"Damn. Not Raydor." Flynn cursed as he saw her approaching.
Where the hell was Provenza?
The Captain was the last person he wanted to be stuck with on a stakeout.
She is so uptight.
Raydor opened the car door and slipped into the front seat beside him. Flynn forced his grimace into some semblance of a smile.
"Lieutenant."
"Captain."
That was all that was said for the next hour as they sat watching the warehouse.
"You don't like me, do you Lieutenant?"
"No Captain, I don't."
At least he was honest.
"Perfect, I don't like you either."
So was she.