"Whelp, too late now, offer is off the table." That was probably in Washington's best interest. Especially considering Felix had been there cleaning the knife he'd pulled out of the pilot's back when he was frog-marched onto the bridge by a pair of space pirates the day before.

Felix had been needling Wash, poking at his defenses and testing out weak spots with his words. And the other man had done a fairly decent job of masking his anger except for the traitorous bunching of jaw muscles when he clenched his jaw.

"That's not how he phrased it, no. But it is interesting you would immediately jump to betrayal and raining down retribution on people. You sure you're not planning on gutting Price? You don't really strike me as the live and let live type, Agent Washington." The merc deliberately used his former title just to dig at Wash a little bit more.