Grimm stayed focused on Priest as he reflected on what had happened earlier that day. Finally, words that were a long time coming were spoken.
“…but you finally ran into something you couldn't punch your way out of, and it pisses you off.”
Priest’s expression stayed static, his eyes stern, cold and sure. Grimm stepped towards Priest, his equal in height, his build slightly lesser than the African American man that stood only an arm reach away.
“You would think that. Everyone has their weaknesses, and don’t think for a second that I haven’ found yours.”
“Big words for a dead man.”
“Guys, enough.” Kit interrupted, a little on edge, “The teams have been assigned, this might give you two a little chance to bond.”
“Kit,”
“You are both a part of this team, now act like it.”
Grimm moved his line of vision from Priest and towards the window. He wouldn’t soon forget Kit’s words. The little weasel is going on a power trip.
“Grimm.”
The words were coming from Priest. Tayden turned. Dirk tilted his hat up a bit.
“What?”
“If you could go back in time and kill Hitler, would you?”
