"So, I'm sure you saw this coming, but we have some questions about your resume," the Amnodyne recruiter said with a chuckle.

"Of course, I'd be worried if you didn't," I replied with a chuckle of my own. "Which one do you want to start with?"

"Let's go for why you left SkyCat."

"Ah, she went for the Federal Reserve. Had herself locked up tight after that, so I had to get a new job. She'll happily vouch for me. I put the prison's number on there."

"And what about Jenerator? I note you worked for her both before and after her turn."

"Yeah, as a villain, it was another arrest. On the hero side, it was just temp work. Research for the Tarvaxi Invasion. My team tagged over a hundred of their spies. But once it was done, they let us go."

"Fair enough. I'm just going to cut to the chase. Most people don't flip back and forth so often. Why should we trust you not to turn again?"

I laughed heartily. Even after hearing this question so many times, it always hit me funny. "I've never turned. I just don't care who's cutting my paycheck. None of y'all are completely evil or good. And I got bills to pay." It was a lie, of course, but a good one. "As for trusting me, you'll see I've never quit a job."

"Okay. Figured that was the case. And yes, everyone we called did praise your work. Except the Perpetually Wailing Maw, but that's understandable. You have the job if you want it." She slid a clipboard over to me, the job offer on it.

I glanced over it before signing, a lesson I learned early in life. When everything matched what I was told, I grabbed a pen and signed.

I guess I should clarify, Amnodyne's one of the biggest employers of superhuman in the world. And one of the biggest exploiters of superhumans, as well. My bosses, my real bosses, were hoping to get some evidence, so I was going in.