"Great. Then I'll be tech. I was always better at that," John said, practically nonplussed by Jack's huffy rejection. He was on a roll now. "So what now, boss?"
Hart was practically beaming now, if only to infuriate the other man. He rested his hands on his hips and looked up at him but was jarred by someone passing by, his immediate response to make a gesture with one hand like his pistol after the rude civilian. Not shooting anyone would definitely be the hard part.