- I'm not a spy - he huffed impatiently. - I was just born here.

Simon made a clicking sound with his tongue and shook his head - Would've been a good idea to mention that before, don't you think?

Tom couldn't say it wasn't. Fact was, at the end of the day, people who stood by and followed him got screwed because of him being reckless. This was the mother of all deja vus.

- I'm taking the deal. - he finally said. - You two are going home.

- And after that, what?

- There is no after that. That's it. End of story.

- What the hell do you mean end of story? - Mel protested. - We're a freaking team, yo. I say screw those guys and let's get on the first cargo boat outta here. We can do it.

She was going to hate him. Simon wouldn't be happy either, but he'd get it - there was a reason he was still alive, after all. So he shook his head  and turned his back to them and went for the door.

- We're done.

Toxicity label: other