He smirked at me, shaking his head slightly. “You think you’re really fucking smart, don’t you.”
“Oh, I know I am. But then, there’s still the question of where you were all those years. You dropped off the face of the earth and then suddenly you died all these years later.” I started pacing, trying to work it all out in my head. “You pop up on Reed Security’s radar, the same place that Hunter is working. You hadn’t been in contact with him for all those years, because if you had, he would have helped you out sooner. Either that, or you both decided that it was safer if you didn’t have any contact. But suddenly, you’re not only in contact with him, but you’re working with him. He convinces his company that you’re trustworthy, even though you’ve murdered a bunch of people. That’s not an easy feat. You’d have to prove not only your loyalty, but your skills. You’d have to prove that you could be an asset. But you’d been on the run for years.” I stopped walking and looked at him. “Stop me if I’m getting any of this wrong.”
“You have it all fucking wrong.”
I nodded, knowing that was the typical answer I would get, and continued pacing. “So, the real question is what were you doing all those years that would make you an asset to a security company? You have skills that are crazy. I’ve seen the way you train, no mercy. You fight like every time you get in that ring could be the last time. Most men have some level of hesitation, because even though you’re trained for it in the military, it’s not an easy thing to take someone’s life. But you don’t have that. You would kill the man standing beside you if you thought it was necessary.”
I stopped pacing as the dots started to connect. He killed his superiors because he knew what they were doing was wrong. He showed no remorse for those killings at his court-martial. He fights to kill, like he has to kill. Kill or be killed. Hudson Knight, the name he had been given when Cap gave him a new life. Garrick. The name flitted through my head and I suddenly remembered his wife calling him that when I was brought in and drugged up. Garrick Knight.
My head snapped up and I met his eyes, him wondering how much I had figured out. Garrick Knight, the same fucking name of an assassin that had died a few years back, taken out on a job. An assassin that showed no mercy to those he deemed unworthy. His reputation preceeded him, known as an assassin with a moral compass. You didn’t want to piss him off, because he would take you out whether he had a contract on you or not.
I shook my head, not sure if I should believe what my head was telling me. Could it really be possible? It all fit. It all made so much sense, but would be one helluva job to pull off for Reed Security. Knight had told me that Cap gave him a new life, so that he could start over with his wife. And if they were doing that for him, he must have done something for the company. It had to be more than doing a job for them. It would have to be something big, like saving someone’s life. Possibly even bigger than that.
“So, you’ve finally figured it out,” Knight bit out.
“Were you expecting me to?”
He smirked. “It does make things easier, don’t you think?”
“I don’t get it. Why would you bring me on, knowing that I would figure out your secrets?”
“Because you have a skill that you very rarely use. You read people even better than I do. You were trained well, and if the military hadn’t fucked you over, you would be one of their highest intelligence officers right now. But ever since your court-martial, you’ve been hiding. You should have been using those skills to weed out the lies that were being told, but you were too fucked up over what was happening that you forgot your training. But I need that intuition now. I know that whatever the fuck is going on here is bigger than just some insider training and dirty senators. I know that there’s something happening before the next election. I have no fucking clue what, but I know the answers are out there, just waiting to
