“Well for one –” Jensen pointed out the shitty job they had done of stripping the labeling on some of their equipment, popping open the tower side panel. “What’s left of the imprint over here, someone is either baiting or luring as far as I’m concerned. Because whoever these disphits didn’t care to pay big bucks to whoever half-assed it.”
Jakes brows lifted as he looked to Nelson. “Not to mention this bad boy–” Jensen tapped the hard drive. “Foggy, this? This ain’t good. An’ this guy -meaning me - likes that there are another two guys out there willin’ to help people. It’s another reason I’m here, because as much as I’ve read up on you and Murdock - I also am aware of the Union Allied Construction an’ I’m so fucking glad it’s not just me trying to figure this shit out. It’s probably alot to take in and it would be really cool if I could say I’m James Bond or some shit like that, yet we’ve got bigger fish that are frying up the city that need to be taken down.”
He raised an eyebrow. "James Bond?" There were so many other things he could have focused on, but all those things freaked him out. For his own safety, and for Matt and Karen's. How did they keep ending up knee deep in this kind of stuff? "What bigger fish?"
