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said. “What do you say?”
    “You haven’t told me anything about it yet. For all I know I’d be tending sheep.”
    “Not likely. Slaughtering them maybe.”
    “I’m not agreeing to anything until you tell me specifics,” Nelson said. “You say everything’s top secret? I understand that means you avoid saying too much. But unless you get specific I’m not doing anything.”
     
    Sanders looked at Lawson, wondering how much he should tell. She nodded as if to spur him on. Within a minute he started to explain the details of the job offer.
     
    “Without giving away our cover, we work for an ultra secret agency that targets people who are a threat to the United States,” Sanders said.
    “You mean terrorists.”
    “Not necessarily. Could be terrorists, world leaders, dictators, people in position of power, rebels, perpetrators of major crime, criminal organizations, or anyone that poses a threat or could do so in the near future. It casts a wide net. We‘re not pigeonholed into any one area. If we believe you‘re a threat to the United States, either financially, politically, or physically, then we‘re coming after you.”
    “And you neutralize the threat?” Nelson asked.
    “We eliminate the threat,” Sanders succinctly replied.
    “You’re a kill squad?”
    “That’s a very narrow way of looking at it, Mr. Nelson. We’re not just a kill squad as you put it. Much like the CIA, we assemble mountains of information that may prove valuable to protecting our country.”
    “You’re basically a black ops organization?”
    “If that helps you to understand in it’s most basic form…yes.”
     
    Sanders could see Nelson was thinking about the offer but didn’t appear to be fully convinced yet.
     
    “We do not pay people to kill. I can get anybody to do that. I can train a monkey to do that if I wanted to. Any target that’s eliminated must be done in a way that completely exonerates the United States. The government does not officially condone or approve of these actions and cannot be implicated in any manner. If it’s discovered we’re behind some of these missions it’d be one of the worst scandals in this country’s history. Even bigger than Watergate.”
    “Watergate? What’s that?” Nelson asked.
    “Google it sometime. To get back on point, you don’t get paid to kill. You get paid to be invisible. You get paid to scope out a target, infiltrate that target’s territory, eliminate said target, do it without your presence being noticed or compromised, and without any involvement suspected of the United States. To take it even further, your life as it stands right now will be gone. You cannot be arrested, put in jail, appear in traffic court, criminal court, divorce court, or any court. Your picture cannot appear in any newspaper. Your name won’t return any information in a computer, and your fingerprint won’t come up in any database. To put it bluntly, you…do not exist.”
    “Why you hung up on getting me? I’m sure you could get a thousand other guys to do the same work.”
    “You’re a highly trained soldier, part of Team Delta. In addition, you’ve sustained an injury that we can easily portray into your implied death. You also have nobody back home that would miss you or poke around into your disappearance,” Sanders continued.
    “My implied death?”
    “As I said, once you begin working for us, you do not exist. You’re officially dead. That means after you leave this room Thomas Nelson ceases to exist. He died on the operating table.”
    “How much time do I have to think about it?” Nelson asked.
    “Oh, about ten minutes,” Sanders replied, looking down at his watch.
     
    Nelson looked up at the man standing next to his bed, wondering how he could expect him to make a life altering decision so quickly. He sat in silence, his face showing no expression, staring at Sanders. A numb feeling overtook his body. He slowly shifted his gaze over to Lawson, his face still