By now, Northy was smiling too. He knew Vagrin better than the others knew him, and of course, far better than Vol knew him. He had expected Vagrin to be able to get it done, they'd hardly been a question there. Now that Vol had seen for himself just how swiftly Vagrin had worked, he found himself studying the little man more intensely than before.
'He's dangerous,' Vol mused. More dangerous than the others, in that what he did couldn't be seen, or tracked. He moved like Nolan's men, in the dark. On the contrary, though… If Vol could keep him, he would make a remarkable weapon.
