After a tough Wind Warriors mission, he eagerly looked forward to several days at home to do nothing more than rest, relax, and live in quiet tranquility. Not that he actually enjoyed those highly rated goals, but at least getting away held a few benefits. Slowing his truck, he pulled into the parking lot of the local grocery store. Recognizing the caller ID number, he quickly answered. "Yeah?" "How's it going?" Ryan asked cheerfully. "It's going." He hated talking on the phone. Heck, he didn't care to say much in the presence of others either. The less they knew the better. Besides, he didn't have the patience for social correctness and manners. "I've got a job for you." "I just finished one. Don't need another," he grumbled. He'd met Ryan a while back when he followed his sister, Lark, on a Wind Warriors mission. Later, they'd teamed up and headed to Paris to permanently eradicate the man behind assassination attempts on a few of the Wind Warriors group. In truth, Ryan wasn't bad, for a government man.
