"Corps® Lines from AN went black," Diamond repeated, holding the stump where his left hand used to be. He had doubled back into a trash heap, back in the Scrapyards, torn out of his time-displacement by an obsidian blade.
"Safe and secure for delivery in the morning," Ujuor continued where Diamond broke off, smiling down at the agent. "We live in dangerous lands, unsettled times, and your friends are making deals with devils. I don't think we really want them having that."
Diamond's skin begins to flake off his face, his essence brighter under the flesh.
"You don't really need that body anyway, huh, Al?" Ujuor steps back and prepares to sling out.
"Be seeing you."
The ring to the eye, the i to the o, and Diamond smiles for as long as his teeth stay in his collapsing mouth.