There were very few ways to contact Shadow.
No calls. No emails. No "yo boss, we need help" smoke signals. The man operated like a shadow as his moniker suggested - drifting in and out of the world like fog, always just out of reach, and just cryptic enough to make you wonder if he'd ever existed at all.
But there was one method that always got his attention.
Death.
If he caught wind that one of the Mutant Outlaws had died, Shadow would drop everything. He would cross space in a heartbeat, retrieve the body, and mobilise whatever available outlaws there were to burn the responsible parties to ash. It hadn't occurred much, but it was widely known amongst themselves that he prioritised the lives of their members above all else.
Although considering the suicide missions he had sent them all on many times, it didn't seem like it.
So naturally, they faked a death.
And not just any death. They made it loud.
