"To think that you would compare us to cops," I snorted.
"That's what you wanted to be!" he shrugged. The tone of his voice made it clear that he found the idea gullible, and I knew that it probably was. Morals be damned, being a cold assassin was so much more fun than being under the thumb of too many people and working in a uniform.
"I did, but see me, now? I'm so much cooler," I remarked. He rolled his eyes and then extended his hands, palm up at me. I realized after a few seconds that he was asking me for my cell-phone and not my hand.
"I suppose you're cooler," he said as I handed over the phone to him. "Now, pull out all your acting skills and act like a shrewd, but nice mobster." And then his eyes turned cold and he typed into the cell-phone furiously.
