Callen, G. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} g_callen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
G snorted. "I think you're seriously confusing me with a guy who hasn't been doing this job for twenty years."
Listening as Renko went on, however, left G speechless. Truly speechless, in a way he couldn't remember being since he found out he had a brother. Stopping the truck he let it idle while he leaned his arms and stared out the front windshield for a long moment. "Are you serious?" he asked finally, turning to look at Renko. "That's..."
G didn't even know where to start. Here he'd been thinking this was Renko, one guy who truly ought to get it. And it turned out the joke was on G. Even Renko, who maybe didn't have the years in the intelligence game G did but still have the years working with G himself, didn't get it.
That wasn't even getting into the fact this was a man who had led his ops and who should know better than most that shooting was what you considered last, not first.
If even Renko didn't get it, what the hell was G doing here in the first place?
"First, the guy who can aim, fire, move, and repeat for a full clip before you've had time to pull the trigger for more than a couple double taps doesn't need to be told you can't duck bullets. And just being able to see farther distances doesn't improve your marksmanship, especially if you have to use a silencer for your own safety and not for stealth.
"Second, you've done this job long enough to know there's a hell of a lot more to it than shooting. You're an undercover agent, who has led ops. You honestly can't see any reason for me to know any of that when planning ops? You have abilities that could mean I can send you in on surveillance ops I couldn't send anyone else on without a ton of gear we don't have and they might not be able to take in. But, I can't do that if I don't know what you can do. The next time I'm handcuffed to a fucking stove with no comms, do I have to wait for you to find someone else like Kensi who actually knows morse code? Or can I possibly speak under my breath and have a chance of you hearing me give you the information you need to get me out?"
Shaking his head, sat up and disengaged the brakes. With the truck moving again, he had something else to focus on than the deep disappointment he should have expected. This was why he'd never tried before. Partners, teams, they all disappointed. He'd just gotten lucky in finding the exception in Sam. Thinking there were others who got it was only going to prove him wrong. "No, we don't both know that. And even if the odds bear that out, it's damned foolish not to plan for the eventuality that next time they come during the day, under cover of local LEOs maybe. But, again, preparing for an attack is only one portion of what we do, unless you're telling me you want an office job instead of getting back on the field teams when your sight returns."