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         Jon cracked a huge smile. The smile turned into a rising, almost insulting kind of laugh. He took a long drink from his glass, still laughing.
"Hey, I won't have none of that kind of talk, alright? Your dad hired me to do a job, and that's what I intend to do. Besides, you wouldn't last two seconds out there without me," he said confidentially. The plane shuttered as Carlos deployed the landing gear. Jon's muscles tensed involuntarily, a knee-jerk reaction to the coming danger. He tried his best to hide it from Riley, who seemed to enjoy watching him like a hawk. It's not that he minded, he was used to being looked up to for guidance and support by the people he protected. He only hoped that she didn't watch him too closely when he needed to work. He couldn't imagine her trusting him too much if she saw what he was really capable of.
His expression turned serious, "Don't run off on your own, Riley. These guys aren't playing around. They'll capable of doing horrible things to you. I need you to trust me, okay? This is my job. I'm used to this kind of work. Promise me you're not going to run off."