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“What’s your definition of horrible?”
“Murdering good people for money.”
“Jesus,” I said, horrified.
“But killing bad people for money… that’s completely different. I mean, that’s basically what you did for the last eight years, right?”
“What the fuck, dude?” I whispered, looking around us to see if anybody was listening.
“They don’t care,” he said with a dismissive wave.
He was right about that. Nobody was close enough to our booth to listen in, and they were only interested in their pints of beer, anyways.
Sean continued. “Answer the question: that’s basically what you used to do, right? Kill bad people for money?”
“I took out targets – ”
“In extra-judicial renditions of blah blah blah bullshit,” he said, slamming down his pint glass and staring me in the eye. “At least fucking admit to it.”
“I didn’t do it for the money.”
“No, you did it for Queen and Country – but you still got a paycheck, right?”
“Yes, but – ”
“Therefore, you got paid to kill bad people. Same fuckin’ thing.”
I smiled sarcastically. “And there’s SO many jobs out there to kill bad people for money.”
“More’n you’d think.”
“…what?” I asked, stunned.
“Well, I mean, there’s a lot more jobs to kill anybody for money, no questions asked… but there’s still plenty of jobs to take out bad guys.”
I couldn’t help but ask. I was too fascinated by the whole topic to let it go.
“What kind of bad guys?”
“Murderers who got off on technicalities… pedophiles… kiddie pornographers… rapists who got away with a slap on the wrist – ”
“And people pay for this?!”
“Well, I mean… the people who do the killing don’t do it for free.”
“Yeah, but the payment’s probably something absurd like 500 pounds, right?”
“Nah. I see shit all the time where it would be a service to humanity to take the fucker out, and they’re offering 20,000 pounds.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I whispered.
“Nope. The political jobs are even more lucrative, but those are kinda sketchy.”
“What do you mean, ‘political jobs’?”
“What – you don’t think MI6 gives everything to agents like you, do you?”
“I’d heard rumors…”
