"Insulting me will get you nowhere," he stated as he moved to his feet. "Do as you please. I've merely informed you of the situation, just as Mercury knows it stands."
He stood up then, surprising her as he moved to the other side of the door a second before it opened.
And there was Mercury. His gaze was flat, his face expressionless as he stepped into the room. He wasn't wearing his enforcer uniform; instead he wore jeans, a black T-shirt and boots. He looked dangerous, exotic and less than pleased to find Jonas there.
"Warning her?" Mercury questioned him with an edge of sarcasm as he stepped into the room.
"Merely apprising her of the reason why she'll be receiving orders from the Ruling Cabinet to submit to the lab for testing later." Jonas shrugged as though unconcerned.
"You're not serious." Her lips curled in disgust. "I do believe I made my opinion on that clear Saturday. There will be no testing done." There it was, that damned hint of an accent.
She was infuriated that they would even consider making it an order. And offended on Mercury's part that they would dare to make such a move.
"They can shove their orders," she informed him before turning to Mercury. "And you took your damned good time showing up, didn't you? Do you have any idea how chatty that insane Breed Shiloh is that they've assigned to me?"
She jerked several files from the pile and stomped back to her desk, casting both men an impatient glance.
"I believe that's my cue to leave." Jonas's lips twitched as he glanced at Mercury. "You're still on detail and your mission status hasn't changed." He nodded in her direction. "She's your primary concern unless you wish to be relieved."
Mercury's arms crossed over his chest. "I've been ordered back to the labs as well. I refused."
Evidently that meant something because Jonas grimaced at the knowledge. He finally nodded. "Continue refusing."
Mercury grunted. "I don't need your permission, Director."
Jonas let a smile tip his lips then, his gaze flicking back to Ria. "I'll leave you to your job then," he told them both. "I'll be here for a few more days yet. If there are any problems I expect to be informed."
"I'm sure you'll hear the bones breaking if it's needed." Mercury shrugged.
"And you're out of uniform," Jonas growled as though finally realizing that.
Mercury's expression hardened further, his jaw twitching as tension seemed to thicken and fill the room dangerously. "I don't need the uniform to do my job."
No, he didn't; he appeared more dangerous, more exciting, with all those weapons strapped over his body while denim hugged his legs.
But Jonas's eyes narrowed. "Where's the uniform, Merc?"
Mercury grinned. It wasn't a friendly smile. "I was informed my rank has been revoked until I submit to those tests. Don't worry, Jonas. I made my opinion of that clear."
"By doing what?" Jonas's voice was icy now.
"Ask Callan." He shrugged, moving into the room and glancing at the camera, still covered by Ria's sweater, before turning back to Jonas. "I'm sure he's waiting on you."
He took the easy chair in the corner, sat down and lifted one of the magazines lying on the table beside it. As though he wasn't raging inside, as though fury wasn't eating him alive.
Ria could see it, feel the danger in the air, and so could Jonas.
"Did you break any bones Mercury?" he finally sighed.
"Nope. All bones are intact and in working order," he retorted.
The muscle at Jonas's jaw flinched. "What about other enforcers' bones?"
"All intact and in working order." Mercury flipped open the magazine.
"Then what did you do?"
Mercury settled back in the chair comfortably, crossed one ankle over the opposite knee and focused his gaze on the magazine. "I think they're still trying to figure out exactly how to repair my shoulder weapon."