“Please,” Sasha implored them. “I didn’t tell you about the hunt I’m on for conversation. The next victim is supposed to die tomorrow night. I can’t work with other seals. Most of them don’t agree with my methods. And I can’t count on the police. You’re...pretty much all I got for backup right now.” His eyes were down-turned like Jim’s same pleading look that Nathan always had trouble resisting, just in a slightly different shade of blue. “You’re obviously armed and you know how to handle yourselves. I’m not trying to blackmail you, I just...need you. And if you need me, why not help each other?”
“That…sounds like a sensible argument,” Jim said, glancing sideways at Nathan for corroboration.
Nathan resisted glaring at his brother in reply. “Maybe you are what you say,” he said to Sasha, “but we’re not trained for this kind of thing. We know how to defend ourselves, sure, but we’ve never actively hunted anything before. That’s why we came to you for help.”