“Of course.” Force slid the third and last folder, this one a light blue, across the table. “Here’s the profile our shrink and I created for Brigid.” Once again, he apparently refused to use the name of Nari, the HDD shrink who had been assigned to the unit. What was his problem with her? “To sum up, Brigid’s mother died shortly after she was first caught hacking, and her father, a farmer, basically turned away. She left home and has had problems ever since.”

Yeah, Raider knew all of that. “What else?”

“Her choice in men. She definitely has a type, and your cover as a criminal who might want to do business with the Coonan organization is perfect.” Force cracked his neck.

Raider wanted to look inside the folder, so he purposely kept the top closed. “Has my cover been created?”

“Not yet. I have the team working on it, and we should have it in place within the next couple of days. Brigid will create an online presence for you.” Force smiled. “You’ll have to lose the suit. Definitely not the type of guy she has gone for in the past, and her daddy will know that.”

Figured. “Don’t tell me. I have to become a computer geek who gets a hard-on for Comic-Con every year.” Raider tapped one finger on the blue folder.

Force snorted. “First of all, Comic-Con is awesome. Secondly, um, no.”

Curiosity overcame him, and Raider opened the file to read profiles of three men. One Brigid dated in high school, the other in her early twenties, and the final one just before getting caught this last time. “They’re all assholes.”

“Apparently, so are you,” Force returned. “Read the entire file.”

Raider read through the entire file, finally looking up. “All right. She likes rule breakers. The first kid was a petty thief, the second guy a computer hacker who stole credit cards, and the third a vigilante going after bad guys. Forget rule breakers. She likes criminals.”

Force rubbed his chin. “They all make their own rules, and they are in control of the situation. It probably suits her mathematical mind.”

Amusement ticked through Raider. “Control?” He’d been told by people who actually cared about him that he was a control freak, so that characteristic might be perfect for this assignment. Yet he thought through what he’d just read. “Maybe these guys were in control of certain aspects of their criminal acts, but not one of them controlled her. She hates having a handler.”

“She craves stability, Raider,” Force said evenly. “Her world was turned on its head when her mother died, and she was left with an absentee father who she’s estranged from. She wouldn’t be the first person to fall for the illusion of strength in a jackass.” He leaned forward. “If I let you continue with this op, her safety is on you.”