Author's Note - Uh oh, now we're in trouble. We've got disembodied voices here.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
"You're late."
"That may be, sir, but he's here and so the job's done."
"You bounty hunters - "
"That's not what I am! I'm simply a gun for hire."
"Fine then. You hired guns are all the same. You figure that rules don't apply to you because you don't think that anyone else can get the job done. You're lucky that I didn't deduct from your pay for making me wait."
"From what you've told me, ~sir~, you've been waiting for years. I fail to see what affect an extra few days will have on your enterprises."
"Maybe you're right, Flint. Maybe I'm just being impatient. But as the one who pays you, I get to decide what I am or am not. So maybe we won't argue about that, hmmm?"
"Whatever you like, sir."
"That's my girl. Now, are all his effects in order?"
"I had the clowns do their search on him. Pistol, cutlass, coins and compass ... Nothing out of the ordinary. What is it that you're looking for? Perhaps I can persuade him to give it to you."
"Perhaps you'll take your own advice, so to speak, and remember that the job is done. You're no longer needed here."
"Well what are you going to do with him, sir? You've got your trinkets."
"That is a job for someone else. That's for the clean-up."
"What -"
"You've been paid, Flint! Now is the time to make a graceful exit."
"You aren't going to kill him, are you ... ?"
"I think that's someone else's concern."
"And I think you misunderstood me. I wasn't asking - I was telling. You ~aren't~ going to kill that man!"
"Don't you flash around that metal at me! I can make your life very easy or I can make it very short! You've seen it, and on occasion you've done it for me to others. Don't try my patience any longer, gunslinger, because my professionalism only reaches so far. The Sparrow is mine, and I don't want to see you again."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
"You're late."
"That may be, sir, but he's here and so the job's done."
"You bounty hunters - "
"That's not what I am! I'm simply a gun for hire."
"Fine then. You hired guns are all the same. You figure that rules don't apply to you because you don't think that anyone else can get the job done. You're lucky that I didn't deduct from your pay for making me wait."
"From what you've told me, ~sir~, you've been waiting for years. I fail to see what affect an extra few days will have on your enterprises."
"Maybe you're right, Flint. Maybe I'm just being impatient. But as the one who pays you, I get to decide what I am or am not. So maybe we won't argue about that, hmmm?"
"Whatever you like, sir."
"That's my girl. Now, are all his effects in order?"
"I had the clowns do their search on him. Pistol, cutlass, coins and compass ... Nothing out of the ordinary. What is it that you're looking for? Perhaps I can persuade him to give it to you."
"Perhaps you'll take your own advice, so to speak, and remember that the job is done. You're no longer needed here."
"Well what are you going to do with him, sir? You've got your trinkets."
"That is a job for someone else. That's for the clean-up."
"What -"
"You've been paid, Flint! Now is the time to make a graceful exit."
"You aren't going to kill him, are you ... ?"
"I think that's someone else's concern."
"And I think you misunderstood me. I wasn't asking - I was telling. You ~aren't~ going to kill that man!"
"Don't you flash around that metal at me! I can make your life very easy or I can make it very short! You've seen it, and on occasion you've done it for me to others. Don't try my patience any longer, gunslinger, because my professionalism only reaches so far. The Sparrow is mine, and I don't want to see you again."