They had been waiting in this hallway for the better part of an hour, and that was after another two hours of calling diplomats and security officials just to gain permission to enter this building. He was worn out, his nerves frazzled and frayed. And though Jack would probably – as Tren Varno said – know how to “press the right buttons,” his talent was in pissing people off, making them talk and sniffing bullshit from a mile away. He didn't have the soft, diplomatic touch.
Jack turned.
Anna sat in a chair with her knees together, smiling at the absurdity of his question. Well, she probably saw it as absurd, anyway. “The show you put on got through to him,” she said. “That's what we need right now.”
Rajel was a short way up the hallway, leaning against the wall with arms folded and grim
