"There's task forces for them. I'm pretty sure at least one of the acronyms has their finger in that pie. Some of them might even be putting in their own fighters to pick out new... recruits." She felt that wave of concern, irritation, and that steadfast need to protect what was his.

Coming over, she held up one of the spring rolls to his lips, giving him a flat look. "You have a dojo. And... other things to keep you occupied at night," she said, looking pointedly over at Danny, but not saying it aloud since the construction boys were there. "This is above all of our paygrades. Well, maybe not Sparky's, but it's not for you. Later, I'll show you why." The dark web, something he was completely not in touch with, had a lot of clips from some of the more exciting fights. She hoped that watching someone get melted by being touched would keep him from thinking he should poke his nose in.

"Now eat. And enjoy. Or I'll take you upstairs and spank you." She pointedly ignored the murmurs of what else she should do to him up there from the rest of the crew as they ate, then offered helpful tips.