't be a stranger."

Harley nodded. "I won't."

The Shipwright smiled, pulling him in for one last hug before she was out the door. Harley finished his coffee and washed out the mug before he left as well. He knew he still had a while before any of the Chasers were likely to appear, so he decided to go pay a visit to the mysterious "Drifter". A new person in the Tower. And from the tone of her voice, Amanda wasn't sure what to make of him.

Harley found that making his way back to the Bazaar was a bit easier, as there were fewer Guardians around. Some had likely left on missions since he last passed through. But when he got to the Bazaar, he realized he had a different problem to worry about. Amanda hadn't told him where in the Bazaar the man was.

Harley spotted Ikora near the balcony, reading a book. Past her on a ledge, he saw Hawthorne talking to a few Guardians. Would one of them tell him where to find the Drifter? As he considered whether he should ask one of them, he heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind. Getting an idea, he turned just in time to catch the arm of a passing Guardian. A Warlock.

"Hey," said Harley, "Could you tell me where to find the Drifter?"

To his surprise, the Warlock started acting nervous, glancing over their shoulder and shuffling a bit. "Why do you want to know?" they asked.

"Does it matter?" asked Harley.

The Warlock seemed to mistake his curious tone for something else, because they fidgeted even more. "I guess not… You can find him back there." They pointed to an alley that was almost completely sealed off by metal fencing. "But if anyone asks, you didn't hear it from me."

With that, the Warlock shook free of Harley's grip and was gone before he even had time to say thank you. He frowned at the odd exchange. Whoever the Drifter was, he must have a reputation. What kind of reputation that was, he wasn't sure. Harley approached the alley's entrance. There was about a foot or two of space between the bars and the ground - just enough for a Guardian to get under. Harley started to think that maybe not asking Ikora had been a good move on his part. Still, if anything, he was even more curious about the man. Thinking of how fidgety the Warlock had acted, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder before ducking under the fence.

Rounding the corner, he came face to face with a tall man wearing what looked to be Warlock robes. The man's shoulder pads reminded Harley of Shaxx's and the grip of a hand canon protruded from his belt. He was standing amid various odds and ends, fidgeting with a green coin. Harley could make out several scars on his face, their ends vanishing into his dark beard. The man's eyes glittered as he regarded Harley.

"Well, I'll be damned," he drawled, "Ace Hayden in the flesh." Harley blinked in surprise. He knew he'd never seen this man before in his life. "Call me Drifter," the man said with a smirk.

"How do you know who I am?" asked Harley.

The Drifter laughed. "Kid, I heard about you before you even set foot on the Reef! Bustin' Hive Gods puts a person on the map. And you're one of those Red War heroes to boot."

"...I didn't know word had gotten around so much." Though it wasn't exactly a surprise. He and the Chasers could never manage to do things quietly for some reason.

"Brother, you're all anyone's been talkin' about since you got back. They've been debatin' what happened to Prince What's-His-Name like it's a Crucible match."

"Debating?" Harley hadn't thought there was much to debate.

The Drifter nodded. "Tell you what: if you did what they say you did, you're exactly what I need for Gambit. Just sayin'."

"What's Gambit?" Harley asked.

The Drifter chuckled. "A shot at salvation," he said cryptically, flipping the coin over.

Harley caught it. It sat heavy and cold in his palm, a pair of entwined snakes carved on both sides. "Interesting." He made to pass the coin back, but the Drifter waved him off.

"Keep it," he said, "You ever wanna see how Gambit works, you just come find me. Might let you watch a match or two. Just be careful who you talk to about it. Isn't exactly Vanguard-sanctioned."

Harley nodded. He wasn't particularly surprised by that, given the Warlock's reaction when he'd asked about it. "I'll think about it," he said.

The Drifter nodded. "You do that, brother. And listen, don't let Cayde's death weigh on you... Somewhere out there, someone's got a bullet with your name on it. Same for him. Same for me. Nothin' we can do. So go out on your terms with a gun in your hand and loot in your pockets. Only way to live."

Harley considered that. He figured the message had some worth to it. But the Drifter didn't know about the Infinite Forest. He didn't know that Harley had had a chance to stop Cayde's death. Maybe if he did, he wouldn't be saying that. Harley pocketed the coin. "I'll let you know."

The Drifter grinned, offering him a lazy salute. "See you around... Ace."

As Harley turned to leave, he noticed the man pull out another coin from somewhere and start flipping it idly. He wondered how many of them the Drifter had. Upon leaving the alley, he looked around to see if anyone noticed. It didn't seem like anyone had. He decided to return to the Chasers' quarters. It wasn't like he had anything else to do and he wasn't about to hang around outside where people could recognize him.

"What did you think of the Drifter?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," Prism hedged, "He's certainly an interesting character. I do wonder what his goal is though. What he wants out of Gambit."

She was right. And the Drifter had done nothing to explain "Gambit" at all. "Maybe we'll have to watch a match like he said."

"It might be a good idea," his Ghost agreed, surprising him. He'd expected her to take the opposite corner.

"We could do it before we meet up with Kay. That way, I can get Jade's opinion on the Light stuff first."

Prism bobbed in agreement. Harley smiled at her as he unlocked the door to the apartment. With any luck, Jade would be able to help him figure out what was going on with his Light and then he could get back to some semblance of normal. He was getting tired of everything being an ordeal. Harley stepped into the apartment. As the door closed behind him, he became aware of a cold sensation creeping down his spine. He paused.

"Hello?" There was no reply. Silence sat dense and heavy in the rooms. The sensation lingered, crawling over him and piercing his skin like icy needles.

"Harley, what are you doing?" asked Prism, her voice too loud in the space.

He motioned for her to be quiet. Something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was, but he knew there was something off about the apartment. He moved further in, looking around for anything abnormal or out of place. Then he saw it.

A gun was sitting on the kitchen table - one that had most certainly not been there when he'd left. It looked like a hand cannon, but it was unlike any hand cannon he'd ever seen. The grip was an off-white color but the rest of it was dark and seemed to shimmer with a sickly green light. Harley was pretty sure that none of the other Chasers owned a gun like that. He picked it up, shuddering at the sense of wrongness that hit him upon touching it.

"Prism, have you ever seen a gun like this before?"

His Ghost floated over to inspect the weapon. "I don't think so," she said, "Do you think one of your friends got a new one recently?"

"They could have… I don't know. Something about it just seems...off. Do you feel that?"

"I don't feel anything unusual if that's what you mean."

"Are you sure? It doesn't feel colder to you or anything?"

Prism expanded her shell briefly, conducting a scan. "I'm not detecting anything out of the ordinary. Are you sure you're not just paranoid because of what happened on the Reef?"

Harley sighed heavily. "It's starting to feel like that," he admitted, "I guess I'll ask the others if this belongs to them when they get back."

He turned to put the gun away. The Chasers had converted one of the closets into a storage place for extra weapons. After the Red War, most of them agreed they'd rather have their gear closer at hand than the Tower Vaults, just in case something happened. Normally, he'd just leave it where he found it, but he didn't like the way his skin crawled when he looked at it.

Harley opened the closet door and flicked on the light to find a spot for the cannon. In the same moment, a thud reverberated through the room, rattling the walls. Harley whirled, his finger finding the trigger of the strange gun. Another thud rang out, coming from the front door. He took a step closer, grip tensing around the cannon. Then there was a deafening crash, accompanied by the splintering of wood as the door gave way, light streaming into the apartment. Harley squinted against the glare. To his shock, he found himself facing a squadron of armed Warlocks, all dressed in black and yellow robes.

"Drop your weapon!" ordered the Warlock in front.

Harley's mind went blank, his hands locked in an iron grip around the gun as one thought ran laps through his head. How had this happened?

A/N: Told you plot was going to happen. Any theories as to how the gun ended up in the apartment or why the door got broken open by a group of Warlocks?