G knew Sam was just doing his job. And, now that he'd gotten his own satisfaction, G could do the same.
"Yes, Sir."
Vance wasn't any more likely to be hearing an apology from G than G was to get one from Vance. G didn't feel a need and wasn't going to offer excuses for his actions. Just because he understood the strategy and the need, it didn't mean he was going to be happy with his family getting fucked with by anyone. He understood and he'd do what he had to.
But, he would also make his displeasure known when it was warranted. Extreme measures needed to remain extreme.
Glancing at Sam, he nodded, then backed off to do something he wasn't good at: waiting.