RF35/42/64

"Heh. You know him well. That little sidekick of his, though. She's dangerous."

"Neo? You don't know the half of it. Keep an eye on them, Junior. Roman will stay loyal as long as he thinks he has to. If it benefits him, he might stay loyal a little longer. Keep him happy if you can. In fact, give him a bonus from me. Say, half a million?"

Junior whistled. "That'll put a smile on his face."

"Good. In fact, make it three-hundred thousand for him and two for Neo. It'll still go to him, but she'll appreciate the gesture. Maybe." It was impossible to read Neo, even with his future knowledge. The only things he knew was that she was dangerous, tricky, and that, in her strange way, she genuinely had loved Roman.

—RF35

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Neo's height and cherubic face led most to misjudge her age and morality. Few could believe they were in the presence of a dangerous killer. Oddly enough, that hadn't worked with Ashari. He'd taken one look at Neo and never let her out of his sight since. The subtle mannerisms and movements showed that he considered Neo more dangerous than Roman himself. Galling, but not inaccurate.

—RF42

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Sloppy, Roman. Sloppy.

"Run on ahead," he told Neo. "Prep an ambush if you have to."

Nodding, she sped on, ducking and weaving through the crowd and disappearing among the people. He trusted Neo to know what had to be done. In many ways she was stronger than he was. That was life in the business. Age didn't mean much compared to experience.

—RF64