"I don’t have to say it, do I?" I snarl back. "I’m this drek-hot undercover op from Milwaukee, right? Trained and experienced, like my personnel jacket says. And you find that jacket in the standard employee files along with the secretaries and word-processing pool drones? Yeah, right. Come on, Argent, grab a fragging brain here. How many other deep-cover ops did you find in the files, huh? Tell me that? No, on second thought, I’ll tell you. Exactly fragging none, right?"