Bob Henry stepped around Maurice and out into the dim light. His ghostly white skin a contrast to Maurice’s black flesh. Both razorguys stood two meters at the shoulder, gigantic for humans, and both still had their death’s-head tattoos, though the wings of fire were dull against Maurice’s dark skin. Bob Henry’s large head and spike of white hair added another half-meter to his height. Maurice’s head, by contrast, was squat and nearly square, his do cut into pinstripes along his scalp.