"Living dangerously. Or would that be for recruitment? A little look, sign up a few more," he joked. He held up a hand. "That explains it. Make a sex tape, instant fame." Or instant destruction of a reputation. He'd retrieved one once from a couple of blackmailers that could have ruined the public personas of a few high ranking officials. The price had been pretty damn good too.
"Damn." He lifted the glass in toast. "Here's to them staying clear of breaking seals." He paused and frowned. The longer he was here, the weirder the things he just got used to saying.
Eliot nodded. "You're welcome." He shrugged his shoulders. "I just ask nicely." Which was the truth. He'd asked the two EMTs in the supply closet where one was and if it could be borrowed. They hadn't seen a problem with it. The fact that Eliot had been wearing an EMT uniform shirt at the time might've helped.