Fleet Dawkins was the tinder mite for tonight’s planned inferno. He was a head smaller and a year younger than Carlos, slight of size, and quick on his feet. The mark of his early work was etched in a sizable burn mark on the left side of his face, and up into his scalp line where the hair refused to grow. He looked like he could carry a fast flame and run through the streets setting everything alight in his path. Fleet could be trusted to keep his head, and keep his burn controlled enough to damage the Geroni Bakerhaus, but not put the building out of commission.