"Neat then," Sam nodded, pouring the drink and handing it over. "I hope this barkeep is up to standard."
He had to laugh at the image of Zinda, or Kara for that matter, as a secretary. "You're kidding," he shook his head, grinning. "You prefer flying?"
He shook his head with a shrug. "Me, no, no way was I military. I played Pyramid back in the day," he was pretty proud. "Kind of a blend of football and basketball."