Del looked up at that anouncement and bit his tongue to keep from swearing up a storm. Just breaking even again. Just fucking great. Same story every other job. The Cajun just glared for a few seconds, then turned his attention to the television. He had to admit he did enjoy watching the girl on Big Shot. Biggest tits he'd ever seen and they were covered in only the loosest definition of the word. He broke himself off in his imagining the things he'd do with her to turn his attention back to the captain. The Cajun never had any problem taking orders from a woman, hell he'd spent the best years of his old trigger-pulling life working for one. She was capable enough, even if she was a cop before this job. The problem was she liked to keep it squeeky clean. You could only go so far with clean.

"With Jack on this one, Cap. Holden Boys always got some work needs doin' on that rock. Always remember to include the hazard pay too, plus the risk." He looked back down at his revolver, running the barrel swab in and out. "Might try the Capshaws too. Or Gruvick."