prompt: Get the president on the phone!


"So there I am, in the offices of a bleedin' eezo mogul. My back-up's dead at the bottom of an elevator shaft, the hacker's locked himself in the server room, and eight security goons just walked in and surrounded me. Know what I did?"

"Bomb?" suggested Jack.

"Nah. I sat my ass right down in that chair, put my goddamn feet up on the goddamn desk, picked up the comm, and told 'em to get me the goddamn president on the phone. Said we had a 'situation'."

"There's no way that worked, old man."

"Sure it did. Why would security know what the bleedin chief assistant to the assitant chief vice president of finance looked like?"

"You were in armor!"

"Told 'em I'd been playing golf. Sent 'em off to deal with the body in the elevator and break out the hacker, had one of the ACCAVP's cigars, and blew the place on my way out." The mercenary grunted with satisfaction at remembering a job well done. "Been smoking cigars ever since."

"Screw you, Massani. I don't believe half of it."

"Believe what you want to, ain't no skin off my nose. But if you don't want to hear the story, don't ask about the goddamn executive desk toy."