Crossing paths 10
Hired Gun—
Gary wasn't easily impressed, but he'd been impressed repeatedly in the last 24 hours. First with Will's shape-shifting act, then with the DEA team's skills and nerve, and then with Don's driven intensity. Now here Gary was, laying on a rooftop at the Van Nuys Airport next to one of the country's top snipers, and he expected to be impressed again. He didn't believe the plan would actually succeed, but it would be impressive that they even tried.
"So Don just called and you came?" Gary asked.
"Mm-hmm," Edgerton said, adjusting his rifle.
"Came 'cross country in less than 12 hours. Just like that."
Edgerton turned to look at him. "If Don had called you and asked you to save his life, would you?"
"Well, yes."
"That's what he did, so here I am."
"Do you even know Will?"
"No," Edgerton replied.
"And?" Gary pushed, trying to figure out what drove this sniper and what hold Don had over him.
Edgerton gave him an annoyed look. "I don't know what you're trying to get at. Why are you here? Because Will needed you and now you're involved. I'm here because there are very few people that can do what needs to be done. Don's a friend of mine. I don't have that many of those."
"But it's not Don's life."
Edgerton raised his eyebrows. "Don't you believe in love, Lieutenant Walker?"
"Uh," Gary grimaced. "Been married three times, and divorced just as many."
"Ah, an eternal optimist. I've never met Will, but by all accounts, if your first marriage had been like Don and Will's relationship, there never would have been need for a second. It is Don's life that I'm trying to save."
Gary blinked and Edgerton turned back to his rifle.
"Now, be quiet. It's almost show time."