She looked down at her phone, the screen was still glowing with the want ads. Did NSA really have nothing better to do than watch her google searches and send it to Captain Eyepatch? She side eyed him skeptical of what this all was. He had yet to even say what said job was.
Wicked took a drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke out the side of her mouth.
"I don't blow guys for cash if that's what kind of job you're talkin' about."