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Penury
McGee despaired as the stock market crashed. Afraid, since he now lived in penury, McGee could only be thankful he still had a job. He knew he wouldn’t survive living on the streets.
He may have gotten better at being an agent and may have more skills, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough to save him if he were forced to live on the streets. Still he had food and clothes and a roof over him. That should be enough for anyone, right?
Wrong. He wanted more. He wanted to be the best. He wanted everyone to know how great he was. His thoughts turned dark as he contemplated the man standing in his way.
One, Anthony DiNozzo, who prevented him from reaching his potential by refusing to give up the SFA spot to the more worthy McGee. McGee would make him pay. At least, that’s the dark promise he made to himself.
