Drake shook his head, both in disagreement and disbelief. He had a thousand explanations why he couldn’t do it, a thousand arguments as to why Garin [i]should[/i] have done it... but none of them mattered. Garin was a lost cause. No amount of debating would change that. “Get out.” The steely intensity of Drake’s voice surprised even himself, but he couldn’t let himself go soft on Garin. The kid was a liability at this point, plain and simple. This was the only way to make things work. “I’m giving you twenty minutes to pack all’ve your shit up and get the hell off my ship.” He left it at that. No further insults, no condescending reprimands, no arrogant threat. Drake let the words hang in the air, heavy as lead, until Garin was gone.