"Why should you care? We’re in a war now, Jack! I got buddies of mine freezing their ass off in the ’Stan, and you’re sitting here with this faggoty dot-com stuff!" Hickok flicked a finger onto Van’s halogen desk lamp with a light aluminum clink. "That is America’s next-generation spy-sat, you egghead dork! It could save the lives of American soldiers out in the field! But not you, no, you’re too good for that!"