Mack Thompson |PF|
*There was no God. He knew this because if there was, he'd have been taken out of his misery long ago. No just God would make a man suffer so. Staring at the envelope like it was poison was simply postponing the inevitable. With a heavy sigh, he sliced open the seal, pulling the contents out to spill across the desk. No accidental deaths so far. Only one small explosion. He could likely spin it as a gas leak, as it was on a yacht in the Mediterranean. They wouldn't ask too many questions. The Israelian prime minister was still breathing, though there were some questions about the "Secret Service" agents' extracurricular activities. Kaleva and Ayesha were taking the new recruits through their paces. They'd soon have a short list for new teams.*
*There was no God. He knew this because if there was, he'd have been taken out of his misery long ago. No just God would make a man suffer so. Staring at the envelope like it was poison was simply postponing the inevitable. With a heavy sigh, he sliced open the seal, pulling the contents out to spill across the desk. No accidental deaths so far. Only one small explosion. He could likely spin it as a gas leak, as it was on a yacht in the Mediterranean. They wouldn't ask too many questions. The Israelian prime minister was still breathing, though there were some questions about the "Secret Service" agents' extracurricular activities. Kaleva and Ayesha were taking the new recruits through their paces. They'd soon have a short list for new teams.*