50 On The Radar (1/2)

[MV: I need your help.]

[JH212: That's how you greet your husband-to-be?]

[MV: Prince Beiber, would you kindly shove your humor up your pretty a.s.s and help me?]

[JH212: Ouch. Yes?]

[MV: I need the contact details of one 'Ethan McCarthy'.]

[JH212: And this person is...]

[MV: Head of security. Works for Anthony.]

[JH212: Know of him.]

[JH212: Sent.]

I saw the little one flas.h.i.+ng beside the sign that said 'inbox'.

[MV: Thank you.]

[JH212: Anything else?]

[MV: Nothing for now.]

[JH212: Be careful.]

[MV: Will do.]

[JH212: Stay away from the b.a.s.t.a.r.d.]

[MV: Can't. It's in my current job description to stick to his side.]

[JH212: That's all?]

[MV: That's all.]

I switched off the chat and felt regret coursing through me. I'd always had a one track mind, but I don't think I'd ever spoken to the boy in that manner before. I outright used his resources and didn't even acknowledge his legitimate worries about my safety. I mean, I understood that he cared, but it wasn't something I needed to think about at the moment. I had to concentrate and believe that nothing was at risk. I didn't need to add the fear of leaving someone behind if I died in the course of this mission, which was highly probable.

It was the logical approach, but he'd always been my friend and talking to him in that manner struck a chord. Maybe, I should apologize. Well, then...

The first call was made to a person named Jacob Hunt who sounded as surprised and ecstatic about the call as a kid would be to meet Santa Clause on Christmas. That was what he sounded like.

”You called!” Yes, that definitely sounded like a squeal.