Across the city, Victor was in a very bad mood.
"He's permanent now," Victor said flatly.
Voss didn't look up from the table. "Yes."
Victor crossed his arms. "I don't like it."
Voss nodded once. "That was never a requirement."
Snow Team sat around them, expressions ranging from amused to resigned.
Tommy broke the silence. "So he's like… official official?"
Victor glared at him. Tommy shrank back. "Cool. Coolcoolcool."
"Be clear," Victor said, eyes sharp. "I'm still first." No one argued.
Voss didn't even blink. "Hierarchy remains intact."
That helped. Slightly.
Victor did not sulk.
Anyone who expected that had never understood him.
He kept his head high, posture unbowed, presence unchanged. If anything, he became more deliberate. More visible. He trained longer. Walked patrol routes himself. Spoke less, listened more.
And he still took Felicity aside.
Not to compete.
To remain.
