Re: Robert and Mike
"I'll make sure to register a complaint when we get back," he answered, snorting. "You know what's funny? There are unions for federal agents. I'd love to see the reaction if we registered with them." Not that he had any interest in rocking the boat, but it'd still be interesting to see how the government would react.
"Right, but we are and we should enjoy life, or some shit like that, right? Would you like to tell them that? I'm sure they'll be thrilled to hear it." Fuck this pretending business. They were sheep sent to the slaughter. There was nothing to enjoy here and the moment you forgot, you ended up dead.
"We're all trained, didn't you know that. Got the nice badge and the fake history to go with it." Except that that girl was still a teenager, not even eighteen, and having to face this. "Hey, Ross," he called out. "Get them into a car." There was no reason why they should stay there with the body of a friend lying not to far away. "What about now? Do we send her to a shrink like every good agents is supposed to? Oh wait, we don't have one of those either."