Scott
"Sure whatever. Those words are the same to me."
For a breif moment, Scott couldn't meet her eyes, looking away before steeling himself and returning to her gaze. With a deep breath, the arms folded dropped to his sides. "You know, normally when hiring bodyguards we don't tell them what we do, just that our enemy is strong and we need protection," he said, shrugging. "But considering I would be dead or wounded otherwise, I guess I can tell you."
He gazed at the corpses lying in the parking lot. "I am a spy, a spy that got in a little over his head this time...."