"Are we sure this is the best course of action? This business seems," she paused, looking of the files scattered over the table. "Petty and vengeful. You know this isn't how we normally operate."
"Since when are you one to questions the motives behind a job?" Yuri asked.
"When hitting a large number of targets involved with a government is the task at hand," HG fired back. "I'm not even supposed to be working in America."
"The others have already accepted, you are the last to sign on."
"Find someone else Yuri."
"There is no one else," he sighed. "I have been in this business many years, just like my father. You are one of the best of all times. The contractors will not fund the project unless you agree."
"No pressure there." HG mumbled.
"There is no pressure if you say yes."
HG looked again at the information spread across the table. Despite the Lattimer problem being handled nearly a year ago, the back and forth underground war between The Regents and her employers raged on.
After three failed attempts to take her life, it appeared the Regents had moved on to other less costly targets.
She didn't feel wrath, she felt exhausted.
"Yuri," she said quietly, "if I do this. If I agree to take this job, it will have three conditions. One-that I will pick the targets from this list and they will be our sole focus. Two-that these two people" she lifted two pictures taken from a distance, "are to be left alive. They will be the best ones to negotiate a cease fire when this is over."
Dark eyes bored into the man standing across from her. "Three-that you leave the woman behind all of this to me."
"These are a lot of concessions. I am not sure if the contractors will agree."
"Then I most certainly never will. I don't have a need for any of this. I have jobs of my own in prep stages Yuri and this entire situation has been nothing but a distraction."
"I will ask and let you know." Yuri picked up his coat. He looked over at HG.
"How do you know it is a woman who created this mess we are now in?"
HG turned away, glancing at the kitchen drawer that held the shattered remains of the black phone.
"She told me."
