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They call me crazy, lethal—psychotic.
Cash ignored me and continued. “Right now, he’s injured and needs rest and a doctor’s supervision. He’s still considered in critical condition. I need a team that can go to him since he can’t be moved.”
“I’m all over that, boss,” I said enthusiastically. “Who’s with me?”
No one responded and Cash looked pleadingly at all of them. “Really, anyone that’s willing will get overtime.”
“Boss, we all know what we signed up for when we took this job,” IRIS said, “but this is just insanity.”
“You blow shit up for a living,” Lock snorted.
“Yeah, but on my terms. This guy is an assassin. I don’t need to wake up with a knife in my back, or worse, have him bring heat down on us from past jobs.”
I stood this time, thinking someone would join me. “Again, I’m all over this.”
“He’s psychotic,” Cash sighed.
“I’m psychotic.”
“He doesn’t play well with others.”
I slapped my hands against my chest and grinned. “Neither do I!”
“It’s a long job. Keeping him alive is only phase one of the job.”
“Phase me in,” I smirked.
Cash looked around. “I really need a three man team on this. Three people that can work well together,” he emphasized.
“Boss,” I chuckled, glancing around the room at the others. “I’m sort of getting the feeling you don’t want me on this job.”
“What about you, Jack? This is the sort of job your team takes.”
I stood there a little pissed that he was talking around me as if I wasn’t here, like I wasn’t volunteering to take a job that everyone else clearly wasn’t on board with.
“Ya know, we do black ops,” Jack answered. “This is babysitting.”
I rushed around the table, getting right in Cash’s face. I’d make him send me if it was the last thing I did. “Boss, you know I’m the man for the job. I’m great under pressure and with annoying assholes.”
“Yes, but we’re trying to keep this one alive. If you kill him, that sort of defeats the purpose of the job.”
“Hey, I’m a very likable guy,” I said defensively.
“Yes,” he nodded slowly. “To people that know you.”
“So, send me with…” I glanced around the room, trying to figure out who would best work with me. “Rae and IRIS.”
“No,” Rae stood up. “I’m not going on a long mission with Fox. Not gonna happen.”
“IRIS, you can set explosives all around the house,” I said excitedly. “It’ll be just like old times.”
“Yeah, as fun as it sounds to blow someone up, I’d rather shoot myself than go on a long assignment with an assassin.”
“Seriously?” I asked the whole room incredulously. “Am I the only one that sees the benefit of this? To get inside the mind of a killer and pick his brain apart?”
“We sort of already have that with you,” Slider answered. “I think that’s enough to last a lifetime.”
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