Page 20 of Tactically Acquired

“Yeah,” Kavanaugh huffed. “Put them with Fox and they’ll be begging to go home.”

“Hey, I resent that,” Fox snapped. “I happen to be a very likable personality.”

“You can’t be a personality, dickhead,” Kavanaugh threw a pencil at him.

Fox ducked, glaring at him. “You know, Cash would have your ass for throwing a Ticonderoga.”

“Cash isn’t here,” Kavanaugh tossed back.

“Right, because then you’d be out of a job.”

“And you’d be out an eyeball.”

“Fucking hell!” Lock shouted. “This is not the third grade and I am not the playground supervisor!”

Kavanaugh stuck out his tongue at Fox, and Fox held his hands up on the sides of his temples and made a silly face while wiggling his fingers. Christ, at this point, I’d take the actors over this bullshit.

“When’s the pick up?” I asked, cutting through the crap.

“Three days,” Lock said, grateful that I was getting us back on track.

“What exactly are we supposed to do with them?” Thumper asked. “You don’t actually want us to take them out on a job, do you?”

Lock sighed heavily. “They’re covered for everything, but as of right now, we’ll take them to the training center and take them through the motions. If we get called out on a job, we’ll take them along and keep them in the background.”

“That shouldn’t be at all distracting,” IRIS muttered.

“Who are these actors?” Thumper asked.

Lock glanced back at the folder and frowned. “Um…Audrey Leigh and Spencer Gable. Oh, and their cameraman will be along also. Steven Grouper.”

The names sounded familiar, but hell, the last time I’d watched a movie was…fuck, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually sat down and had time to watch anything new.

A low chuckle filled the room, followed by a loud guffaw. I glanced around until I saw Max cracking up in his chair, something that was completely out of character for him.

“Man, you are so fucked.”

“Why?” Thumper asked.

Max slid his sunglasses from his face and turned toward the table, tossing his glasses down. “Audrey fucking Leigh?” He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Tightest fucking body you’ve ever seen with curves so fucking?—”

“Don’t you have a wife?” IRIS snapped.

Max’s eyebrows shot up. “Sorry, I wasn’t aware that kept me from noticing a woman’s figure.” He shoved his cigar in his mouth and puffed on it with a shrug. “Just saying, keep your dicks locked down.”

“My dick is perfectly fine,” Thumper grumbled.

“Sure, you keep thinking that,” Max chuckled.

“What could be so special about this woman?” I asked, curious about her now more than ever.

“You’ll know when you see it,” Max grinned. “Man, I am so fucking happy I’m not on this one.”

“She’s that tempting?” IRIS asked.

“Nobody can be that fucking tempting,” I retorted.

IRIS swung his gaze toward me, his eyes nearly glacial. “Are you saying Jane isn’t fucking beautiful?”

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