Re: Eliot & Derek
"Eliot," Eliot returned, accepting the handshake with a firm pump before dropping his hand back to the armrest. "Decent day, decent food, and decent beer. I'd say things were going all right."
This one was an agent. Eliot had seen him around the base since arriving. Professional, from what Eliot could deduce. Different than Peter Burke, the agent who veered from stick up his ass to wise ass.
"Savannah said she did these barbecues on Sunday but I'm not complaining."