Diarmid nodded, “I’m good with rules. You tell me what to do and I’ll do it so long as you promise not to interfere in our relationship and she stays safe. I just want her safe.”
Artemis rolled her eyes at his comment. “You do know we have not ever had one of our assets die in a job.”
“They get hurt though, right?”
Jesse piped up, “broke my leg on my first mission.”
“Not helpful,” Psych-One grunted at Jesse.
“He needs to know she’s going to be at risk. We can’t have him acting like a boorish ape every time she goes into the field because he’s scared. Suck it up buttercup. Injuries happen. She could easily blow herself up in Draxton’s lab.” Jesse c****d her head in Clara’s direction.
“I’ll figure it out,” he waved at them. “What are your rules?”
“First, you will attend a weekly sessi
