Her eyes flash, but her expression doesn’t change. "I’d hoped I could convince you merely by describing the carrot," she says coolly. "Brandishing the stick is so inelegant. Still, if you insist ..." And now her face looks pure predator. "If you don’t agree to my suggestion, I’ll enjoy issuing my own sanction order against you, Mr. Larson. Trust me, the operatives I select will be much better at their job than anyone you’ve ever faced before—than anyone you’ve ever had nightmares about facing. If you’re very good, you might be able to hide from Lone Star’s executioners. You will never be able to escape mine. Trust me on that."