Chapter 1 - Arguing With Morons
Back from the CBI weapons seminar, Cho slammed his desk drawer shut.
Rigsby looked up, "What'd that drawer ever do to you?"
"I'm tired of taking crap from morons."
"Who are you and what did you do with Kimball Cho? Since when do you give a damn about what anyone says? - Who's saying what, anyhow?"
Cho sighed, irritated. "Asses like Johnson keep ragging on our unit. If I answer, I'm arguing with morons. If I don't answer, it's like I agree."
"I don't get a lot of crap from them. Who're they ragging on? Jane?"
"Yeah."
"Uh, don't you think Jane can take care of himself?"
"Not behind his back. They mock him for being afraid of guns–"
"Which he is."
"–and call him a coward."
"Which he isn't. So what? No other unit's got close rates like ours. They can't attack success so they snipe at Jane."
His Ice Man mask slipping back into place, "Just tired of it."
Cho got up and briskly walked toward the men's room. He brushed against Jane who was walking in the opposite direction. Cho's frosty glance was equivalent to a tirade by anyone else.
Jane pivoted and looked at Cho as he walked away, interest piqued. To Rigsby, "What's got Cho going?"
Rigsby glanced up, then away. "Nothing."
Hmm. Usually he'd say. Not now. About me? What's new? Seminar. Bingo! Getting to Cho, it matters. Do something? Jane's read occurred automatically, instantly.
