Page 80 of My Crazy Killers
“Or Smash,” Pete offers. “You know, likeHulk Smash!” He bats his chest and says the last two words in a weird voice.
“I don’t know what that means,” I tell him.
“Oh shit, have we not shown you superhero movies yet?”
I shake my head. “Okay, that’s next on the list!” he says before shoving his sandwich in his mouth.
“You want your code name to be Smash?” I ask Dex.
“I like Bash better,” he tells me with a soft smile.
“Only because she picked it,” Pete adds.
“That’s exactly why I prefer it,” Dex fires back, not lifting his gaze from mine.
I finally break the stare off as I take a bite of my own sandwich.
“I can’t wait to see what you come up with for me that’s better than Falcon,” Pete says in amusement.
“Falcon doesn’t describe you,” Elias tells him. “You’re more chaotic than a predatory bird.”
I grin, lifting my eyes to Pete. When he sees the look on my face, his smile drops. “Oh no. You’ve thought of one, haven’t you?” I nod. “Okay,” he says, beckoning with his free hand. “Give it to me.”
“Havoc.”
Dex starts laughing, and Pete freezes for a second, then a huge grin covers his face.
“That’s perfect,” Sly comments.
“I love it,” Pete confirms.
“Okay, good, now it’s just Elias,” I say, turning to him as I consider the options. Whether the others want to admit it or not, he’s basically become our leader. His experience with the FBI is what helps to complete our team. His insider knowledge is like our ace in the hole.
“Ace!” I shout as the idea comes to me, pointing at Elias.
He grins and nods. “I like it. Now what about you?”
“I have to name myself?”
“I have a suggestion,” Sly tells me as I look at him. “Raven.”
“That was one of the names Robert used,” I say with a frown.
He nods. “Yes. So it will throw people off if they hear it. They won’t know you’re a girl, but also, they won’t know if it’s the same Raven muttered on the streets of Arizona.”
“Is it wise to have her name associated with that?” Elias asks.
“I don’t see the harm.” Sly shrugs.
“I do like the idea of using a different bird, since my name is Wren. But that name leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Is there another bird you’d prefer?”
“The Flamingo?” Pete suggests with a grin.
I look at him as I explain, “Well, there is one bird name I really like.”
“What’s that?” he asks, his eyes narrowing slightly.
