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He told Sloane that Anna was more likely to kill him than work with him. In fact, he told Sloane that several times over the course of their brief conversation that detailed the specs of this particular mission, but Sloane seemed assured that Anna wouldn't let old grudges interfere with the objective, which made sense, considering what a model operative she was, but it wasn't enough to quell his concern.
"Well, that's all well and good, sir, but what about after?"
Sloane didn't have an answer to that. Suddenly, he was twenty-two again and explaining to the man that if Caplan's calculations were off by even a microtesla, he'd probably wind up just as dead as their target. As he recalled, Sloane's response had been similar. He used to have employers who cared about his well-being, he was certain of it.
( Tattooed on my memory is the image of an angel's face... )
Muse: Julian Sark
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