Disclaimer: I do not own "Human Target". If I did, I wouldn't be waiting 3 weeks (thanks a lot, Fox Networks!) to see what happens next.
A/N: this is just a random oneshot I thought of after watching Guerrero protect Chance against the Thin Man at the end of "Sanctuary". Please do not flame.
Thin Man's POV
I should have known better.
Subconsciously, I think I suspected something when Guerrero called to say he could get me what I wanted – for a price of course. That wasn't surprising. In the business world, someone could get anything if they had a big enough wallet. Everyone had a price, even someone like Guerrero.
What was surprising was what he was asking for: Money……and information. Easy enough, right? Yeah, sure. Who was I kidding? Guerrero didn't "ask" for information. He knew practically everything, and what he didn't know, he could find out in less than an hour if he had a good laptop connection.
For Guerrero to ask me for information should've set the alarm bells ringing. But my greed drowned them out. If I got the information he was offering, I'd be The Man. I'd have all the money and power a guy could ask for. Nobody could touch me.
So what if Guerrero wanted to know my boss' name? No one said I had to keep my end of the deal. I'd still pay him, sure, but as for the name, forget it. If my boss had wanted Guerrero to know who he was, he'd have come himself. Guerrero would get his money all right, just not the information. It was better than he deserved.
Besides, I thought as I turned my back on him hours later, file in hand, there's nothing he can do to me.
That's when the bullet slammed into my back.
I howled in pain and collapsed to the ground, the file and its contents flying out of my grasp.
I'd underestimated him.
The crafty devil had played me. He'd wanted to know my boss' name in order to know who to go after next. He wanted to know who was gunning for Chance.
"He doesn't just get to walk away after what he did," I declared, half laying, half sitting against the car, not looking up as he approached.
He didn't answer, and fear began to flood up my spine. I'd been an idiot.
There was no way Guerrero would betray Chance. They had a history. Something had happened, and now Guerrero was willing to kill for Chance.
Kill me, I thought grimly.
Accepting my fate, I glared up at him defiantly.
"You think you can protect him? You can't," I warned him.
His lanky frame towered over me, and his blue eyes were cold in his otherwise expressionless face.
"We'll see," he replied before lifting the gun.
I should have known better.
There! Done! Please R&R!