Family Betrayal

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James fell in step, casually and languidly.

"We know the drill. No firearms."

He still didn't know precisely how he felt about this business, though. There were too many unknown variables, too many motives left frustratingly opaque, and the only thing he could really be sure of was the fact that Austin did have fundamentally good intentions.

That didn't really put him any more at ease, however. Austin had a long history of good intentions, and unwelcome developments born thereof.

Not a single uncertainty actually showed on his face, though. That was absolutely key in this situation, focusing too on the next phase of the plan at this point could be lethal.

"Whereas undercover operations in which you are forced to maintain an alias are concerned, you need to fully adopt your persona. You are not someone pretending to be a technician, for example. Someone who is pretending is noticeable. For all intents and purposes, you ARE a technician, or a janitor, or a tired commuter, all the way up to the point you need to be a killer."

The words from that particular lecture at the Academy droned on somewhere in the back of his mind, while he resisted the urge to yawn, and he again scanned the surroundings with his eyes, a bored gun-for-hire.