Peggy took the papers from this pilot and skimmed, frown growing exponentially as she read. "Oh for heaven's sake! Someone tell Phillips I was joking and that that so-called assassin's shot was wildly off and not even remotely a threat to our escort," she called out in an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry for this, if you want to be assigned to something less babysitting, I'll be happy to arrange it." She checked her watch and sighed. "But later, we need to watch this rocket fall over and blow up."