Disclaimer: Human Target property of Fox. Plot and additional characters mine. Obviously.

Author's note: Not a clue where this one is going guys but I'll try and make it more upbeat after the trauma of "Responsible". I cannot stress enough how much I NEED feedback. Good, bad or meh I need to know!

"Come on buddy, why not?"

"I said no, dude. You know why."

Guerrero sat back down at his laptop, absentmindedly picking at a carton of cold chow mein. Chance had followed him from the kitchen and was now leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and definitely not willing to drop the matter. From time to time Guerrero would glance up but Chance had the patience of a sniper. Guerrero poked around for a while online, accessing and deleting any inconvenient footage or records of their latest case. Traffic cameras seemed to be popping up everywhere in the city these days and someone was starting to take notice of just how often footage kept getting "accidentally" wiped off the system. They were even making some effort to protect the system with new firewalls, and encryptions. This amused Guerrero. It didn't slow him down in the slightest but he enjoyed the thought of some bureaucrat losing sleep over his missing footage.

Ten minutes later, Chance still hadn't moved. Guerrero snapped the lap top shut and leaned back, resting his boots on the desk. He stared at Chance. Chance stared back. It was an old game and one both players were exceptionally good at. They could have stayed there frozen, unwilling to back down, all afternoon if Winston hadn't appeared behind Chance.

"Guerrero stay the hell out of my office!" He pushed past Chance and knocked Guerrero's feet off of his desk. When neither man spoke Winston caught on to what was going on.

"Oh Lord! What is it this time? Can't agree on a takeout? Who would win in a fight to the death a blind Superman or the Hulk with no legs?" Winston paused, hopelessly waiting for some kind of explanation or failing that, signs of intelligent life. Nothing. These staring contests creeped Winston out. He never understood why some disagreements between the two of them would go on at length and at an uncomfortable volume whilst others barely a word was spoken and a staring contest would break out.

"You know the two of you are ridiculous don't you? It like working with a couple of school kids! Can't you take your school yard games somewhere else? This is MY office!"

Chance took pity on Winston and broke the silence, although the stare remained.

"We have a case."

"No, dude, we don't."

"Yes, we do. But Guerrero doesn't want us to take it."

"Okay," Winston resigned himself to the role of peacemaker. "A case would be good. What's the problem?"

"It's not a real case dude. It's a joke." Guerrero really did not look happy.

"Oh. Come on! You still holding that against him? It was like ten years ago!"

"Eight actually. And it wasn't exactly an isolated incident, dude." Was Guerrero sulking?

"Will one of you please tell me what is going on?" Winston asked. "Do we have a case or not?"

Both men replied simultaneously:

"Yes!"

"No!"

"I think I preferred it when you were just eyeballing it. Who is the potential client?" Winston demanded.

"It's guy called Powell. We worked a couple of jobs with him for the old man." said Chance.

"Doesn't sound like the kind of guy we should be helping out."

"He's not dude. The guy is majorly fucked in the head. You don't want anything to do with him. Trust me."

"Oh, come on Guerrero!" Chance laughed. "You're just pissed because he beat you at your own game!"

"He did not beat me dude, he sabotaged me. There's a difference. We were supposed to be on the same side working the same job!"

Winston couldn't help but be fascinated by the concept of Guerrero complaining about someone not being a team player. The man was a retired professional killer and the closest thing to a lone wolf walking around on two legs. Despite the three of them working closely together for some time now Winston knew Chance was the only man Guerrero really trusted, so who was this Powell guy and how did he pull one over easily the most guarded man Winston had ever met? More than once! Winston seized the opportunity to aggravate Guerrero.

"Wait a minute Guerrero, maybe we should hear Chance out. We don't have anything on the books right now."

Guerrero glared at him, knowing that Winston was trying to press his buttons. Chance stifled a laugh.

"Fine." Guerrero said, exasperated with them both. "Go ahead. You're on your own though. I am not working this job."

"You don't even know what it is yet!" said Chance.

"Don't need to know dude, not when Powell is involved." Despite Guerrero's adamant protests, he didn't make a move to leave the office.

Interesting, thought Winston.

Usually when Guerrero didn't want to get involved with something, he'd just take off and yet he was still sitting there, arms folded in what was definitely looking like a sulk.

"Would it make a difference if I told you Kelly was involved?" Chance said, watching for his reaction. Guerrero tensed at the mention of Kelly's name.

"Okay, you're definitely messing with me now, dude. There's no way Kelly would have anything to do with Powell. She hates the guy."

Winston could feel the conversation drifting away from him and as much as he liked to aggravate Guerrero he wanted to know if there was a job or not.

"So who's Kelly and what's the job?" Winston asked.

A/N: It's up to you guys, is this one worth chasing?