"Covert special ops raid, of course." The phrase was familiar enough, being the fodder of countless newspaper articles and summer movie plots, but he spoke it with an emphasis, an inflection she had never heard before, as one who actually knew of such things firsthand, had seen his friends die in them. "But if this is really what you say—" He blinked and shook his head, like a man trying to fight off the effects of a hypnotizing drug. "Impossible. Stupid. It was absolutely a special ops job. In fancy dress."