If you were, you'd be shopping for cops and firemen;
people with that kind of training, who'd know the limitations of the equipment
and people involved. Instead, you drafted me."
"Drafted you? Volunteerism isn't mandatory, you know."
"How long would my conversion be a secret if I turn you down, ma'am? When
would all the government agencies and anybody else who figured to hire a
super-bodyguard or whatever stop knocking on my door?"
"You think I'd tell anyone you'd been converted?"
"John, maybe. Or maybe I'd slip up and do something super in public. Doesn't
matter how the info gets out; it will. The combined might of an army might not
be enough to take you down, but I'm not going to be quite that powerful, am I?"
"Well, no, but..."
"But I'm going to be powerful enough to make the authorities nervous as hell
about having me around, right?"
Meeting his gaze, Mandi nodded slightly. "Yes."
"So unless I'm under someone's supervision -- someone stronger than me and
whom they believe they can control, even if only because she wants their
cooperation -- I may never have another damned day of peace or privacy.
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