"That she was," G agreed, looking off into the distance. Talking to Sam had helped, but he still felt that wave of grief every time he thought of her. It had been a long time since he'd felt something this strong, not even Alina had hit him as hard. Difficult as it had been, there had also been too many years between the last time he'd seen her and the time of her death.
G nodded. Hearing the sigh, he turned to look at Vance and was surprised by the admission. It wasn't in character for the man G knew. Of course, being ganged up on wasn't either and G knew of at least once when that had happened. "I never wanted your job," he offered in return. "I'm just looking out for my team, same as always. Same guy that told his Director over the phone that his partner said he had deep-seated distrust of authority figures while hunting down the assassin that was said director's long time adversary. It's always your call, even when, as Morgan put it once, I sound like I know what's right."
If Vance made the call and put his team in danger needlessly, that might change, but not now. And, adaptation was G's forte.