He snorted. “I’m no gods-damned hero, Hero.” James never thought of himself as heroic. “I’m just lucky and I amuse the Gods, so they keep me around for a laugh.” He laughed and then shook his head. “I just do my job.”
He worked hard to get back into special operation after his injuries nearly crippled him for life. If it was not for the specialized medical care and physical therapy he received on Caprica, he might have retired. If he did, he feared his wife would have encouraged him to go into politics, something he rather stay out of as much as he could.