He's weak inside. I know what happened in the fight room. When push comes to shove, he's going to fold. Believe me."Saxon's lips thinned, but he kept his silence."We'll see," offered Namir.But the next words Hardesty uttered froze Saxon's blood in his veins. "You should have let me deal with him after Rainbird." Just hearing himsay the name of the grisly failure made Saxon's gut twist with anger and sick dread. Namir's reply was lost as the wind dropped for a moment,but Hardesty's answer was clear. "We don't need them both. Gunther's the better choice. I say we put Saxon down. He's never gonna be a coldeyed stone killer. He just doesn't have it in him."When Namir replied, Saxon heard the steel in his tone. "As I said, that choice has never been yours to make. I recruit operatives with potential,men and women whom I consider worthwhile. If the group is endangered, then the decision will be made. No one is bulletproof, Scott. Not Ben,not you, not even me. Never forget that." Footsteps scraped on the asphalt; they were coming back.Saxon glanced around; if he left his place of concealment, there was no way he could make it to other cover before Namir and Hardesty enteredthe hangar.
