"And who exactly is going to sign off on this authorization when the Pentagon realizes two Warthogs just obliterated a grid square?" Andrew asked, rubbing his throbbing temple.
West clapped Andrew on the shoulder again, a wicked gleam in his eye. "I was hoping you'd handle the bureaucratic fallout. You’re the one with the fancy, top-secret intelligence credentials."
This is where Andrews experience as an attorney will come in handy. I can't wait to hear the line of bull he'll come up with