Jackie had no illusions about how important he was. He had been a foot soldier with the Sun On Yee before he'd ever been initiated, and even once he was initiated he knew he would never make Red Pole. Wei had been possessed of that kind of ruthlessness, that ambition; Jackie couldn't find it in himself. Sure, he liked to posture, but he knew that he didn't have that kind of steel in himself.

It had been months, and he still had nightmares about shooting Yung Lee On to protect Wei. He didn't think he'd ever get over it.

He snorted. "What value?"