He slapped the hood again vigorously, as if patting the neck of a loyal old horse.
"Tough as hell! Tougher than those powdered British dames in London by a damn mile!"
A burst of coarse laughter erupted in the hangar, lightening the heavy atmosphere a bit.
Collins took a big gulp of liquor, wiped his mouth, and laughed, "White Bear, since when the hell did you become such an expert on British women? Watch out, or Miss M from MI6 will hear and send an agent to take you out!"
"To hell with Miss M!"
White Bear waved dismissively, spitting on the ground.
"Boss!"
