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on the table. “We have enough to worry about without arguing with each other. Did you call Shane?”
    “Yes, he should be here any second.”
    No sooner had those words been spoken when there was a knock on the door. Dean answered it, and Shane walked in. As the norm, he had his assassin cloak on, but this time the hood was down.
    “This better be important, I was about to go home,” Shane grumbled as he entered.
    Shane’s social skills ranked lower than even Joshua’s. Shane leaned against the wall and gave them all a bored look as he waited for Mitchell to speak. He even let out a yawn, then a sigh of impatience.
“We were wondering if you have any contact with any other assassin teams?” Mitchell asked.
    “Sure, why? Do you want some extra muscle here?”
    “Dear God, no. The last thing I want is more of you here. Chris is at war with another pack, and we were wondering if he would accept an assassin team to help him.”
    “Or at the very least to protect Cassie since she’s pregnant,” Dean added.
    Shane thought it over for a second. “I know of one team that may do the trick, but they’re pretty brutal. They’ll be pretty costly, though. Does Chris have the money for them?”
    “Yes. If we have to, we can kick in the money for them. There are ways we can get them money that can’t be traced back to us, so Chris can still save face,” Mitchell said. “The only thing is the assassins would have to become part of the pack.
    Would that be a problem?”
    Shane gave a wicked smile. “For enough money, this group would do just about anything.
    They would even kill an ambassador and have lunch on his body.”
    Dean shivered. “You know some scary people, Shane.”
    “Don’t worry. I’m still the scariest of them all.”
    “Gee, thanks. That makes me feel so much better. Especially since we share living quarters,”
Dean drawled.
    “I’d never hurt you. Ava likes you too much.”
    “I’m so glad he’s on our side,” Dean told Mitchell.
    “You and me both,” Mitchell replied.
    Joshua gave a nod of agreement. He’d seen firsthand some of the damage Shane was capable of inflicting and it wasn’t pretty. To say that Shane was a killing machine would be a vast understatement.
    “Okay, go contact this team and see if they will agree to work with Chris,” Mitchell ordered.
    Shane gave a slight dip of his head and left the room. After he was gone, Joshua stood. “If you are finished with me, I’m needed back in the infirmary.”
    “In a moment, I wanted to ask you a couple of questions first,” Mitchell said.
    Joshua sat back down with a sigh. “Sure, ask away.”
    “Do you think that Ash has any chance of ever walking again? I really want you to be honest with me.”
    Joshua thought it over carefully before answering. “If he’s willing to put in the work, then yes, the possibly is strong that he will be able to walk again. If he were a human, there would be no chance, but since he’s a shifter, his regeneration abilities are much stronger.”
“How about shifting?”
    Joshua sucked in a breath. “That one is a lot trickier. The shift could do a few things. It could leave the bullets in place. Or it could shove them farther out, which would be a good thing, since they could operate and finally get them out. The worst possible case is they could drive them farther into his spine and make his condition even worse.”
    “So, in other words, you don’t know.”
    “I’m a doctor, not God, what do you expect from me, Mitchell?”
    “I don’t know. I was hoping that you could give me some definitive answers.” Mitchell let out a sigh.
    “I hate to break it to you, but a lot of times in medicine there are no definitive answers. We just have to wing it.”
    “That sucks,” Dean interjected.
    “Yes, it does,” Joshua agreed.
    “So, what do you suggest we do?” Mitchell asked.
    “Take it one day at a time and hope for the best.
    Most of all, the infirmary staff needs to stop