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Tex nodded. “Yeah.”
“They want to make sure his body can take whatever the world dishes out.” Pitbull shifted in his seat. “They’ve gone through his resume, spoken to people he’s worked with, including Wolf. He’s passed medical and psychological—now they just want to put him through his paces. They aren’t taking any chances. If he can go through GSG 9 simulations—he’s earned his place within the ranks. Once he passes…”
“You mean, if…” Tex put in.
Pitbull arched a brow. “No, CIRO is working him on our off-time. He’s tougher than I was when I started. So, once he passes, Beast has agreed to take him on.”
“And y’all are cool with this?” Tex asked.
Mozart grunted.
“It is a fair question.” Tex leaned back in the seat. “Someone may have a word or two to say about taking on someone who is so green behind the ears.”
“CIRO had a conversation and we’ve agreed it’s a good thing. Crash has a special set of skills that could come in handy in certain situations. It’s going to take some getting used to having another member but it isn’t impossible. Besides, he’s proven himself with the whole Rotterdam fiasco. There’s something there—I know it.”
Breakfast arrived then and Pitbull forced a topic change. Still, he couldn’t help wondering if Crash knew precisely what he was getting himself into. Pitbull resigned himself to helping Crash. After all, When Beast chose him to join CIRO people weren’t pleased. He was new, very little experience and if Beast hadn’t helped him, Pitbull knew he wouldn’t have made it to CIRO.
After breakfast, the three men wandered the downtown core. They slowly made their way back toward the condo, but stopped at little parkettes to take pictures and send back to the others, as well as at the CBC to get a tour of the place. It was remarkable what went into putting together a television show.
It was almost lunch time by the time they finally emerged from the CBC’s building and had to hurry to the CN Tower for their tour of the landmark. They ended it all by being harnessed and hanging off the side of the building. As the wind danced around his head, Pitbull closed his eyes and leaned all the way back. It dawned on him then he was precariously chilling atop what used to be the world’s tallest buildings.
He should have been terrified. But a fear of heights had vanished years ago during training for GSG 9. They were taught repelling, skydiving, underwater diving—everything to ensure they could maintain a high level of efficiency no matter what the condition.
“Woo!” Tex shouted as they were pulled back in and the harnesses removed. “Let’s do that again!”
“I can check it off my list of things to do.” Pitbull grinned from ear to ear.
“You have a bucket list?” Mozart asked.
“Yeah. Don’t you?”
“No.” Mozart said emphatically. “I’ve never thought to have one. I guess before Summer I didn’t give much thought to anything other than my mission.”
They stepped into the elevator for the ride back to ground level.
“Yeah. We all get tunnel vision sometimes,” Pitbull said. “But you’re out of it now.”
Mozart nodded.
They were barely back on the ground when his cell phone rang. Pitbull arched a brow because he hadn’t even remembered he had the thing. Still, he reached into his pocket for it and frowned as Mouth’s name flashed on the screen.
“Guten tag?” Pitbull answered.
“Yo,” Mouth said. “How’s Toronto?”
“Great.” Pitbull arched a brow. “Shouldn’t you guys be in Japan?”
“Plans fell through,” Mouth said. “We’re going to try for next month. Listen, I know this is your vacation but there’s a woman here to see you.”
“A what now?”
“A lady?” Mouth asked. “You do know what that is, right?”
“Smartass.” Pitbull frowned as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. He allowed the others to exit ahead of him before stepping out. “Who is she?”
“Her name is Anke Fischer.”
“Did you tell her I’m away for a few more weeks?”
