1 Problems with white hats
Kincaid took another swig of his beer as he mulled over the problem at hand. Mercer knew he had switched his Comm. Frequency. He himself knew Mercer had run to Kilmann with that little bit of information. Something would have to be done about Mercer and Kilmann. The Bitch was dangerous but he didn't know how much she had put together yet. He certainly didn't want to risk his neck by taking her on if he didn't have to. Mercer on the other hand could be "fixed" easily.
Graham paid him well to get rid of his competition and those that betrayed him. He didn't have much use for tattle tales himself, so he didn't mind doing the work. Besides he really wanted that boat, a beautiful forty footer. Just him and the ocean that'd be the day, he thought playing with the beer bottle, his mind lost in the alcohol-enhanced daydream. Cutler suddenly brought him out of his reverie; he was getting to be more and more of a liability of late.
" Jack, what do you think we should do about Mercer, you know he told HER about the comms?" he asked in a irritating whine.
" Stop whining Marcus, nothing we don't do anything until we know for sure and we can get away clean, but if you keep on like you been doing, I'm not going to be able to save you. Just relax drink your beer. Get a woman for chrissakes!" Kincaid said angrily, smacking his hand down on the cheap wooden tabletop.
" Jack?" Cutler whined at Kincaid's unexpected display of temper.
" Shut up Marcus! Just leave Kilmann and Mercer to me." Kincaid slurred a little taking another sip of his now lukewarm beer. He turned his attention to the lovely blonde waitress, in a black leather mini-skirt and tight red top. She took his half finished beer and exchanged it for the ice-cold one on her tray.
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Kincaid took another swig of his beer as he mulled over the problem at hand. Mercer knew he had switched his Comm. Frequency. He himself knew Mercer had run to Kilmann with that little bit of information. Something would have to be done about Mercer and Kilmann. The Bitch was dangerous but he didn't know how much she had put together yet. He certainly didn't want to risk his neck by taking her on if he didn't have to. Mercer on the other hand could be "fixed" easily.
Graham paid him well to get rid of his competition and those that betrayed him. He didn't have much use for tattle tales himself, so he didn't mind doing the work. Besides he really wanted that boat, a beautiful forty footer. Just him and the ocean that'd be the day, he thought playing with the beer bottle, his mind lost in the alcohol-enhanced daydream. Cutler suddenly brought him out of his reverie; he was getting to be more and more of a liability of late.
" Jack, what do you think we should do about Mercer, you know he told HER about the comms?" he asked in a irritating whine.
" Stop whining Marcus, nothing we don't do anything until we know for sure and we can get away clean, but if you keep on like you been doing, I'm not going to be able to save you. Just relax drink your beer. Get a woman for chrissakes!" Kincaid said angrily, smacking his hand down on the cheap wooden tabletop.
" Jack?" Cutler whined at Kincaid's unexpected display of temper.
" Shut up Marcus! Just leave Kilmann and Mercer to me." Kincaid slurred a little taking another sip of his now lukewarm beer. He turned his attention to the lovely blonde waitress, in a black leather mini-skirt and tight red top. She took his half finished beer and exchanged it for the ice-cold one on her tray.
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