I was certainly impressed at the creative level of expletives that Director Larson was reaching. I stood there in his office, looking directly ahead at the rich mahogany desk which had a multitude of glass and acrylic awards and mementos placed on top of it. A picture of his family, and a few photos set next to them which looked to be taken with other friends or business associates.

　　The spit was practically flying out of his mouth and hurling its way towards Brian and I as we were standing next to one another. Director Larson was standing at the center which separated the two of us, rocking his head back and forth between us as he continued his tirade. I had mostly been blocking him out and not really paying attention to whatever it was he was actually saying, as was most times in the military when I was getting my ass chewed.

　　Something brought me back within the present moment and I blinked rapidly as I then looked slightly over to see his eyes filled with rage. The edges of his mouth wet with tiny bubbles of foam and hatred which were just waiting for me to say something really fucking stupid.

　　"I`m sorry can you say that again?" I asked. My question was certainly not the delicate item that was easing the predicament I was currently in, and landed more like gasoline on a campfire.

　　" Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously? Where have you been for the last 20 fucking minutes Trevor?"

　　"Not mentally here, sir." I nodded to Brian standing next to me.

　　Director Larson threw his arms up and then slammed his fists down in the air as he then brought a serious pointed finger up and started to jam it into my chest. The poking was something that normally would have landed the person in the hospital, or at least out in the parking lot for a good reminder of what happens to people when they enter into my personal space, but& given the situation, I was gritting my teeth and letting it slide, for the moment.

　　"At what point did you think it was okay to FUCK the subject of a mission?!?!" Director Larson asked.

　　I tilted my head, "Well& technically& there is no policy saying to not fuck the subjects, clients& or targets for that matter."

　　Director Larson began to visibly shake and tremble as steam continued to spew out of the gaskets that were looked like they would blow at any second. "It`s common FUCKING sense Trevor! You don`t FUCK anyone associated with missions, operations, objectives, quests, adventures, training, A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G! Do you understand?"

　　I raised my hand like a schoolboy, to which I caught Brian`s head shaking slightly out of my peripheral. "Oh this better be good B2&"

　　"Which one of those categories does your wife fall in then?"

　　Brian physically shoved me out of the office as he slammed the door behind me and all I heard was shattered glass immediately following my departure from the area. I don`t know why I was surprised to see the next group of notification prompts fill my vision, but they did surprise me with their arrival as they flashed into my view.

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: ONE DUMB MOTHERFUCKER - LEVEL 2<<

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: UNEMPLOYMENT HERE I COME - LEVEL 2<<

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: ASS CHEWING - LEVEL 2<<

　　I did chuckle at them, have to give it to Brian with how creative he was in coming up with some of these names. I thought. I tried my best to shrug it off and not think about it, just another few points saved up that I could utilize when I unlocked my neurochip enhancements.

　　I made my way to Brian`s office and waited for him there. It didn`t take much longer till he walked in with a billowing cloud of vape following him that made him practically look like his actual body was actually smoking and on fire. "For fuck sake B2!"

　　I lifted my arms out in jest, "Come on& it`s not that bad."

　　"Oh really? Is that what you call being suspended?"

　　I rattled my head around, "What? Seriously? Over having sex with a subject of an op? & Which by the way, that cloaked achievement, Fuck Me Harder Daddy& That was quiet an accurate predicament."

　　Brian`s hands were shaped like claws around his head as he looked as if he wanted to rip mine off. "Yes B2! But it was mostly for the last comment and the fact that Director Larson feels you`re not taking this seriously, like& at all! The director could have pulled the plug on you at any time and who knows what would have happened to you in your coma."

　　Fuck& "Yeah& okay, I fucked up, I admit it& but& well how long am I suspended for?"

　　"Oh shit, well, that`s a great question& Hmm, let`s see, what do YOU think the definition is of until further notice?"

　　"Damn it." I said.

　　"You fucked up B2& All you had to do was keep your stupid mouth shut!"

　　"What of the subject?"

　　He formed a perplexed face as he didn`t grasp what I specifically was asking about, and questioned me to ensure he clarified and we were on the same page of music, "You mean Oklahoma? The&" His hand rotated and rolled trying to recall the name. "Heidi was it?"

　　"Yeah, her& like, did she same something bad that got all this in motion?"

　　Brian rolled his eyes as he shook his head and looked up to the ceiling, "She didn`t have a problem with you, her problems are all daddy issues. The client was actually really fucking happy with the job you did on Jacob. Gave a bonus to Scalpel for you handling it so quickly. There were two other field agents nearby that were traveling through and could have taken it, but didn`t want to because they felt it wasn`t important enough to address. The request had been open for three or four days, which is a fairly long time considering our average response is within 24 hours. So, when we sent him the screenshot of your end result of old Jacob, he was quiet pleased to see it handled."

　　"So, what happened then?"

　　"Well& it was the next day, when Heidi decided to text good old dad and say, thanks for the meat missile delivery& havn`t been fucked that good in months&` That`s what set dad off and caused the hornets` nest that led to this morning. So& welcome back to work and thanks for putting both of us, once again, on the top of the shit list."

　　"Fuck man& I honestly didn`t mean to drag you into any of this."

　　"Well& if you could just remember that everything and anything you do out in the field, doesn`t just impact you&. It impacts all of us! In serious ways."

　　"So, what is going to happen with the Congressman, Heidi`s dad?"

　　Brian chuckled, oh& that guy isn`t going to do anything. His daughter is safe and from reading over Jacob`s medical file." Brian took a drag from his vape pen. "Jacob is going to be in the hospital for at least a month, with a couple months of recover and some intense physical therapy to follow."

　　"I just fucked the Congressman`s daughter, it& well& in pretty epic fashion, and he is just gonna roll over and take it?"

　　"B2& we have a signed and paid contract from a U.S. Government Official saying he wants a situation handled all the way up in escalation to murder if you had chosen to do so& You think he wants that contract to ever be leaked to the press, or& his political opponent? Anybody for that matter?" Brian was now smiling with a tilt in his head as I realized the severity of the black mail the Congressman had brought himself into. "Our clients are connected to us for life, and that is why 1. We stay in business, but 2. Why we charge our clients so much money."

　　"Well fuck&"

　　"Don`t worry about the Congressmen& trust me& he`ll be back with a new contract for us to execute soon. His daughter is just a slight speed bump and we`ll be over that hump soon enough." Brian paused and scrunched his face as he looked to try and revitalize himself from the office ass chewing and recollect his thoughts, "Well& time for another HR briefing& give me, hell, give me about 10 minutes and then be in my office."

　　"Yeah, sure." I replied as I watched Brian start to tap away on his digital device while proceeding towards the far end of his office.

　　As I waited to Brian the time he requested, I decided to take my morning dump. Which, was just a little bit longer than what Brian asked for. I was sure he wasn`t going to be happy that I didn`t follow instructions, but at the same time I felt Brian would understand, and whenever it came to having to set anything up, a few extra minutes were never bad either. As I exited the bathroom which was located just down the hall from the main offices, I heard something which sounded like a coyote being crushed in a trash compactor.

　　It wasn`t coming from outside though, it was coming from the stairwell which was just twenty more feet down from the bathroom. I drew closer to the door and placed my hand on the silver stainless steel handle and crept up to the frame. A quick snap downward on the handle and I practically leapt into the stairwell corridor, to see the janitor TJ, sitting on the first few steps.

　　His eyes raining down tears which were streaking down his face. He was practically balled up in his red janitor jumpsuit and had his arms clasped around his legs. He was belting out the start of the chorus to a song that he was now making worse than what it already was. "Cause we lost it all! Nothing lasts forever, I`m sorry, I can`t be& PERFECT! Now it`s just too late, and we can`t go back, I`m sorry, I can`t be&. Perfect!"

　　Jesus-H-Christ& I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He practically jumped out of his skin due to being surprised and not realizing I had entered the stairwell and was at the base of the stairs directly in front of him.

　　"What the fuck are you doing dude?"

　　"Uhh& nothing! I& wasn`t, this is nothing&" TJ tried to reply as he worked to wipe the tears away with his sleeves and recompose himself as quickly as possible.

　　"Pull yourself together kid." I said as I crossed my arms. I looked down upon the sack of potatoes stealing the air that I needed to breath. He worked to compose himself and then added.

　　"It`s just& just& it`s been a hard week that`s all." He stood back up and reached behind him and pulled out a rag from his back pocket and started to wipe down the stairwell railing.

　　"Well at least get a better playlist of music."

　　I shook my head and started to turn to leave, grabbing the door I swung it open and as I walked back into the hallway heard the reply as the door eventually cut TJ off. "Simple Plan is a classic band that gets me! They-"

　　Brian was still tapping away on digital devices when I returned. "You know& seriously, there is something wrong with that janitor of ours."

　　Brian rolled his eyes, "What was it this time?"

　　"I found him singing that old boy band Simple Plan in the stairwell, bawling his eyes out like a fucking baby that just got his ass beat by a girl scout troop at the local playground." I pulled the chair out that I had sat in last time I was with Brian and propped my feet up on the work counter where the computer monitor was.

　　He started to walk closer to me, "Well that`s an upgrade from last time." Brian said as he grabbed my feet and moved them off the counter as they clapped back down on the floor.

　　"What was last time?"

　　"I found him dancing in the back patio area with the broom, singing Fly by Hillary Duff."

　　I could feel the disgust come over my face as Brian gave a sad and pathetic expression on his face as well. "Seriously& I think this job is the only positive thing in that poor kid`s life." Brian turned and grabbed the computer mouse and started to click the mouse around as I then noticed the red dot appear on the computer video camera right above the monitor.

　　"We got all this super chip technology and such, but we still have basic ass computer video meetings?"

　　Brian slowly turned to me with the look a father gives his self-entitled child when he is ungrateful for having everything he could have ever asked for, and it still wasn`t good enough. "Do you want to have the latest tech in body armor, weaponry, and neurochip development& or& do you want stupid holographic displays for everyone around the world?" He said as he blinked at me in his dead pan expression.

　　I lifted my hands up, trying to reassure him it wasn`t that big of a deal. "Just curious big guy."

　　Brian turned back around to the computer camera, as he took a really long and deep breath before he started. "Good morning, everyone, I am very sorry for the delayed start after I sent out the notification that we have, yet again& another required briefing."

　　I could see on the right side of the screen a comment box for attendees to add their own comments or questions. As soon as Brian said, required briefing& The chat started to come alive with multiple people sending messages. Names I had not even seen or heard before, began to chime in.

　　"What the fuck did B2 do now?"

　　"I don`t have time to hear how B2 screwed up."This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

　　"What the hell B2!"

　　"Again, with this BS?!?!"

　　"We have better things to do with our time Brian!"

　　"Seriously!? WTF?"

　　There was one comment that stood out from the rest, "A panda bear`s year is the equivalent to three human years."

　　I was pretty sure my face distorted a little as I read that one, but turned my attention back to Brian as he had a slight skip in his words from noticing the comments as they continued to pour in, one after the other. Brian kept pressing ahead though once he recovered, "So& yes& we have another briefing on what not to do while affiliated with Scalpel LP."

　　Brian paused and dry coughed into a balled fist. "First off& we do not sleep with our targets& at any time& on, off, before, after, during, mission&. At any time&"

　　The comments in the feed were flying up as they were now soaring in faster and faster& The same type of statements and I bit the inside of my cheek as I had to take the lashing I rightfully deserved. I did, however, start to tune Brian out and mentally went back to Heidi. My smile must have cured on Brian, he back handed my shoulder which rocked me back into the moment.

　　"Is something amusing to you?"

　　I then realized there was a cheesy smile on my face as I had just been thinking about Heidi`s gorgeous breasts flapping up and down from my thrusts, and completely realized I needed a better poker face for situations such as this.

　　"Ohh, sorry, I was& reliving& a moment." I shook my head slightly and brought a more professional expression and lowered my eyebrows to highlight the intensity in my appearance.

　　"I`d really like it if you`d take this, just& maybe& 10% serious for once in your life."

　　"I take all of my jobs seriously. I am a total professional and this is just a small bump in the road." I said as I extended my arm out and pointed to the screen, trying to defend my case before the jury of peers who were still spamming the chat with gif`s and memes, many of which were actually of my face. I got a little distracted with how exactly they had collected all them, some did look pretty professional also.

　　"Ohh? Really& You take your job seriously and are a professional?" Brian asked.

　　Brian clicked the mouse and moved the display of the screen to a new slide which showed what appeared to be me, having sex with a mortuary assistant who was laying on top of a corpse. We appeared to clearly be inside a morgue. My head tilted a little to the side and my eyes narrowed in on the image displayed on the screen which looked to be from a security camera that had been in the room during the time of the& incident .

　　"Your mission was to contaminate the evidence within the body, and for some reason felt it was an appropriate tactical approach to fornicate on top of the corpse."

　　"Well& did I achieve the mission objective?" I asked.

　　Brian`s eyes dashed to the side, his lips pressing together firmly as if he didn`t want to answer, "Technically yes& professionally, ethically, and morally? No."

　　"Ha! I`ll take that at least&" I smirked.

　　Brian just looked at me. I could clearly tell he was not amused as I heard the mouse click and then saw the screen change. My eyes squinted trying to capture everything in the video playing on the screen. "Is that?"

　　"Yes& that is you, on top, of the Lincoln Memorial&" Brian sighed.

　　"What is the stuff?"

　　Brian clicked again to see a more zoomed in camera angle, "That would be cocaine& cocaine you`re snorting off the congressional aid`s ass as you then started to fornicate& in President Lincolns Lap."

　　I brought my hand up and tapped my fingers on my chin, "How exactly did I get up there?" I asked curiously as the video had not shown that part.

　　Brian turned his head back to the screen and pointed, but just as he was about to speak he stopped himself and turned around. "No! See&" He exhaled in frustration. "This is why we`re here B2! 1. I`m not gonna tell you how, old B2 did these things& so you can try to recreate them& I am trying to show new B2, that if these things start happening again, the way old B2 was& there will no longer be, a B2."

　　He wagged his finger towards the screen, "That incident alone took us over 1,000 hours to scrub the internet and remove all the videos and photos of you. A total of $100 million to overhaul all that data and wipe it. $35 million of that $100 million was also all the bribes we had to pay to officers, judges, politicians to ensure that nobody said anything."

　　 "Just& so we`re clear, you`re not going to tell me how I got up there?" I asked.

　　His head dropped and he reached his hand up and grabbed his head as he clicked to the next slide. Tilting his head up and seeing the image, "Oh right& the nun you banged in the Vatican."

　　"Well shit! She`s covering her tits with a stupid book in this image&" My brain said and my mouth wasn`t fast enough to realize it should have stayed shut, but instead blurted it out.

　　Brian turned and glared at me with the same intensity Mrs. Franklin looked at me when she tried to punt my manhood across America. "That& is the doctrine of the Immaculate Conception. The doctrine written on December 8th, 1854 by Pope Pius IX, where he official committed it to the Apostolic Constitution which confirmed the church`s belief of the Virgin Mary was conceived without, original sin`. Brian had raised his fingers and motioned air quotes as he did.

　　"Well looks like I confirmed an immaculate fucking there& don`t know much about the conception part though& There isn`t a little B2 running around out there that we need to, you know& send a gallon of milk to, or maybe send a birthday cupcake, something?"

　　Brian didn`t even look at me as he just clicked to the next slide. "And here we are in New York at the Natural History Museum of The Colonies& as you and the museum curator just& couldn`t find a janitor closest even as you two can be seen here at the velociraptor exhibit."

　　"Well thank god there wasn`t any kids around!" I huffed for a brief moment until Brian turned his head and clicked.

　　"This is Miss Wilson`s 4th grade class to be exact." The screen showed what looked to be Miss Wilson and a few teaching aids trying to cover the eyes of the children as they were halfway into the room before realizing the beautiful nature display the curator and I were already acting out. "What you`re seeing is what I believe is now currently $8 million in therapy expenses for the kids, $42 million in pay-off`s to the parents, $20 million in bribes, and a lovely $4 million donation to the museum."

　　"They`re kids, they`ll bounce back right?"

　　"The Dawn of the Frozen Age 7 movie is coming out soon and not one of those kids will ever be able to look at dinosaurs again B2! Do you realize the emotional roller coaster those kids are going through right now?"

　　"I would venture to guess, no& I have no idea what they`re going through."

　　"Damn right you have no idea. You`ve sent me dick picks all the time and now it`s like my therapist and I are just use to it by now& the kids& the kids though B2& come on!"

　　I crossed my arms, and exhaled, "Okay& I may have taken things a little too far on that one." I don`t know why I thought it was going to be over& but it certainly, was not, over. Brian clicked the next slide onto the screen.

　　"The ancient city of Zumejja, Yurachista, Mexico& where you decided to go on what was presented as a vacation. That trip as it turns out, would be better classified as B2`s peyote laden trip, where you stripped down naked at the temple site, screaming that you were going to fight god. & The scene got even more disturbing as you decided to cover your feces over the temple area, claiming it was the ultimate insult to god who was required to come down and fight you."

　　I undid my arms and held them out defensively, "Yeah but like& these old temples and shit are out in the middle of nowhere& so there couldn`t have been a lot of kids& right?"

　　"Well& on this occasion, yes there were no schools doing field trips& thank god, but& there was the Sanderson`s from Nashville, Tennessee who happened to be taking their family vacation and visiting the site."

　　"Oh course&"

　　"They are certainly glad you were stopped before you got your hands on Harper."

　　"Harper? Who is that? What happened?"

　　"Harper was their 3 year old pet dog who you tried to kill in what you called, the required ritual`s blood sacrifice ."

　　My heart sank, the reality was now sinking in that I had certainly been on a downward path over the course of my previous life with the agency& I had tried to kill a dog, man`s best friend. I don`t know why, but that one cut me deep as I had always grown up with dogs and could never have seen myself as trying to kill one& even in a drug induced state. "What kind of dog was Harper?"

　　"A Tibet Shih Tzu."

　　I stared directly at Brian, "A what?"

　　"Shih Tzu&"

　　"I thought you said that I tried to kill a dog?"

　　"You did& a Shih Tzu is a dog."

　　The guilt I was feeling and the tearing sensation in my heart as I started to sink into the grand abyss of depression was starting to fade away. 1. I had no actual memory of the event, and 2. A living fair ball that could easily be taken as a small mop head did not live up to the same definition and interpretation of dog, in my opinion. "Well at least for once I wasn`t having sex!"

　　"Well, not at that moment, no& but the polic韆& did not like having to deal with the naked stripper running around doing a& sun goddess dance, which you both said, was done to give you super human strength for when you were to have your god battle` & I don`t know why& but this one still doesn`t sit right with me."

　　I then heard Terra`s voice cut in through the computer speakers, "Hey Brian& what about the peanut butter incident at the veggie packing plant?"

　　A confused look came over my face, as I looked at the computer screen, "The what?"

　　Brian grabbed his vape pen and began to try and drag all the vape juice out of it all at once, "Shit I forgot about that one." Brian clicked the mouse to advance to an image that appeared to clearly be me, standing stark naked in what looked like a packaging plant of some kind. Smooth brown coating all over my naked body. The substance had globs of it in some areas, and then thinned out areas in others.

　　"Do I even want to know?" I asked Brian.

　　He turned his head after he lofted the vape smoke out in front of him, "No& no you don`t, and I don`t either& but it is in the slides, so we have to talk about it&"

　　I was surprised to see it happen, but now Brian had leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the countertop in front of us where the computer monitor sat.

　　"Hunter Grown Foods Inc. A frozen vegetable processing plant where they service 25% of the Eastern United States. Located just West of Springfield, Ohio, the plant processes and ships out hundreds of thousands of pounds in produce every day. You had finished a mission in the greater Columbus area. A part of your mission was to be undercover, and& you had taken some magic mushrooms. You later explained that during your,  cosmic quest`, as you put it in your after-action report, was that you met with a purple alien goddess you said was called Ferra. In your altered state, you were told by the alien goddess, that humans who have allergies to peanuts are weak and all efforts should be made to eradicate the earth of their existence. You, apparently, pledged a holy allegiance to this alien goddess, proceeded to a grocery store where you bought four tubs of peanut butter. Then drove to the Hunter Grown Foods plant& drove through the vehicle gate& stripped naked in the parking lot and covered yourself in as much peanut butter as possible, and then ran through the warehouse jumping in as many of the vats and containers of vegetables as possible."

　　I grabbed my face at this point, maybe I really do need therapy? I questioned, as the reality was sinking in just how much fucked up shit I really had done in my previous field agent life. "Okay& so I just tried to murder as many people as possible through food allergies, and you`re more stuck on a walking Chewbacca fur ball?"

　　"There is just something about you being totally fine with the desire to sacrifice a perfectly cute dog that I can`t just get past&" Brain said as he crossed his arms and bowed his head slightly as he stared off at the ground in deep thought. We both sat there in silence for a quick few seconds as the light bulb seemed to come back on within Brian`s mindscape.

　　He kicked his feet down off the counter and leaned a little closer to the camera, "Right, well thanks everyone for, once again, going through this lovely trip down memory lane thanks to B2, as we are all reminded of all the things to not do while working. Cheers everyone." The red on the computer camera turned off and Brian sat back in his chair as he pushed against the backrest and slowly turned towards facing me.

　　We locked eyes after a few quiet seconds as I admitted, "I guess I have fucked up a few things along the way&"

　　Brian`s eyes widened in exaggeration as he took a drag from his vape pen. "Just a little bit yeah& those last two really almost did you in with the agency."

　　"I am surprised they haven`t canned me yet after hearing all that."

　　"Trust me! The exec board is split right down the fucking middle on that decision. But& those incidents did allow me to build the UTIINP." The blank stare on my face gave me away. "I honestly don`t know why I trusted you to go through the video training& At this point I guess I will just assume you did and are just forgetting all this valuable information. The UTIINP stands for Under The Influence Interdiction Neurochip Protocol. When you engage it, it will basically force your kidneys to work overtime to pull alcohol out of the system, it will suppress the overloading of dopamine within the brain, preventing drug addiction and from getting high off the substance."

　　I shook my head as I narrowed my eyes, "Where the fucking fun in that?"

　　Brian blinked at me as my understanding was not registering. "Are you fucking serious?"

　　I titled my head back surprised, but then realized I wasn`t fully grasping the whole purpose of the thing. "Wait, wait, wait& I think I get it now& So, let`s say I`m on a mission and I am trying to drink this guy under the table to get information from him or whatever& I can activate the UTIINP and it will basically allow me to out drink the guy and not get drunk, right?"

　　"Exactly&" Brian said with a long exhale as if he was now in mental pain from having to deal with me.

　　"And& Just to be clear& I can turn this off& right?" He glared back at me, but I then thought of a question to which I followed up with before he answered. "Do some agents just leave this on all the time?"

　　That question got Brian`s immediate attention as I started to see the gears in his head surge back to life, his eyes dancing from side to side as if they were flipping through pages of information for a brief moment before looking at me and answering. "No! The simple answer to that is no, you do not want to do that. Have you ever heard of overclocking on a computer?"

　　I looked up at the ceiling and then back down, "Yeah& we use to do that way back in the day when I was in my whole nerdy computer phase in life, but I didn`t do it as much as other guys."

　　"And why didn`t you do it as much as others?" Brian leaned in slightly with a curious look on his face.

　　"Well shit!" I had to pause for a second to think back on my young adolescent life, "Something about burning up?"

　　"Precisely." Brian snapped his finger across his chest as he went back to leaning in his chair and taking a drag of his vape pen. "Your body is the same way as those old computer chips. The neurochip would basically be overclocking those systems within your body. It would eventually cause them to fail and burn out because it is making them work overtime upon overtime to overcome those effects."

　　"Damn man& this chip thing really is powerful."

　　Brian had a smug yet perplexed look on his face, "That`s what I`ve been trying to tell you this entire time B2! Now is it sinking in?"

　　I rolled my head, "Mehh, kinda." I then winked at him to confirm he saw that I was genuinely joking. "So, I`m really suspended huh?"

　　He looked at me with all seriousness, "You need to lay low until all this blows over." He titled his head back to the computer screen.

　　"What do I do in the meantime?" I asked.

　　Brian rolled his head as if the question had an obvious answer, "Train your ass off B2& you`re literally not allowed out in the field to conduct any missions or operations until Director Larson decides to let you back out. I would highly recommend you go talk to the guys downstairs and lock your schedule in for the foreseeable future. Get as much trigger time, combative training, and as many gym workouts as possible. Get to your next rank, start running the obstacle course, go over your skill tree and get back to the levels of the old Bloodbath& Trust me& the last thing you want is to sit around with your thumb up your ass and then be told we need you, only for you to be a liability out there, rather than the asset I know you can be. So go get to it."