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have heard it. It wasn‟t often
Zane let his temper loose.
To Ty‟s surprise, it wasn‟t Zane who finally spoke. It wasn‟t even
someone on his immediate team. A voice in the back piped in. “Sir, all
due respect, but it was about time someone said it.”
A rumbling of agreement passed around the lecture hall.
“We‟ve been getting nothing but shit from the press and people
out there since the fall,” Special Agent Fred Perrimore added, his deep
voice easily carrying through the room. “Then today I drive in, and
nobody threw water balloons at my car. They‟re still yelling that we
should be doing something, but it‟s an improvement.”
McCoy began to rub at the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes
closed.
Ty cleared his throat and sat straighter. He tended to think people
needed someone to kick a little politically incorrect ass, and do it
loudly, but he wasn‟t paid the big bucks to make those decisions. He
was paid to kick ass quietly. “I‟m sorry, Mac,” he offered. “I shouldn‟t
have said it, but… it can‟t make things any worse.”
“It can make you a target, Grady!” McCoy shouted, obviously at
the end of his rope.
Zane finally spoke up. “No more than the rest of us,” he said
evenly. “If they‟d known his name, they would have splashed it all over
the broadcast.”
“Do you have any idea how many calls we‟ve fielded asking who
the two FBI agents at the aquarium were? It won‟t be hard to find out
who you are, and they will eventually. For right now they‟re calling
you „the Rider‟ and him „the Runner‟.”
“Original,” Alston observed sarcastically with a glance at Ty.
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“Catchy,” Ty responded with a nod.
“Thought that reporter was gonna pass clean out when you rode
up on that hog, Garrett. Good one,” Perrimore said with a light punch
to Zane‟s bicep. “Must do you good with the ladies.”
Zane just rolled his eyes as he sighed and shook his head. Ty
smiled at him before he could stop himself. That Perrimore didn‟t know
the Honda Valkyrie wasn‟t a Harley probably irritated Zane more than
the fact he thought Zane used it to pick up girls.
“One more word from the front row, and I will fire you all on the
spot,” McCoy threatened. “Now. We have a speaker from Public
Relations here to have a talk. You can all thank Special Agent Grady
after it‟s over,” he announced to the room, then stalked off the stage
and told the guest speaker to go on.
The PR guy started by replaying the news broadcast for them.
When Ty and Zane came on camera and Ty spoke this time, his finger
pointing at the camera, the room of agents erupted into cheers, whistles,
and applause. Ty sank lower and covered his face again so McCoy
wouldn‟t see him smiling and fire him. He felt a nudge of a toe to his
foot. A sideways look at his partner earned him an amused wink. Zane
had told him last night that he agreed with what Ty had said and the
delivery of the message, despite the fact that McCoy would blow a
gasket. Zane‟s prediction had come to pass. There were gaskets galore
this afternoon.
“Now, while I must agree that Special Agent Grady‟s phrasing
could have been more diplomatic,” the PR rep said, showing off his
perfectly aligned, extra-bright white teeth, “I do have to say that the
image being presented can only help us. People have been demanding
action, and they‟ve just been given some big and bold action.”
“Now that is what they should call us,” Ty said with a satisfied
nod.
“Oh Jesus,” Alston muttered.
“And to be frank,” White Strips continued, “procedural and
agency shows are all over TV and are big hits, and Grady and Garrett
here looked just like the rogue agents do on TV.”
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Zane choked on his sip of coffee, setting off a round of tittering
and outright laughter.
“Well,” Alston said, just loud enough for Ty and Zane to
Zane let his temper loose.
To Ty‟s surprise, it wasn‟t Zane who finally spoke. It wasn‟t even
someone on his immediate team. A voice in the back piped in. “Sir, all
due respect, but it was about time someone said it.”
A rumbling of agreement passed around the lecture hall.
“We‟ve been getting nothing but shit from the press and people
out there since the fall,” Special Agent Fred Perrimore added, his deep
voice easily carrying through the room. “Then today I drive in, and
nobody threw water balloons at my car. They‟re still yelling that we
should be doing something, but it‟s an improvement.”
McCoy began to rub at the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes
closed.
Ty cleared his throat and sat straighter. He tended to think people
needed someone to kick a little politically incorrect ass, and do it
loudly, but he wasn‟t paid the big bucks to make those decisions. He
was paid to kick ass quietly. “I‟m sorry, Mac,” he offered. “I shouldn‟t
have said it, but… it can‟t make things any worse.”
“It can make you a target, Grady!” McCoy shouted, obviously at
the end of his rope.
Zane finally spoke up. “No more than the rest of us,” he said
evenly. “If they‟d known his name, they would have splashed it all over
the broadcast.”
“Do you have any idea how many calls we‟ve fielded asking who
the two FBI agents at the aquarium were? It won‟t be hard to find out
who you are, and they will eventually. For right now they‟re calling
you „the Rider‟ and him „the Runner‟.”
“Original,” Alston observed sarcastically with a glance at Ty.
Divide & Conquer | 43
“Catchy,” Ty responded with a nod.
“Thought that reporter was gonna pass clean out when you rode
up on that hog, Garrett. Good one,” Perrimore said with a light punch
to Zane‟s bicep. “Must do you good with the ladies.”
Zane just rolled his eyes as he sighed and shook his head. Ty
smiled at him before he could stop himself. That Perrimore didn‟t know
the Honda Valkyrie wasn‟t a Harley probably irritated Zane more than
the fact he thought Zane used it to pick up girls.
“One more word from the front row, and I will fire you all on the
spot,” McCoy threatened. “Now. We have a speaker from Public
Relations here to have a talk. You can all thank Special Agent Grady
after it‟s over,” he announced to the room, then stalked off the stage
and told the guest speaker to go on.
The PR guy started by replaying the news broadcast for them.
When Ty and Zane came on camera and Ty spoke this time, his finger
pointing at the camera, the room of agents erupted into cheers, whistles,
and applause. Ty sank lower and covered his face again so McCoy
wouldn‟t see him smiling and fire him. He felt a nudge of a toe to his
foot. A sideways look at his partner earned him an amused wink. Zane
had told him last night that he agreed with what Ty had said and the
delivery of the message, despite the fact that McCoy would blow a
gasket. Zane‟s prediction had come to pass. There were gaskets galore
this afternoon.
“Now, while I must agree that Special Agent Grady‟s phrasing
could have been more diplomatic,” the PR rep said, showing off his
perfectly aligned, extra-bright white teeth, “I do have to say that the
image being presented can only help us. People have been demanding
action, and they‟ve just been given some big and bold action.”
“Now that is what they should call us,” Ty said with a satisfied
nod.
“Oh Jesus,” Alston muttered.
“And to be frank,” White Strips continued, “procedural and
agency shows are all over TV and are big hits, and Grady and Garrett
here looked just like the rogue agents do on TV.”
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Zane choked on his sip of coffee, setting off a round of tittering
and outright laughter.
“Well,” Alston said, just loud enough for Ty and Zane to
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