Money laundering, huh? Certainly not the worst thing Ashe has done. Hell, he’s done worse himself. So there’s no judgement on his face as he continues to sift through the papers, but he does somehow become more serious with every page turned. It’s not so much emotional as practical. This is the business side of Jesse McCree, the one that always seems to switch on when there’s shop to talk.
“So you’ve got the money, the credentials to cover your tracks…” He digs a cigarillo out of his pocket, rolling it between two fingers as he takes it all in.
“What’s the endgame, Ashe? You’ve laid down a good set of tracks here. Where d’you want ‘em to go?”
He thinks he knows, but he wants to hear her explain it. Never assume you know what people are thinking in the planning stages of a mission, even if it’s someone you know well as you know yourself. It only takes one misunderstanding to botch an entire setup.
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“So you’ve got the money, the credentials to cover your tracks…” He digs a cigarillo out of his pocket, rolling it between two fingers as he takes it all in.
“What’s the endgame, Ashe? You’ve laid down a good set of tracks here. Where d’you want ‘em to go?”
He thinks he knows, but he wants to hear her explain it. Never assume you know what people are thinking in the planning stages of a mission, even if it’s someone you know well as you know yourself. It only takes one misunderstanding to botch an entire setup.