What the fuck? I was a fucking cop who busts wealthy drug dealers and murderers. [God, 'was' is a fucking hard word.] Or at least I was. I don't give a fuck about being a hero. I give a damn about these people. You don't and if you have, you never showed it. It sounds like they're just fuckin' food.
[He wonders why his screen is fuzzing on his end, lines of static crossing it. The sound echoes back at him and he shakes the phone in frustration. Briefly (circumstantially) that seems to fix it.]
Look, as far as I know you might have survived two and a half years by walking over people, or throwing them under the bus. It might not be you being good. It might be you being a fuckin' shit. So uh... this feels shady. You'll have to get your confessional elsewhere.
[As bad as he wants a secret network, the bad vibes she gives him are way too strong. Gavin Reed strong. And he absolutely would have put a bullet in that man's head (or at least his shin) a couple of times if he didn't back down. He only ever backed down because Hank knew he would.]
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[He wonders why his screen is fuzzing on his end, lines of static crossing it. The sound echoes back at him and he shakes the phone in frustration. Briefly (circumstantially) that seems to fix it.]
Look, as far as I know you might have survived two and a half years by walking over people, or throwing them under the bus. It might not be you being good. It might be you being a fuckin' shit. So uh... this feels shady. You'll have to get your confessional elsewhere.
[As bad as he wants a secret network, the bad vibes she gives him are way too strong. Gavin Reed strong. And he absolutely would have put a bullet in that man's head (or at least his shin) a couple of times if he didn't back down. He only ever backed down because Hank knew he would.]