"Is that what they want? For me to help with protecting people like us?" Barty shook his head with a slight smile, showing his disbelief. He knew what people wanted from him. "I know you aren't that naive."

Sam had to know better than that. But he would want to do the right thing, the good thing, which somehow had to also work to the letter of the law. Annoying and also limited. Impossible, even. There was no such thing as justice, especially not for anyone outside the norm.

"Can I ask you again, Sam? What do you want for me?"