Fixer POV
"Miss, can we meet?" Dirk called to me as I was turning to head inside after seeing Tank and the guys off.
"Sure." I followed him to the bunk house, where the first room had been made into an office, neat, tidy, and uniform, just like a service office would expect.
I took the offered seat and waited for the three men to settle in and look at me.
"We have been getting orders from different people, and we are getting a little concerned about that. We understand getting orders from Simon, Mr Astore, and even Tank, but not from Prez and others who have suddenly wanted us to do security for them. We are your security first and foremost, and it overrides any other order." I nodded as I listened. I guess they like hierarchy and some kind of direction. I understand that, too many chi
