"A lot of reasons. I’m supposed to be your bodyguard. I’m in your krewe. You pay me. I’m the successor of this Fontenot guy that you’re so impossibly respectful of. But mostly—it’s because I’m so sick and tired of you always being four steps ahead of me." Kevin slapped his desk. "Look at me, man. I’m a very smart, clever, sneaky guy. I’m a hacker. And I’m good at it! I’m such a net-dot-legend that I can take over federal science labs. I slot right into the Moderators. I even hang out with NSC agents. But no matter what I do, you always do something crazier. You’re always ahead of me. I’m a technician, and you’re a politician, and you’re always outthinking me . You don’t even take me seriously."