Max nodded. Two more down, and just Jackson and McKendrick to go. She waited a few seconds, leaning forward, her forearms on her knees and her hands rubbing together. There was no doubt whatsoever that she was antsy. If this needed to happen, then it needed to happen now. Papers needed to be falsified, families would need to be told of their deaths. She hadn't thought she would ever need to go back to this life, not after the General had gotten her pardoned for going AWOL from the Army. But she'd survived it then, and she'd survive it now, and maybe it would be better in the end. After all, McKellar had told her over a year ago that the CIA had gone dirty; she just hadn't listened. She could almost imagine his I told you so.
"Jackson? McKendrick?" she finally asked, sitting back.