"Sure I can." Jack was visibly relaxing his body language now, consciously giving the impression of zero shits. Inside, he was ratcheting himself up even as he moved his green bag up on his shoulder. He looked back at Nick. "Why are you even pointing that thing at me? You and I both know you won't fire unless I draw my own weapon. You can't. It would break your damn rules."

He started walking away, toward the rear entrance he'd been planning to slip out of before Nick arrived. "That's the problem, right there. As long as you let yourself worry about the rules and other people's opinions, you're just not going to get anything done."