Page 41 of PSYCHOlogical

“I’ll react accordingly, starting with Wallace.” I said. “Are you in, or are you out?”

“It’s one or the other, huh?”

“You’re either with me, or you’re not.” I stood and faced her. “I’d strongly suggest you be a part of this. It’s not going to be easy, and it’s not going to be clean. But, it’s necessary. If we want to survive.”

“Dirty?” she asked. “Like how?”

“Interrogation. Torture. Murder. You’re going to have to be a part of it all. Or, at least be prepared to be part of it all.”

“If I choose not to?”

“The alternative leaves you with a very short life expectancy.”

She tapped her pen against her lip for a moment and then stood. “I can’t believe this is what my life has become. I guess I’m in.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “You guess?”

“Well, my options are fight, or die,” she said. “I don’t want to die. Fighting is the only other option.”

“Being backed into a corner is one hell of a motivational tool. Isn’t it?”

“It sure is.”