The elegantly appointed spacious office was bathed in warm light. Jack had shaved his beard cleanly from his cheeks but lacked the glowing radiance of previous days, betraying a haggard and anxious look.
Right now, he felt like a carp in boiling water at 100 degrees, wishing nothing more than to leap out of his tank immediately.
The higher-ups had the CIA guard the military deployment plans as a way to balance the power of the U.S. Army.
After all, between the stationed U.S. Army and the CIA in Japan, those at the top trusted the CIA more.
Domestically, that would be the FBI.
Both agencies have always presented themselves as the President's loyal hounds, treating internal and external affairs with the same regard.
But such trust could sometimes be a double-edged sword.
Especially when Jack lacked the Ability to control the CIA sub-bureau, too much trust from above could lead to minor issues within the sub-bureau.
"Someone stole the deployment plans from your office?"
