Please. Ill do anything, she whispered. He surveyed the room, taking in both Mallory and I. Then he turned back to Jordan. His angry demeanor softened...slightly. Jordan, I have to. Im sorry but is anyone finds out about this… he left the sentence trailing for a moment. Jordan you know I like you. But I cant turn my back on this. I just cant. No ones going to find out, she answered. There arent any cameras in storage. No one has to know. Lets just say what happened in here stays in here. Please.. I estimate distance to target 175-plus yards. This is right at my limit of what I can target. I'm waiting for the wind to die down, but this plan won't work once the sun rises. The Paleo will rise with it." Kara, your group and the A-team are the ones at risk. We're relatively safe up here. We are the anvil, you are the hammer. Don't strike if the setup isn't right. We'll only get one chance at this." I know. I'm putting my scope on my target now. Wait for my pistol shot to begin. And why did you decide to fuck with a "G" anyway? Please don't for one let the girl clothes fool you, you will get your stupid ass dealt with just on general purposes. I ain't no mutbafuckin joke, and I don't play with other folk k**s. Your mama should have swallowed your racist ass instead of giving birth. Pray to God that I never find out your real identity, because it's curtains for you faggot. Threatening my life, talking about what you're gonna do, when we both know that you ain't gonna do. ”“Impossible,” Gilly said.“Spy?” Porter suggested and she shook her head in denial.Porter tried again. “Collaborationist?”Gilly cocked her head and considered the idea. “Possibly, but I doubt it.”“Desperate dogmatist of the Blue Hand?” Porter said.“Maybe so,” Gilly said, confirming his idea.Porter grinned but there was no mirth behind it. “If that is so, that makes you and I official iconoclasts of the order of the Blue Hand. Congratulations.”“I-cono-what?”“Iconoclast: anti-dogmatists, people.