"Wait a minute, what!?"

"Honey, I said we'll help."

Casey grinned at me.

"Looks like your helping me."

I threw a look over to him, and continued eyeing Gabriel. I didn't trust him. Still wouldn't if he hadn't proved something. Something that I consider invaluable. Something I owe him for.

"So, Gabe, if I may, how are you connected to all of this?"

"Well, the nuke that went of in India..."

"Wait a minute, this guy set off a nuke, and you didn't think to tell me?"

"No. Anyways, when it went off, my oldest friend died in the blast. I was on the hill 20 miles from it. I saw it happen. I blinked, and a city was gone. It became personal. That, and Casey needed someone he could trust, and he didn't want to get you back in the game, but this was my idea."

"Well, you're very blunt."

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind when Debate and Forensics opens up again. Sorry, I don't argue with my voice, I use my Glock. I'm an assassin, remember?"

I nodded slowly. For the rest of the day, we sat around catching each other up on what was happening. We all shared stories from the past two years. Even Gabriel. That guy was young, but tight in the collar. He hated the book, and preferred being above and beyond the law.

Finally, Casey asked about Morgan.

"Hey, where's the moron Morgan?"

"Hmm, actually, I don't know. Let's go check his apartment."

Casey nodded, and got up and followed me to the door of Morgans apartment. I noticed the door was open slightly, but Morgan never could get them closed. We payed no attention.

"Hey, Morgan! Home buddy? Someone wants to see you."

We listened, and nothing broke the silence.

"Casey, if Morgan was home, he would answer and he always lock the door. Let's check if something is wrong."

We opened the door and walked to the living room. There, on the couch, was Morgan, with duct tape over his mouth. I ran over and peeled it off.

"Morgan, what happened?!"

"He did."

He nodded head to a dark spot in the room, and a man stepped out of the shadows with a gun pointed at us.
"Ello Mr. Casey. I hope your day isn't going to be ruined by this little sticky wicket. I do hope it ends where we all go about our business without any loss."

"You might want to tell me your name. If you don't, you will end up like the many nameless victims on my list."

"Jack Despereaux. I'm an English Frenchman. Also, that and an ex member of SAS, but that's not important now. What is, is I'm going to kill this, Morgan."

"Over my dead body, that and yours."

Someone spoke from behind him, and a dull, muffled thump emanated from the back window. Gabriel was standing there, with a silenced Russian service Mp-43 pistol in his hand. He hopped in the window.

"Funny gent he was. Never did like Englishman, nor Frenchman for that matter, nor a little of both combined."

"Something you have against Brits?"

"No, just not overly fond of them shooting at me every time I'm in London, or even England in general."

"They must not like you."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure when you kill their head of MI-5, it kinda rubs em' sideways."

"Your being more revealing with us now."

"Actually, I'm not. I just have a long standing feud with them. Like, batman and every criminal in Gotham feud. Except I'm pretty, lethal."

"What do you know, martial arts wise?

"Krav Maga, Judo, karate, SOC-P, Russian hand to hand, and CLWS. You know, the German special forces thing?"

"Wow. You know a lot of them."

"Hence why I'm considered a lethal weapon. With just my hands."

"Remind me to keep that in mind if we ever play poker."

"Why?"

"Oh, no particular reason."

"Lemme guess, you cheat?"

I rolled my eyes and responded indignantly. "Yeah."

"Cheaters never win. Unless you're a hit man. Then you cheat death all the time."

I nodded. While we were talking, Casey untied Morgan. Morgan had ran to the kitchen excitedly and scurried back with a coffee mug with fresh coffee. The mug had gun specifications all over, and they were broken down.

"My god, Morgan you kept that?"

"I knew you'd come back one day, John. Wanted you to have something familiar to drink from."

"Morgan, your kindness has touched me."

"Hey, um, Casey? There's a body in our living room. What do we do with it? No rush."

"Yeah, that poses a problem."

"We'll be able to dump it in the ocean. We're not far from it."

"No, I have a better idea. If we bring it to the old CIA dump site, I'm still on their payroll. We can dump it there."

"Well, geez. Why didn't I think of that."

"Maybe your not familiar with Burbank."

"True. For a 21 year old assassin, you would think I would've been here before."

"True, I mean with your pay grade and with all your...wait, your an assassin?!"

"Yes."

Morgans faced brightened with this fan girl type face.

"No Morgan, you don't get to go with us."

"Come on, bro. You knew this is all I've ever wanted."

"No Morgan. I'm not letting you come with me, Casey Sarah, and oh, an assassin!"

"Well Chuck, we do need a tech guy to bug the house.."

"Yes. I'll do it."

I cast a sideways glance to Casey and Gabriel. Morgan almost pleading and Sarah came in. Looks like I was going to get dragged in again.

"Well. What's the plan Casey."