Page 18 of Tactically Acquired

It was fucking pathetic what the man had to go through just to get a little bit of excitement in his life. Since the attempt on his life, he’d done nothing but recover in a glass box with everyone staring at him. The fact that he was even allowed in these meetings was amazing.

Lock shot him a surprised look. “You want to do a security install?”

“Anything. Give me fucking anything,” he pleaded.

“Nope. Not doing it,” Red stood. “After the last security install with the woman and the…” He held out his hands in front of his chest, mimicking boobs, then shuddered. “Not happening. Find someone else to do it.”

That was interesting. I hadn’t heard of anything particular happening on any install jobs. “What happened with the woman and the boobs?” I asked curiously.

“Yeah,” FNG protested. “And why are we just hearing about it now?”

“Because it wasn’t your fucking job,” Eli snapped.

“Nothing’s our job,” Fox muttered. “You’re a liability, Fox. Don’t throw those knives, Fox. Stop eating Funyuns on the job, Fox.”

FNG joined in with his own complaints. “Umbrellas aren’t a weapon, FNG.”

“Don’t drink Jameson while you’re flying, Max.”

I slid my gaze to Max and frowned. “You know, that one’s actually kind of important.”

“Sure,” he snorted. “Side with them.”

“I side with living, but sure, we’re all ganging up on you.”

Lock slammed his fist down on the table, drawing everyone’s attention. “Not that you care, but we do have things to do around here,” he grumbled. “Eli, you and Red take the security install. Kavanaugh…get a sandwich. You’re looking a little pale.”

“Pale? I’m—” He took a deep breath, drawing on all his patience.

Lock continued, completely ignoring Kavanaugh and the way he was flipping out. “Fox, I’ve got a special one for you.”

Fox sat upright in his seat, his eyes comically wide as he stared at Lock. “Seriously? You’re putting us out in the field?”

“That is what you’re trained for, is it not?”

“Yeah, I mean. Totally, but…You know, Cash never let me do anything. And Max, well, he’s always drunk. But hey, this is awesome! I finally get to use my knife skills again!”

“No knife skills. You’re on special assignment, and there are absolutely zero knives allowed.”

Fox’s shoulders dropped in sadness. “Well, that sucks. What’s the job?”

“Transport.”

FNG sighed. “Fucking figured. I bet it’s like a mummy or something.”

“Hey, don’t fuck around with those,” Kavanaugh jabbed his finger at FNG. “That shit isn’t funny.”

“Yeah, if you’re scared of dead people,” Max retorted.

“Would you guys fucking stop?” Lock shouted. He slid the folder down to Fox. “You’re transporting a package. It is very important that you don’t fuck this up.”

“Right,” Fox grinned. “So, what is it?”

“I don’t know,” Lock shrugged. “But whatever it is, it’s worth more than your fucking life, so you’d better make sure it arrives on time and in one piece.”

FNG leaned forward in his seat. “Wait, you’re telling me that we’re transporting something and we don’t even get to know what it is?”

“That should be easy for you,” Kavanaugh snorted.

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