The man burst out laughing – a harsh, mocking sound.

"You?" He looked Rebecca up and down, his eyes full of skepticism and scorn.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Yes, me."

"Bull!" He spat. "You've got some nerve! Pretending to be M?"

Besides, taking orders from a chick? He'd rather die! The boys would never let him live that down.

Rebecca stood up, her voice cool. "Believe it or not. Just answer one thing – want out of ...