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of a time messing them up and cleaning out some areas. He wondered if he could have Glitch create some revolving accounts that would route into the ones he would provide them on paper, with a created paper trail of spending and purchasing that mirrored what had truly been done on the correct accounts, but not the hundreds of small increment payments that accumulated to Jack’s salary for his mission.
They all had a salary they made under their alter egos, but Eagle paid them special through company expenditures that were placed neat throughout the company. Scratch was in charge of that. But with the clarity that Eagle was not looking out for their best interest, he could help expose those accounts. The feds couldn’t do anything until they had proof in their hands, and Eagle wouldn’t want to come out and say he had a hand in it. He’d have to spin it in a way to have Jack be the liar who came to the company under false pretenses and did this job for some other purposes. Eagle would wall behind his lawyers by then and be untouchable. He had no doubt that was exactly what the feds were looking for, in their round about way. He just needed to coordinate with Glitch and see if it was possible.
Scratch picked up the phone, preparing to call Glitch and go over the adjusted account files he’d be turning over when his door opened.
“Mr. Hines. Good we found you in your office,” Agent Axe said as he entered, without being acknowledged. Scratch clenched the phone before he forced himself to put it down slow and easy. The agent was dressed in a standard black suit with a white shirt and black tie. Couldn’t fault the man, though, it laid well on him—said official status and power all at once. Scratch had become a master at reading people. But he saw something else in Axe’s face, however, and that made his hackles rise.
Monica trailed in behind Axe, in a smart black blazer and slacks outfit. So they were twinzies, wasn’t that nice. Her hair was smoothed out and fell around her shoulders in a graceful wave and her eyes were trained on him. He gave her a cursory glance, before looking to Axe. There was the danger, for now.
“What can I do for you?” Scratch asked, standing slowly. He refrained from straightening his tie or coat. No use acting like he was nervous. He lifted his hand to shake Axe’s, who in turn glanced at it for a minuted before sliding his hands into his pockets. So it’s like that, huh? Scratch thought.
“Monica has told me about the files you gave her. I’m not sure why I would have to come down here to do her job for her, but you need to be aware that as a federal agent, anything she asks you for must be provided immediately,” Axe said, looking right in Scratch’s eyes. Scratch chewed on his irritation a moment. In one comment, Axe had been able to establish familiarity between him and Monica, put her work down, and set Scratch straight on procedures.
Yeah, Scratch was having none of that.
“And exactly, if you don’t mind me asking, what has Agent Tidwell not gotten from me?” Scratch asked. He stepped around his desk and pulled at each cuff before dropping his arms. He lifted one eyebrow as he waited for Axe’s response and slid on hand into his pocket. Scratch understood power, and he understood little shits that needed to be reminded they had none. Fuck the alphabet letters on Axe any day of the week.
“The files on accounts we requested,” Axe said. He didn’t turn his body. Instead, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and re-tucked his hands. The action bared both his badge and his sidearm. Tacky move.
“I gave her those. She came to me and told me those were not the ones she needed. Had you been more specific on the exact files you wanted, the misunderstanding would have been easier to stop from having. I work on thousands of accounts in any given week. I have accounts that my employees handle. Tell me exactly what you need to know and I can
They all had a salary they made under their alter egos, but Eagle paid them special through company expenditures that were placed neat throughout the company. Scratch was in charge of that. But with the clarity that Eagle was not looking out for their best interest, he could help expose those accounts. The feds couldn’t do anything until they had proof in their hands, and Eagle wouldn’t want to come out and say he had a hand in it. He’d have to spin it in a way to have Jack be the liar who came to the company under false pretenses and did this job for some other purposes. Eagle would wall behind his lawyers by then and be untouchable. He had no doubt that was exactly what the feds were looking for, in their round about way. He just needed to coordinate with Glitch and see if it was possible.
Scratch picked up the phone, preparing to call Glitch and go over the adjusted account files he’d be turning over when his door opened.
“Mr. Hines. Good we found you in your office,” Agent Axe said as he entered, without being acknowledged. Scratch clenched the phone before he forced himself to put it down slow and easy. The agent was dressed in a standard black suit with a white shirt and black tie. Couldn’t fault the man, though, it laid well on him—said official status and power all at once. Scratch had become a master at reading people. But he saw something else in Axe’s face, however, and that made his hackles rise.
Monica trailed in behind Axe, in a smart black blazer and slacks outfit. So they were twinzies, wasn’t that nice. Her hair was smoothed out and fell around her shoulders in a graceful wave and her eyes were trained on him. He gave her a cursory glance, before looking to Axe. There was the danger, for now.
“What can I do for you?” Scratch asked, standing slowly. He refrained from straightening his tie or coat. No use acting like he was nervous. He lifted his hand to shake Axe’s, who in turn glanced at it for a minuted before sliding his hands into his pockets. So it’s like that, huh? Scratch thought.
“Monica has told me about the files you gave her. I’m not sure why I would have to come down here to do her job for her, but you need to be aware that as a federal agent, anything she asks you for must be provided immediately,” Axe said, looking right in Scratch’s eyes. Scratch chewed on his irritation a moment. In one comment, Axe had been able to establish familiarity between him and Monica, put her work down, and set Scratch straight on procedures.
Yeah, Scratch was having none of that.
“And exactly, if you don’t mind me asking, what has Agent Tidwell not gotten from me?” Scratch asked. He stepped around his desk and pulled at each cuff before dropping his arms. He lifted one eyebrow as he waited for Axe’s response and slid on hand into his pocket. Scratch understood power, and he understood little shits that needed to be reminded they had none. Fuck the alphabet letters on Axe any day of the week.
“The files on accounts we requested,” Axe said. He didn’t turn his body. Instead, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and re-tucked his hands. The action bared both his badge and his sidearm. Tacky move.
“I gave her those. She came to me and told me those were not the ones she needed. Had you been more specific on the exact files you wanted, the misunderstanding would have been easier to stop from having. I work on thousands of accounts in any given week. I have accounts that my employees handle. Tell me exactly what you need to know and I can
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