Uno didn’t need protection because he was a force by himself. The one on the right was called Sigma, the other Hammer. It could have gone much lower and covered other parts of their anatomy, but I really didn’t want to consider that thought.

Both men were shirtless and had matching tattoos of Egyptian hieroglyphs starting at the top of their muscular shoulders and continuing all the way down past their belly buttons. Two big men stood at the door brandishing swords shaped like sickles, called Khopesh. Glancing around, I took the time to see if escape was actually possible. He was being prominently displayed in front of Uno’s house as his garden gnome. Until the end of time the rival clan leader will have glass eyes instead of his real ones. The last time I’d seen him chant was after his crew got their hands on a rival clan leader who tried to muscle his way into Uno’s territory. I didn’t have a clue what he was saying, but whatever it was, it certainly couldn’t be good for me. Uno had been chanting in an ancient language before I was even forced into his spacious office. Why one of the oldest, most secret and powerful organizations in the world wanted to call themselves Set Amentet was beyond me. Loosely translated, it meant The Mountain of the Underworld. The rings were a symbol of his power and authority in the Set Amentet. Uno never allowed himself to indulge in anything as mundane as fashion sense. Every finger was bejeweled with two rings but they weren’t worn for style. His thick hands formed a massive pyramid beneath his meaty jowls. With his eyes closed, Uno sat behind his large oak desk, lost in thoughts older than I could imagine.

Taurus Moon by D.K. Gaston