He laughed slightly. "Do you even know how we operate? This place is supposed to be like family and like home, but instead you're acting so in charge, and bringing outsiders in. Don't tell me how we operate. I've been staying here since I was young."
His gaze turned steely, and he crossed his arms. "Why the hell do you think I'm bringing in outsiders, huh?" he asked harshly. He jabbed a finger at the man, still spinning on the projection. "This guy is really, really dangerous Gabe! And, I'm sorry, but your methods, although effective, are reckless and visceral. You need to have someone who knows how to plan for these attacks, and she's the best in the business. I'm doing this so you don't die."
"This isn't a game, Gabe," he said, looking tired. "I wanted to make sure that we don't lose you. You can be pissed about that all you want, but I'm acting in your best interest. Get over the fact that she dumped you, and act professionally."
"Whatever. Just deal with it," he said sharply. "I'm trying to keep you alive, and this is the best way to do it."
Petra waited patiently in the main hall of the building, leaning against the wall as she looked up at the ceiling.
