“Then follow the plan. You wanted the gun, you got it. For once in your damn life, fall back and follow orders. Leave this to the guys actually trained to do it. What are your orders?” I grit my teeth, unused to following anyone else’s lead. “If I see a bad guy,” I say stonily, “shoot him.” “And?” He cocks one thick eyebrow at me, looking very The Rock-ish. “Don’t get my ass killed.”
