Mystic Elevator

Undercover -or- The bait

"I'm not going anywhere," you say. "I can't just walk away from this."

"Then you're crazy, kid."

"I want in," you tell him.
He looks at you like you're crazy, not saying anything for a long while.

"Are you serious?" he asks at last.

You nod. He laughs a bit. "You're either very brave or completely mad," he says, shaking his head. "Possibly both."

He stares at you for a while, considering the offer.

After a long and uncomfortable silence, he frowns and shakes his head. "No," he says. "I'm sorry, but I can't do it."

"I'll go public with this," you demand.

He smirks and chuckles a bit more. "They'll put you in a straight jacket."

You stare back coldly at him. "Does it matter?" you say. "Word will be out and those who choose to investigate it will learn the truth."

He doesn't look so jovial any more. "Then I will either have to kill you or recruit you."

"One of those options won't require me to kill you first," you reply wryly.

The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk.

"Alright," he says. "It'll be dangerous work, but welcome aboard."

He stretches his hand for you to shake.