Instead, she said, “Respectable. Normal.”
“And it’s not illegal?”
“No, Hunter, it’s not illegal. It’s recon. No guns, no knives, no threats.”
“Do most of your jobs involve guns, knives, and threats?”
“Sometimes… okay, most of the time, but I’m rarely involved in the boots on the ground part. So will you do it or not?”
Hunter leaned against his office chair, contemplating the stupidity of this conversation.
You’ll get to see her again,the devil on his shoulder stated.
And possibly ruin your life,the angel countered.
Instead, he listened to his gut. “Yes. I’ll do it. When do you need me?”
“I’ll let you know. What about the training?”
“I drop Kyle off at home tomorrow. How about Friday?”
“That’s fine. I’ll shoot you over a list of things to download or purchase. I hope you’re prepared to shell out some pretty big dollars. Hacking isn’t cheap.”
It’s not like you can write this off as a business expense.
“Money isn’t a problem. Do you have my email?”
“Yes, Hunter. I have all your information, including your bank balance. I promise to not drain all your money. Your bank requires a minimum of a hundred dollars.”
“Wait! Hold on. Are you going to take all my money?”
Snickering, Byte promised not to clean him out. “I’m just saying I can. I’ll send you an email with a secured link to a private email account. This email will disappear from your inbox in fifteen minutes, so make it quick.”
“So Mission Impossible. How will I reach you? Do you have a cell phone number I can call you on?”
She had several, but for Hunter, she would activate a new number.
“I’ll include it in the secure email account. Do not save it on your phone as my name.”
“I heard someone call you Danielle?”
“No. You can add my contact information under Genius.”
“Right… Maybe I’ll list it as Humble.”
Smirking, Byte said her goodbyes and leaned against her sofa.
You’re playing with fire.
It’s been a long time since she’d felt heat… at least not the kind of warmth she had when she heard Hunter’s voice.
Fire.
Burn.
Destruction.
Reborn.