HIATUS

                       ❝Is that vodka?❞                                                       ❝Yeah.❞                     ❝Are you Russian?❞                                                   ❝Yeah.❞                                                                            i. ii. iii. iv.

Real or not, nothing has changed. You chose hunting Mark over me and you would do it again, wouldn’t you? 

                                      ❝He will gut us in our sleep if he even                                          suspects that we have our own agenda.                                                          So, just play nice.❞                                                                      i. ii. iii.

“You’re right——                Ryan and Mike need to be here to watch you die.      I’d really love to see their faces, knowing they can’t                                                                                              s a v e  you.”

    ❝R I G H T ----           I could call them, do you want me           to do that? To get them here?❞

“C’mon Max——               I  P R O M I S E.      You know I take this very seriously.               I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

       ❝Alright----            Tonight it is. I’ll meet you out back,            bring the stuff and we’ll do it. Hey?            You can be real sweet when you            want to be. Thanks.❞

“no, nope, no way, nope.”

    ❝I hear what you’re saying, but have you         considered Y E S?❞

“Max——    Of course I’m sure.           I was  B O R N  ready.”

      ❝Be serious. If we mess this up,             I could-- I will lose everything             and we would both be screwed.             P R O M I S E me.❞

                                  ❝You read my mind.❞ Max pulled a mug from the cabinet and                                        promptly began filling it with coffee. No milk, no sugar. Black.                                        If they planned to work all day and through the night again, she                                        was going to need it. The mug was cradled in both hands and                                        she paused as she bought it to her lips, allowing the warmth of                                        the liquid heat her cold hands, ❝Any news? Updates?❞

       ”I should just kill you.”

          ❝Kill me now and the FBI will be onto you               in a matter of seconds -- and something               tells me you don’t want that. Be smart,               Mark.❞

We’re all responsible.

FBI Trio | Exposed