“Sheehan’s a flake, but good as they come. Keep a finger on her, she’s fine. This kind of mission… have to say no. We don’t have time to babysit.”
“All right, so we book the other guy for communications. Wallace?” Ben made a notation.
“Best boomer in the business.”
“Like stone. Seems to have plastique in his blood.”
Wil raised an eyebrow. “Considering what they did to us, would you be surprised?”
Ben snorted in reply.
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