"Yes, stuck here on both sides," she agreed and pursed her lips at the infirmary being loaded with wounded. She dipped her head and shook it tiredly. "Unfortunately, we couldn't stop this one as much as we wanted to. There's safeguarding and then there's controlling." His guesses made her smile though, chuckling. "I take drinks with the Director of CIA, and I'm sure it chafes him to admit his branch was made to emulate us. We're... more like rivaling cousins."
She unzipped her jacket and held out a folder. "Consider this a test run. We have an informant captured who has been captured. I propose dropping you into the complex, you extracting her and we hook you two back up. She is Vietnamese. That won't.... be an issue, right?" She lifted an eyebrow expectantly.