Brutus smirked at Parker's insult.  It was true he was not recruited for his brains.  He was there to smash things.  He was the dog kept on the leash until it was time to do the dirty work.  Brutus considered pointing out some of his similarities with canines intermixed with sexual fantasies involving agent Parker.  Then he remembered the furor cause by the mere sight of his cock earlier that day.  Best not to further traumatize the others he thought.  They all seemed so intent on their mission.<br/><br/>Brutus thought he detected movement.  The shadows fluttered and dissipated like static.  Then he was sure he saw the curves of a female form.  The sway of hips was hypnotic - graceful and natural, unlike Parker's forced gait.<br/><br/>"Well what do we have here?"  Brutus said quietly to no one in particular.