There were only two things of consequence when it came to Capital Punishment: There was right, and there was wrong. Black and white, law and lawlessness. A simple perspective, it was as Julius liked things. He didn't care for gray. All the other colors in the spectrum were at worst suspicious and at best, not for him. Needless to say, Julius experienced mixed feelings when it came to paintball and Christopher's feel-good nature outings.
On the other hand, the old lawman mused, it could be worse. He could be standing in Jamie's shoes.
"Take a breath," Julius said, reaching up to rest a cool hand on National Security's shoulder. "Think of Guantanamo."
His smile was almost too pleasant, a fake and worryingly sincere thing which all the warmongers had spent time practicing until they could pass for human.
"Next time, I think we ought to try our hand at Quantico."