Alpha Nox
He looked down into the box of photographs, reaching out to trace one with his finger. Like a phantom, he went right through it. I caught the flash of recognition in his eyes and turned to face him.
“You know Silas?”
“Sure do.” He said, clenching his jaw. “Silas Whitlock, Beta to Alpha Oliver Griffin, and friend to Mr. Phineas Striker. Those two were as thick as thieves, both members of the Eye of Horus.”