"I saw you and Vanessa trying to bore holes in each other back there," Robert sat back, smiling wryly at the predicament they were all in. "One of Michelle Hamund's contemporaries. Ex CIA, and it's her job to plan for... contingencies. Let me tell you, she's getting a lot more support after yesterday."
"So that was the woman who stole the scowl off a bald eagle?"
The older man chuckled at the description.
"Don't even get me started, I heard an admiral once joke that she could shoot down a Nimitz-class full of jets with that stare. Called her a national treasure. She's good at her job though, very good."
"Well, I've got two jets of plasma for her if she ever continge-i-cises me," Chris grumbled, mostly good-naturedly. "Let me try to fill you in on as much as I know. In the end, all we c
